Soon there-after, we fell in love and then got married right after we graduated. However, after three wonderful years of marriage, or at least I thoug...t so, and also to make a horribly long story short, I came home from work early one afternoon and found her in our bed fucking the nineteen year old kid that lived next door. Needless to say, our marriage ended….very badly. Because I was twenty-five at the time, I climbed into a shell and hid for the next five, or so years. I had given up on. “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun” however never stopped any man, and to Father’s inflamed passions her tottering booty waggling was a marvel to dazzle angels out of their hard-won wings. She managed to gyrate her nipples, blew kisses at him, then moved in for the kill. Her hands spread his knees before turning back to rub her ass in its elastic covering against his groin. Stopping to think a second, she surprised him by unzipping his pants all the way then dragging them with his. . “Do you remember that when Wendy moved in, and we used to all go riding together, how friendly she and I were?” “Yes, I sure do,” I said. “Well,” she said, “Wendy invited me over to go swimming one day when you were at work. By the time the afternoon was over; she and I had seduced each other, we were lovers for three years, Lance.” “When you and my husband were both out and at work, Wendy and I would jump into your bed, and spend the day pleasuring each other for hours on end.” My jaw. Trying to sense the smell of His aftershave. I wait. I yearn. Anticipation.I moan, I wriggle, struggling for freedom from the silky ropes that bind me to the bed. My legs spread and tied tightly to the cold metal bed frame. The ropes between my thighs resting against my lips grow moist. Abandoned, alone in a dark room. Vulnerable in a position meant to welcome only Him.I moan, I twist, I turn. Relentlessly I strive for freedom. With each pull the knots between my legs tighten, pulling on my.