“Well get yourself over to the table, breakfast is almost ready and you’re gonna need your strength later.”“Where are my clothes?” I muttere...“Oh don’t worry about them, you ain’t gonna be needing them. We’ll just have to take them off again anyway.”Can I use the washroom? I askedWe don’t have one of those but Jr. here will take you to the outhouse.I noticed the two of them both had just their underwear on. I tried to wrap the sheet that we brought back in with us hours before around me. As. His cock filling me, stretching me, such exquisite pleasure pain! I came again, my cunt milking that gorgeous cock. Finally, he came too, filling me to overfull with his warm cum. My thighs were drenched, my cunt drooling as he pulled out, his member shining in the candlelight as he fed it to me, painting my lips with our combined fuck juices. I opened my mouth wide, to accommodate his head. We tasted so good! I’d forgotten just how much I loved the taste of cum! And mixed with my own flavor. And I get to do all that AND have the security of knowing that my husband stays faithful even celibate for me. That’s what Cuckolding is all about!About Hubby’s celibacy, for nearly the past two years I’ve had about five lovers and when I’m with a lover, I prefer that he be the only man who puts his dick in me. In other words, Hubby gets “cut off” from intercourse because another man becomes my primary sex partner, the only man who gets to have marital relations with me. The reason I do it is. She wouldn't be there. His car would be inaccessible, useless and empty. And somewhere, Sally - wonderful, infuriating girl - was wandering around with a business card in her hand, trying to get back to where she belonged. Who could he turn to?No other logical choice presented itself. Only Ethel could help now. If nothing else, she represented warmth and comfort. Evening was closing in. The choice was to walk home, ten miles; catch a bus, God knows when; or go back seventy years and try to.