“I most certainly did not. I asked if you were going to say the things THAT a cheating, piece of shit, slut would say. Did you want to say any of th...se?”“No! But I want to spice up our sex life. We could come home all horny and share stories and then fuck like bunnies.”“First, we would have to have a sex life to spice up. In case you have not been keeping score, we haven’t made love or even fucked in almost three months. Second, you must think that I’d get excited if I was with a cheating,. 'Coz that's how I was seeing it now, for however long it took. Back inside the house my Wife was waiting for my return and ordered me to stand in front of her with my feet apart and my hands behind my back."Stand there and if you show any signs of an erection, until I give you permission, I will kick you in the Balls"I only just started to realise that my Wife had changed outfits and was now wearing the very same light Top and flared skirt that I had asked her to wear that night a few weeks. Nicola loved dressing up, and she looked great in a school uniform. Many of our nights together started with Nicola in uniform being spanked, slippered, or caned, this was normally followed by oral in the 69 position, and a good fuck.Nicola’s parents had a cottage in France, and on three occasions we drove down for holidays. Sometimes we were there on our own and we padded round the garden nude, and fucked in the coolness of the pool. Nicola knew some hidden places in the great forest that. She sent him a mental hug, knowing full well why he had been like that.It had been part of a pattern he fell into when memories came backstrongly, and he relived the torture both of them had been forced toendure.Back then, not bathing had been a pathetic attempt to make the Body less... appealing to their abuser, and so when the memories were fresh, he'dgo back into the habit again, as if he could ward them off with a whiffof body odor.He'd done much the same thing with the Body, eating a.