You said something that fateful day that struck a chord.You said - "I guess I was wrong in viewing cuckolding you in MY house as just a natural extens...on of our Domme/sub relationship."Yes, it is YOUR house but it was OUR home. Do you see the difference? I hope you do because if you don't then I see no hope for us.I don't know for sure if it would have been different, had you been open with your cuckolding me. You know Greg confessed that has been sleeping with you and I guess you fed him a bit. "Before she could ask him what that meant, he was kissing her again, and she was only too happy to return the gesture. Her hands ran through his hair, over his neck, her fingers playing over the ridges of his ears. His hand was on her bare ass, grinding her hips against his. She reached for the waistline of his pants and began to unbutton them, but before she could open the fly and free what she wanted, he broke away from her again, this time trailing his kisses down her cheek and over her jaw. Now that she was there for Stacy once again in another time of sorrow, she could only hope her friend would put 2 and 2 together and give in to Tiffany’s advance. Tiffany just wasn’t sure of when to make her move.“Oh, it’s nothing. Maybe it’s worth giving up on men for a while. You’re a very strong woman. It’s not like you need a man to be at your best anyway.”Normally Stacy would have laughed at Tiffany’s compliments but she just stared blankly ahead of her at the passing car, following it. ‘She’ helped.I took her in my arms and kissed her. ‘She’ melted to me and returned the kiss.“Mick, make love to me.”“I always do.”“You do, don’t you? We have never fucked, have we?”“Not that I know of. We have made love soft and slow and hard and fast, but it has always been sharing love.”“I want it to stay that way for the rest of our lives.”“Well I can only promise for the rest of my life. But if you keep me healthy and happy, I could live to be 100!”“Then that will be my goal.”We sat on the.