I went on with my life, and I let her get on with hers.I just stopped looking at her. I stopped talking to her except when she directly asked me a que...tion, which was very rare. I pretty much ignored my wife, just like she ignored me. Life went on, endlessly boring, except for my time with Rache.I was at the point I was going to file for divorce on the grounds of abandonment. I mean, that was what Cathy had done to me. She had thrown me to the side and abandoned me, even though we lived in the. Though she trains hard at the gym daily and is a fierce competitor in the cage, she's the sweetest woman in the world. She's curvy, but it's all muscle, her only fat being located in her tits, a respectable and perky C cup pair. She's a nice girl, but has an aggressive side, and enjoys trading submissive and dominant roles in the bedroom. The two of us have had playful impromptu bouts now and then, and we've both found it to be a big turn-on. I'm proud of my physical prowess, but she's no. Experimenting. Pushing boundaries, just the way I like it.I licked my full lips, finding no remaining trace of Chanel Incandescente; all transferred to his tender neck, firm chest, firmer cock, and more.A smile formed at the fresh memories as I slithered onto the bed and crawled to its centre. My glazed pussy lips rubbed together. Felt… exquisitely used. Tingly. Unsurprising, really. Even by my standards, I'd been wild. Virtually insatiable. It took him by surprise at first, but he soon caught. She snatched the bill from me before it went into HER SNATCH.If you struck a 'deal' with her, she would lead you upstairs. At the top landing there was an older woman (often topless to add to the questionable ambiance) sitting at a small table. She was the club's SEX COP. She sold mandatory condoms for ten bucks EACH... no rubber... no fucking or anything else! The woman was also in charge of 'short arm' inspections! You paid the money, all of it, to her.She pulled your dingus out limp or hard.