Lisa then accompanied them to the street below to say goodbye. Time passed and she did not return and I looked out the window. The two new lovers were...wrapped in a tight embrace on the sidewalk. I closed the drapes, sat down, lit a cigar and pondered my options.I wondered if my uncle had foreseen this. Certainly he was not so intuitive as to predict this emotional quagmire I found myself in. Possibly, I wondered if he wanted me to learn a lesson in possession, the heart and detachment.I. * I woke up in a dark room and my body on fire, but nothing that was going to keep me down. I stood up and soon realized I was in Roxanne’s room. “Where is she at?” I wondered. But, before I went to find her, I walked into her bathroom and checked myself in the bathroom mirror. I now realized I wasn’t wearing a shirt, just my jeans and I could see some pretty nasty looking bruises on my torso. My face wasn’t as bad as I though. A baby shiner, and cut up lip. For getting jumped in holding, I. He was going to be the benefactor, my husband being the voyeuristic instigator, he loved creating these scenarios, and I submitted to his perversions, in his eyes as a willing wife, but deep down the slut in me craved to be fucked while other men watched.I reached out and picked-up my stockings, a large diamond lace, requiring a belt to stay up, and when adorned, framed my ass beautifully in black, making its nudity more revealing, something I planned for, as lying face down could only invite. When she opened her eyes, I immediately kissed her. Sheresponded passionately both with her mouth and herloins. I suckled her tits and her passion rose. I heardher whisper “oh yes, fuck me, cum again so I can feelmy pussy get warm inside; fuck me, fuck me.” I unloadedagain inside her and she caressed my face and kissed myforehead. “Yes, yes, that’s it; fill me full lover.It’s almost time for me to go.”I wrapped my arms around and under her shoulders andheld.