Diane felt the bed above her head being pressed down. Even with the blindfold, she could tell someone was standing right above her. A hand came down a...ound her jaw, opening it wide for her. She cried out and was slapped hard across the face. A faint rustle from across the room and someone telling her husband not to worry, that this was all part of it.“Remember what you agreed to,” the voice said.“Sorry, sorry, just not used to this.”“You will be. Don't worry. She's in good hands.”The person. Of course, the part where Emma told him what a failure he’d been as a husband could not have come as any news to sissy--certainly not at this point! Nor could it have been a surprise for sissy to hear that his ex considered him a failure as a man. Emma was merciless in her total deconstruction of sissy’s ?mock manhood,? but none of her relentless attacks, no matter how cruel, amounted to anything that sissy hadn’t already known, hadn’t heard before, even if it did hurt sissy to hear it again,. It was the sound of my wife moaning at the top of her voice and a man grunting. Now, I’m not stupid, someone was obviously down there fucking my sweet little house-mouse wife and from the sound of it she was loving every second of it.I snuck into my basement tool room from a side door and I good a look at what was going on. There was my petite small breasted wife lying naked on the couch. Her legs were spread wide open and were wrapped around some young biker thug who was on top of her pounding. Their torment and torture of me was becomingmore and more perverse and I could do nothing about it.In the darkness I drifted off to sleep, waking some time later,my bladder full and with no other choice I again wet myself intothe nappy. I heard the girls going off to bed, their childishlaughter echoing around the upstairs hallway. Again I slept onlyto be awoken by the door of my room opening and the light fromthe hall flooding in. Maggie and Marie walked in. Maggie turnedon the bedside lamp..