“Careful mister. It is our anniversary, but I will cut your dick off.”“Is that a promise?”I turned Alex around and kissed her plump lips.“I ...ant you.”“I’m yours.”I looked around.“Over there. That alley. Let’s go.”“Back alley sex late at night on my anniversary? Wow, you really do love me.”“Only the best back alleys for my girl. Are you wearing a bra?”“Nope.”“Panties?”“Of course not.”I reached into Alex’s leggings to make sure.“Damn. You are truly, heaven sent.”We walked over to the alley. It. "You've got great taste: wine, shoes, your hair!"So much for nerves. I felt so calm. Was he just being polite? I just had the same short haircut for years and my shoes were just some nice brown casuals, worn in, scuffed up."They make you look tough. Here, I'll open this up. Come on in, grab a spot on the couch."A b-movie was on. Cheap sci-fi, with lots of nudity. Just my thing, I love this crap. He brought the wine over in a coffee mugs. My hand shook taking it."Don't worry, just. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As I watched my love-struck wife and her black man-mountain paramour canoodling like puppy-loving teenagers their behavior seemed all the more painful to me when I recalled how it had been me who had been the one looking into Jill’s eyes just a few days ago.Still holding hands and leaned across the table, Jill was the one who leaned a little further so that their lips could finally meet. The first kiss short, but soon joined by a longer second and. I repeated this on the other hand. “You will abide OUR rules while living under this roof,” I growled. She was kicking wildly. I ripped off her blouse and tied one leg to the base of her bed. Danny was struggling wildly and cussing like a sailor. I snatched off her bra and tied her other leg down with that. I reached into the bedside table and produced a pair of scissors. I cut her shorts and panties in half and harshly yanked them out from under her. “Bad behavior will be punished,” I.