Her fiery red hair was stringy from the exertions of the evening, but I still wanted to run my fingers through it and stroke it as I had so many times...before. In every aspect she remained as fully beautiful as I remembered, and I ached to touch her, to wrap my arms around her again.But her body also showed the evidence of a woman well used by the man she called "Lord." Already, bruises were forming in several places on her breasts, a sign he had used something hard to strike her there. Both of their cocks were super hard and felt lovely…I was turned on to say the least. Steve wanted to switch positions with Stan, but he wanted to fuck my ass. Stan laid on his back, and Steve slid his rock hard cock in my ass slowly. I began to lick Stan’s ass, and he said the last time he had his asshole licked was over 30 years ago and that his current girlfriend who lives up North would never do that and does not really like sucking cock. Steve’s cock was going far in my ass and he asked. After another six months of this, wegot married and started a normal life together.Soon after our marriage, she got a promotion at work, where she was asales rep. This meant travel for her and she was away a couple of nightsa week. I missed her but she always called and when she got home we hadwonderful sex. I guess it was seeing her clothes when I helped her packthat got my old CD feeling started. I tried to resist but could not stopmyself from dressing up when she was gone. First just. “Now, what?”“Have you checked the time?”“No, sir!”“Go ahead, you should be in the ballpark of departure.”Everything was going my way. After four, pulled my duds on.“Duds!!!” I screamed.“Dress casual!!!” I hissed.Combed my hair. “Vitalis!!!” Went back to the scream.Brushed and gargled. “Charge!” I commanded.Thought about firing it up to spite that Welt fuck.Reconsidered---in the finest traditions.“You ain’t gettin’ me, you side-show lookin’ motherfucker, you.” Another hiss.And tooled the wrong.