I didn’t waver, I barely blinked. Ganju stepped out and then it was time to go back to work.I walked out to the center of the Octagon and beckoned h...m closer. I don’t know whether it was the gleam in my eye or the menacing smile on my face, but he paled. He’d started to swell up from the beating I’d delivered in the first round. I was looking forward to adding to the picture.He came in tentatively and started fighting me more defensively. I was lighter, more agile and had better endurance. I was pretty close to cumming just from the rubbing of our cocks inside our speedos so I broke off our kiss and said we should get in the shower.Discarding our speedos, we got in the shower. More kissing and we finally touched each other's cocks in the flesh, outside the nylon and lycra of our speedos. I turned the Married Guy around so he was facing the shower wall. Grabbing a handful of shampoo I starting rubbing his arse, the inside, not the cheeks.After a rinse, his arse was clean enough. ..yet he knew he must…smack…smack…smack… went his hand ...joined by the smack…smack…smack …of Chastity’s lips. Her arse was smarting. Her tongue was trembling with satisfaction.“Repeat after me; take me up the arse now…in my arse now.”“My arse… yes...yes…please…please…now.”Still one last thwack and Chastity finally said, “Ouch.” She rolled over. Legs deliberately opened. Panties in a flash on the floor. It was her turn to direct Bernard’s hands elsewhere. Monsignor couldn’t resist, no man could. You have to judge me now, and I am sure of the verdict. Guilty!My reason for starting Divorce proceedings was aimed at resolving the situation. If we were divorced, then we could look at life anew. I didn't want to accuse you of anything, so my solicitor advised that I use irreconcilable differences. I know now that you could have opposed the suit, and made it difficult for me. It again reinforced my love that you didn't. Now I wish you had opposed, then I would have realised my stupid mistake.