So I decided to have some fun myself. We had talked about having a three some between Mary, my wife jean, and me before and it never some to happen. B...t I could tell the way she acted when we talked about it, she really liked the idea. I quietly walked into my front door and made my way to the bedroom .where Mary was laying on the bed. I made my way to the bed, laid down beside her, she spoke up while the pillow was over her face, and asked who was it, I spoke up and told her it was me, Greg.. “I am the cunt,” I whispered, looking at the floor. I found the courage to look at his face and I saw his tears. “I am! I am a cunt!” I shouted. “This is the fucking cunt you married and she is sorry she’s such a fucking CUNT!” I broke down again, hiding my face in my hands. “I'm sorry,” I said again. I didn't know what else to say. “I was wrong. I was bad.” I didn't expect forgiveness, but I hoped for acknowledgment. “What do I need to do to get a word out of you? Pull my pants down for a. ?Not in front of the butler, Selina.?Selina snorted. ?I give you ten seconds to control yourself?or there will betrouble.? She looked at Alfred. ?Do you have your cane, Alfred?? Bruce closed his eyes, shaking his head. Oh, no. Oncebefore, no twice, Selina had actually prevailed upon Alfred to take Bruce, inmid-temper tantrum, into another room, and give him a caning. It had beenhorribly humiliating, especially when Bruce had been returned, Alfred pullinghim by the ear, into the presence of his. My hands were all over her, on her neck, squeezing her tits, stroking her back and sliding up her thighs. At that point she stopped me.“I have never, ever done anything like this and I don’t know why I’m doing it now,” she said. Then her hand left mine alone, still halfway up her skirt, so I took the opportunity to slide it the rest of the way and feel her through her sensible pants.“Shit,” she said. “And what exactly do you think you’re going to do?”“I’m going to kiss you again and feel you.