Once one of them actually uttered that word, I lost it. I was in a daze and took anything and everything they wanted. I was a married sissy faggot slu..., and they were going to make sure I knew it. I got two loads out of each of them, one down my throat from each MAN, and one in my tight asshole from each.They weren’t letting me touch my cock, but it didn’t matter. I came 4 times anyway, the last time they were laughing at my soft little cock, taking PICTURES, and making sure that I’d have cum. “Mommy?” I asked. “Can you come again? You’re so nasty, spitting my cum on your titties. Do you have one more orgasm for me?”“Yes,” Melissa hissed. “God, yes. Mommy wants to come again. Your nasty mommy wants to make her pussy come again.“ Her hand found her clit, and on her knees, with my cum on her face, on her tits, lingering on her tongue, she rubbed herself, pushing herself toward another orgasm. I moved the chair away so Jacob could see his mother masturbating. Then I moved to her side.I. ‘Please? I’m ready for you.’ He kissed her forehead. ‘Come on. I’ll get you inside and you can fuck Harry’s brains out.’ She pouted, but she allowed him to walk her to the door. ‘It would’ve been fun, you know,’ she said as she stepped through the door. He smiled and got back into his car. Why had he never noticed she’d been lonely? he thought. Even now, thinking back to when he figured the affair began, he couldn’t spot the signs. But Alexis spotted the signs and offered a version of what. It suited me.I did not want to hear Elaine's voice again or see her face. So I sent her an e-mail. I wrote her I planned to start divorce procedures. "Planned" might be the right word. I had not really done anything to start anything. I just could not get around the very idea of divorcing Elaine. It felt alien. In a way it felt as if I were stooping to a level she and I should never even consider.Yes, I am a hopeless romantic.The apartment was small, but relatively clean, newly decorated and.