Sam was starting to be happy the bitch had cheated. They’d gotten divorced. He knew his wife, who didn’t like travel, could never sit on a plane f...r 16 hours to fly to the other side of the world. Nor would the bitch ever let him, alone, go to a place like Thailand.“It’s so dangerous! And they don’t speak English! What if we get kidnapped and held for ransom? Or wind up on the internet, beheaded by ISIS?” he could imagine her saying.She thought of any country outside of America as being a. If there is someone you want me to fuck, I will. If you want me to fuck any of your friends or if you’re about to close a big business deal and want me to fuck your client, I will. I will even be your whore, if you want to sell pieces of ass. It’s now your pussy to do with as you please. And if it pleases you, it will please me.”“From now on I don’t plan to ever wear any clothes at home, even if we have company. I don’t really care who sees me naked or how many people see me naked. I am. However, several months ago she found some websites I was reading involving cuckolding. It has become my dominant fantasy, outside of Kate, that is. The history would show stories from the more mild versions of the wife sleeping with other men and sharing the stories with her husband, to the more FemDom variety with a bi-cuckold serving his wife and bull like a slave. Without my knowledge she discovered my lengthy history showing my interest in this subject. She tells me she was furious,. With her small breasts aching to be touched, Emma's eyes invited Amanda to take her, to use her like the slutty whore she now knew she could be, knew that she was and wanted to be. She felt fingers entwine her own, her hands lifted above her head as Amanda bent her mouth towards Emma's dark and crinkled nipples. She had always loved Andrew to lick and kiss her breasts, but she now realised just how much he didn't know, about love, about women, and above all else; about her. Without any effort.