Back then I did not know I was a cuckold. All I knew was that I loved my wife, and I still thought my wife loved me, even though she told me she would...not end her affair. I figured I would ride out her craziness. After all we had 2 k**s and had been married for 15 years.I wanted to meet my wife's boyfriend because she wanted to bring our 2 k**s to go fishing at his house. I knew he was 13 years younger then both my wife and I and we were 39. I also knew he was divorced and had 2 k**s also. I. "See you tomorrow."I slept in the tub that night. It was cold and I reeked of piss. It wasone of the worst nights of my life. Despite it all, I couldn't stopthinking, "I am a sissy slut..."I fell asleep repeating my sissy mantra. I had the most amazing sissyslut dreams all night long. Sometime around 4am I woke to find somebodystanding in my bathroom. He woke me by turning on the shower on it'scoldest setting. He pulled me up and proceeded to fuck my mouth. Ididn't even question it as he filled. I felt an unfamiliar feeling creeping up from my depths rushing to the surface and I urged Mark to increase his pace,”Fuck me harder,I want the whole of your deep in me”He plowed my pussy at an even faster pace than before and I felt what seemed like a storm rush to the surface as my muscles spasmed and my legs locked him in place feeling my first vaginal orgasm course through my body. MARKI felt her vaginal muscles massage my cock for every bit of cum from my balls and there was no stopping. It didn't bother me that I had a vagina. In factkeeping it there only made me wetter and more willing to let this loverinto me. I turned over to see who my lover was, making sure my assrubbed that love rod. It was a younger version of Art who was smiling atme."Why? How?" was all I could say as I put my arms around his neck andpulled him down to me to be kissed."I think it is the cookie fortunes," he replied as he kissed me. "Ithink we are more than lovers. If my additional memories are.