I think that she knew it went too far for me. I like sharing her, but I don’t like being embarrassed. But I’m the forgiving type, and all was shor...ly forgotten. Later that day, we were fucking each other and talking dirty. As usual, the talk turned to my wife being tag teamed. I’m not sure why, but all of a sudden my embarrassment turned into me being hugely turned on by catching her rubbing a random dude’s dick through his pants. When I mentioned this, my wife apologized again, but I wasn’t. If only he knew how much I wanted him, I needed to have him inside me.I was moving closer to him, feeling more of his erection which was really hard and hot. I knew he was waiting for me. The feel of him against my skin was making me hot and bothered. In a way, he was teasing me knowing how much I wanted him and knowing that I’m not really a sound sleeper, but I wasn’t ready for defeat; I was not going to give up now!Now was the time! I could feel him positioning my legs, preparing me to. When the relationship first moved from normal lovers to Master and sub, the whole topic was thoroughly discussed and the rules agreed to. From henceforth there would be no "him" and "her", rather only "Him" and "his slut". Slut would not be allowed to say, write, or think the words "my body," rather it would be "Master's slut's body."Master owns the body and He can do whatever He wants, whenever He wants, and in whatever way He wants, with it. That last part "in whatever way He wants" was more. ”Henry and Tiffany went to bed and spooned as they both slept with smiles on their faces. In the middle of the night though Henry woke up and saw that the covers had come off them and Tiffany was lying on her stomach, with her small tight eighteen year old ass staring him right in the face. He smirked slightly and reached into the nightstand for some lube.Tiffany thought she was dreaming as she felt something liquid and warm working its way into her butthole as she slept. But then she woke.