It was like being in a trance that I just followed his command to get closer to his piece of black meat. “Well, it’s not going to suck itself,”...he said while he placed his left hand on my right shoulder and started to push down with light pressure.I wonder what he would do if I resisted. Would he force me down even harder? Would he hit me? I didn’t know. But I did not have to worry about that, because for one reason or another, I was willing to comply. I don’t know what came over me. I. Them fucking workmen have had sex with my wife, no wonder they were happy when they left, but why did she let them. She never sucks my cock or has allowed me to cum over her in all the time we have been married. I sat at the dressing table looking at my wife covered in cum, wondering if she had been wanting it to happen. I am first to admit action in the bedroom is a little sparse at the moment and that is mainly down to me and my work.I have noticed recently her style of clothes have changed,. ‘I know you’re getting married in a couple of weeks, so I really shouldn’t say this. I’m so sorry, Carla.’ ‘What? Sorry for what?’ I asked as I stroked his stubbly cheek. He looked at me with a hang-dog expression, and tried to avoid my eyes, but I held his gaze. Finally he spoke. ‘I love you,’ he said quietly, his eyes becoming slightly moist. ‘I’ve loved you for some time, and I couldn’t bear not telling you. I’m so sorry.’ My heart felt like it was both breaking and yet so full of joy. Tears. “No touching yourself!” Elaine’s eyes flashed with anger and she looked at me with scorn. I felt guilty – like I had been caught trying to masturbate. I wanted to explain that the floor was cold and I was just getting comfortable but she told me she didn’t want to hear any excuses – I needed to listen.The next hour or so she went over general rules. I’ve already bored you to tears with the nature of my life up to this point. I certainly won’t even try to write out the rules in detail for you. I.