Bert told me that Bill used to fuck him in the same basement. He preferred quickies with no fuzz, just pull down your trousers and bend over. Standing...there with my stiff cock in Bert's hand I couldn’t believe it, but all of a sudden I was forced to accept facts.Sergeant major Bill unlocked the room we were in and came walking through the door. I was a trap, Bert was presenting on a silver plate for his boss to take. “Have fun”, Bert said, smiled and went out. He locked the door behind me.Until. “She agreed to train you as a personal favor to me. From her general point of view, my approach to being a dom is… well, offensive, to tell the truth. She believes that I encourage lazy, sloppy habits in a sub. And she has told me, in very direct language, that she thinks I ruin subs by spoiling them.”“But why did you want her to train me?”“Because I’m convinced that you are truly a sub, down to your bones. And I think that you will eventually find your home in this world. Plus, I think. My wife wanted me to buy a big suburban house with a large kitchen (she loves cooking, and always complained about the kitchen in the appartment we owned before). Now for two years, every week guys visit our house to fuck her. Otherwise we cannot pay the mortgage rent.Was it really surprising that my wife eventually agreed to retire to the bedroom from time to time to meet some men?The idea of using the guest room in the attic was quickly abandoned. Using our own bedroom was much more practical. She told me that after many unsuccessful attempts of getting pregnant and with doctors saying her chances were slim to none they decided to adopt. So they brought home a one year old boy whose family died in a car crash. But to their surprise one month after I was brought home she found out she was pregnant. She tried to apologize for keeping the secret and admitted that she was aware of how different I was being treated compared to Lilith and my cousins and how she never meant for it to.