She was thrilled to have running water in the kitchen and a privy in the house. Pulling a nightgown from the drawer, she turned towards her bed. Witho...t thinking, she opened the window to let in the fresh breeze and sat down to comb her hair. As she sat, naked in front of her mirror, she thought about James. The mirror showed a pretty girl with a scattering of freckles across her nose, strong farm-girl shoulders and arms, nice high breasts with pale aureoles – her nipples were standing up now. And their arses, I wanted to knowwho had the best arse. And while we were on the subject of arses, I broached the subject of the next lesson: Anal sex. He seemed never to have heard of the practice, between men and women, and he regarded it as peculiarlya gay thing. I reassured him that nowadays, with greater openness (particularly of bottoms) and the availability ofheavy duty condoms and lubes and the like, and every women's magazine contains some sort of rubbishyCOY article about anal sex. I. I take out some silk scarves and slowly tie your ankles together and then your legs just above the knees. You keep sleeping. I pull your hands up over your head and tie them together to the headboard.You begin to stir but then sink back into sleep. I move your legs so that they are bent at the knee and I can see your pussy and ass from behind. I take out some astroglide, wet my finger and slide it into your pussy. That wakes you up. You groan with pleasure and then confusion as you. Only this time it was less him, the black lover taking her away sexually, and more about him, the husband, or boyfriend letting her have her choice, and she doing what in these stories was expected.But let me tell you from the bottom of my heart, being the shamed humiliated cuckolded dirtbag getting his guts kicked in, while he watches his girl, the love of his life, actually chose to fuck another man, any other man, and tell him she thinks he is better sexually in every way to her, this can.