I watched until they were out of sight around the corner.Then I took a warm relaxing shower and put on a pair of boxers.I sat with a glass of Irish wh...sky in my hand and put one of the old Anita’s sex videos on the VCR. I got settled in to watch hours upon hours of my sensual slut wife getting her pussy and ass treated to some big thick cocks; especially some black ones. Anita looked there like it was easy for her to take those huge pieces of cock inside her tight little holes… The full weekend. After we married, she kept it up for a while, but then work got busy and she started cutting back. She picked it back up when Alex came into the picture about two years ago. She wanted to look good for him. And she did. She saw me staring at her as I walked toward the small sink and toilet at the end of the tool room. She gave a contemptuous sneer and a small laugh. Hurry up and pee and brush your teeth, she said. Alex brought you a present. I did my business and came quickly up the stairs.. In other words –well, in the words of Balior – he was a slut. Balior sneered at his friend. Maksim only ever addressed him so formally when he was in the mood to mock. And Balior knew why. His long red cape rustled loudly on the stairs as it dragged behind him and the ruby clasp that held it together over his chest was so massive that one might mistake it for an apple. Balior liked dressing well, but this ceremonial garb that he was forced to don whenever meeting new subjects was so opulent. This weekend. And I know that it’s just a matter of time before we are engaged, you know? Because when it’s right you just know these things. You just know when you’ve met the right person to spend your life with, and I think Brett – I know Brett - is that guy. And I know he thinks the same thing about me. He’s not the kind of guy that would move in with me or even sleep with me if he didn’t. And he’s really, really perfect, or at least he’s really perfect for me, so it would be nice if you.