The weather was warm and sunny, very pleasant with a gentle breeze. As I was not in any hurry to go anywhere I decided to go and have a walk down to t...e harbour. It wasn’t particularly busy there and I strolled along looking at the small boats. Across the road was a café with some outdoor seating and although I wasn’t hungry I did fancy a coffee! I crossed the road selected a small table outdoors so I could watch the people passing by on the seafront. An attractive young lady took my order and. The next day, I talked to Robert and he asked me how things were. I told him we needed to cool it for a while. I asked him if Margaret had said anything. He assured me that the only thing that Margaret had said was how well she's been eaten and fucked the night before. I was still feeling bad about Stacey, and kind of laughed nervously and said that it sounded like neither of us were fucking our wives like they liked, because it sounded like he was fucking the shit out of Stacey and she'd. His smile(?) was getting bigger. He was taking his sweet time in doing what he wanted to her. She had never had a partner take this much time putting the meat to her. Almost all were in a rush to get inside her and possess her to the fullest measure. She tried to move her hips to take him inside of her a little faster, but to no avail. HE was in total control. She whimpered as she felt like a drop of sweat was running inside her. He wasn't that large, but was large enough to make her tingle. As I told you yesterday, from time-to-time she would let me go and take a dip in the cold sea just to let my excitement and my straining erection cool down; grief it did hurt when I got stiff!Anyway, from that time onward the tone was set for how I wanted things to be and Irene, whilst nothing was said, seemed sympathetic toward my desires to be some kind of dominated husband. The crazy thing was, still is, that in all this our love for each other never wavered. She constantly tells me how much.