He being cuck always said yes if I asked, but this time it had been a case of opportunity and availability had overcome the moment. Sadly he had been ...sleep when I got home so I being exhausted didn’t wake him he would have only wanted to screw me lol. Next day I rushed off to work so the moment passed and I thought well what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. It was a grave mistake. Anyway next time we were on shift together Paul and Ii being a tease wound the man up a bit.The next few days. I breathe your name, over and over. ‘Hello, dear,’ you say. I can whisper nothing except: ‘I love you.’ Your face blushes in a way that gives me immense pleasure. ‘And I love you, I love you so much.’ You take me by the arms, pull me against your body- the only body I love more than my own- and kiss me. Your lips are hot and needy- the lips of someone who hasn’t been kissed in a year. You kiss me badly, but remember quickly. Even though I am the only person home, I lock the door. Soon your. . and it wouldn't have mattered anyway. We were trying to stop the cycles. Marrying you and Victoria together was a large part of why we were successful. We needed that power. You two taking over the universe was the last of our worries. We were trying to make sure there remained a universe to worry about. You weren't going to remain married when we returned to real life anyway. Besides, no one can even envision you and Victoria being a problem together. I doubt we could find two more humble. I managed to work my way sexually through the majority of his friends, enjoying their manhoods in everyone of my slut holes, before we finally moved in together. Getting help with our move was a very simple task, as most of his friends that I approached for assistance had at one time or another, had their hard cock in either my mouth or pussy, and one of his friends even fucked my ass in the back of a cinema whilst hubby thought I was at the kiosk purchasing popcorn. Needless to say I made sure.