Love me, and show it. I’m your wife. Your lover.”“You’re my slave,” he said. “You do everything I ask.”“Your slave,” I said. I clenc...ed my pussy on his cock, letting him know it excited me. “I trust you, Matthew. Do your worst, but love and cherish me, too. I’m not a twenty thousand dollar Italian vibrator. You can’t just ride me and park me in the garage until you want another thrill.”“That’s funny, because I’m the only guy who's ever ridden my bike,” he said. “I said I’m not your bike.” . She needed to come herself. But the plan was still unfolding. She had thought it out at the breakfast table as her husband gulped down his coffee and ran out the door.She made Ben use the wash cloth again to wipe up his cum stains on the carpet, never giving a thought that her husband might notice them later. She didn’t care. What she cared about was training this young man to adore and worship her body and to want her pussy more than breathing.Once he had calmed down, he looked almost ashamed,. .. at least as I understood them. I relayed the story of last night to her, leaving out almost nothing."She admitted she was still married?" Dionne asked in disbelief."Yes, she did. I had a hard time believing it myself. As far as I knew, this Pete guy was an old live-in boyfriend, nothing more. Turns out they were married while she was still in Nova Scotia, nearly ten years ago." What are you going to do, Dad?" I wish I knew. I stayed with her last night. She was very upset and I didn't want. I've always been very aware of sex, even at the very early age of nine. I remember my sister's sweet 16 party and her sitting with me on the couch before the guests arrived (I was banned to my room when it started) admiring my sister's panyhose covered legs. When mom left the room I touched her leg and ran my finger up her thigh until she looked at me funny and made me stop by pushing my hand aside. I suppose that was the first time I could admit to being turned on. I'm now older, my sister.