I was so embarrassed that I raced up the rest of the stairway intomy office. Oh, wow, what am I going to do, I wondered. I better try to get somework...done. I fired up my computer and went to work. But after just afew minutes I looked down and saw those breasts again. I continued towork but it was hard to concentrate. I kept seeing those breasts. Verydistracting. I really LOVED to see those breasts. I had never considered myself to be a "breast-man" when it came to mytaste in women. Sure. I do not want to lose you. But, I am not giving up this sex I love and need." She paused, touching her forehead to mine. "You must choose: Stay and be my cuckold. Or, leave."I sat in silence. My mind locked up and I was unable to speak. She handed me my glass and I emptied it.Filling my glass again, she asked. "Do you know what a cuckold is?" Not really. I'd guess it's a man whose wife fucks around."She sipped her wine and said. "That's basically right. By definition, 'it's a man who knows his. It’s worth the drive, just to try The Tradesman Arms. Only for dinner though. The steak and lobster dinner is absolutely fabulous. You should go!”Reaching the A379 just after 2:00 pm, they stopped in Stokenham to check out The Tradesman Arms and the menu posted outside, and then conducted a tour of the small burg before continuing on to Torcross. Arriving in the village just after 3:00 pm, they found the office of the estate agent off Dockey’s Lane. The estate agent’s name was Roderick. “Do you like that?” he asked, peering up as he sandpapered my nipple with his chin stubble.“Fuck, yes!” I thought helplessly. “No, of course I don’t.”“Liar.” Harry thrust his fingers between my legs and rubbed. I gasped with shock… and pleasure. “I bet your cunt tastes even better than your tits.” My body wanted to grind down on his fingers to increase the pressure – how long was it since someone else had touched me down there? Instead, I stood on tiptoes, as if trying to escape. “Mmmm..