Your body still has needs, primal urges, that don’t stop or lessen just because some stupid cunt of a wife does you wrong, stomps on your heart, and...spits on your love. She betrayed you, not vice versa. If anyone suffers, it should be her, not you.“Yeah, yeah, I know, I don’t sound like a fucking Hallmark movie, do I? Or a story by one of the online romantics, either. They’re okay, if a bit depressing at times. Dude has to stick to Rosie Redpalm and her five daughters while the wife moves on. ?Here too,? She said.Reluctantly, Andrew leaned forward and kissed her pimpled, watermelon-sizedbuttocks gingerly before moving his face slowly between them.?Lick dog!? Rita shouted impatiently, now reaching back with both hands andprying apart her butt cheeks.Her cocoa-brown backside looked slick and shiny and was lined with the samewiry pubic hair that had been scouring the flesh of Andrew?s face and mouth.Andrew took a breath and bravely pressed his lips onto Mrs. Sarmah?s asshole,slowly. No fisting. No asphyxiation. Noelectricity. No permanent tattoos. No needles. No torture, etc."The car continued along. I was reading and not paying attention to whatdirection we were going. I continued,"This is what is expected of you. You will be always be female in all yourmanners at all times. You will be expected to clean the house includingthe bathrooms. You will do all the laundry. You will keep kitchen cleanand the dishes put away. You are expected to do every girly task there is.These. Finally, satisfied, he began stripping her panties off her ass. He didn't merely yank them off, he made it into a big production.?"So gentle, like this," he cooed, laughing at her helplessness to stop him. "See how I ease them. Around the flare of that big ass of yours. And now I don't just drop them to go fluttering down your legs. Oh, no, not that. I carefully remove them. Step out of them." He knelt down behind her. His hands locked on first one ankle and then the other to get her feet out.