Four years later, I’m married and he has a girlfriend but the urge has not gone away and we still fuck on a regular basis. Cheating? No, just scratc...ing an itch. No one gets hurt. A little sore maybe, but not hurt.Which leads me on to the main part of this episode. Jason and I were off to a Sales Conference and his boss had told him that a potential customer would be there whose business was a very important client of the competition.“Pull him at any cost,” was the instruction from on high. I. You had fun too though, right?”“Yeah, it was hot and everything, but we didn’t talk about any of this babe. I didn’t want to eat the cum, and Terry fucking made me. Like, what the fuck, you know,” I said to her.“Baby, I just wanted to be a slut for you, but I think I want to only fuck other guys from now on. And don’t tell me you didn’t like cleaning up the cum.”I was devastated. It was one thing to know she wanted to fuck other men outside of our marriage, but now she didn’t want to fuck me at. "There, youwill not remove these either. Finally, there are these sandals. You canwear them in the streets, otherwise you will be barefoot."Stand straight and look at me! And wipe those tears! Last, at least forthe moment, you need a new name." She looked at me. "I will call youSelmis."Actually, I was dismissed for the rest of that day. That night my backwas painful and it took me a long time to get the least uncomfortableposition to sleep in. My earrings were fixed in too and I had to. I felt like a kid in a sweet shop. Pinks, reds, ivory, blacks, all soo nice and girly. I picked up a pink satin set. The bra was pink satin with lace around the cups, the knickers matching. As I put them in the basket I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a voice saying "i think you need some help with those madam". It was my ex girlfriends mum, she didnt know of my secret but now she had seen me. I bought the underwear, and we went for a coffee to talk. Ibroke down in tears and told her I felt the.