I can make out the luxury carpet pile being dragged under the heavy door as it is slowly pushed open. My straining ears pick out light breathing, the ...huffle of movement in front of me, the instantly recognisable clink of a belt being undone, the crumpled fall of clothes to the floor, and the soft, deep, wet kisses of two people who are going to fuck. “I’m still watching you,” your voice booms in my ears, “don’t you fucking touch that tie until I say so.” I’m burning with emotion. Rage, lust,. Her gorgeous ass was, next to her lovely voice, her best feature. In great shape. A walker’s ass. The gluts muscular yet lovely cushions. She was sleek, I repeat that claim! The only definition, or lines to speak of, were the tucked in creases where her butt cheeks met the back of her curvy thighs.Those creases gave her ass a soft look. In our conversation, I found out, she loved to walk. Surprised, it’s the same with me.Her panties were delicate lace, French cut, and looked expensive.Enabled. For, at that precise moment, I knew that Alicia and I, even after we were married, would not be the typical monogamous sort of married couple; and I knew, and without the slightest doubt, that I was already her cuckold husband-to-be, just as she was my bride-to-be! I also knew, also without the slightest of doubts, that the c***dren she would have would all be by other men, and not just any other men, but exclusively by African immigrant men, men like Ahmed! Strong, confident, dominant, alpha. ”“Well, I see squirrels eating them and they’re OK.”So she picked a bunch and washed, sliced and sautéed them for her dinner.Then she went out on the back porch and gave Spot, their dog, a double handful. Spot ate every bite. All morning long, she watched the dog. The wild mushrooms hadn’t affected him after a few hours, so she decided to use them.The meal was a great success. After everyone had finished, her daughter came in and whispered in her ear,“Mum, Spot is dead.”Trying to keep her head.