As I desperately chased them, I felt the hot sting of the tears cascading down my cheeks. Two years ago I thought I had unleashed all the tears I had ...or a lifetime over him. He was the one person who truly knew my soul, my thoughts, my moods. He took my soul with him when he left. Nothing last forever, but what we had in that short time, I can now forever live with. The waiter comes over to take my order as I am getting up to leave. Seeing my despair, he inquires if I am all right and I tell. I inhaled her feminine aroma, which was a mix of faint perfume, a bit of salty sweat from her dancing in the warm night air, and the familiar smell of…the smell of piss.?? I buried my face into her neck and hair and drew in a big sniff. It really did smell a lot like piss, and sweat, and …cum. My lovely wife, naked to the world, spread out on our honeymoon bed, smelled like piss and cum.Then it hit me. I sat up on the bed as I realized that it was no tequila induced dream I had. It really. My orgasm was very intense and as I opened my eyes, she had a Cheshire Cat smile with a drop of cum hanging on the corner of her lips.She licked her lips and slid up my body. She felt so good. She asked if I wanted a nap and I said, "No, but how about a shower?"She smiled as she pulled me out of the bed and led me to the bathroom. She had a nice, large shower made for washing each other and that is just what we did. I soaped every inch of her sweet sexy body, paying special attention to her ass. "Stay, and keep everything on." He whispered in my ear as he pulled me in close. He gave me a kiss on the lips and whipped my ass with the leash before walking out and locking the door behind him. I decided to make myself presentable by sitting on my knees with my ass touching my ankles.It felt like forever before I heard Roger outside the door, but he had another person with him. I couldn't quite place the voice as being male or female, and the fact he kept calling the person Master didn't.