I continue to peruse the magazine, pointedly ignoring her. She waits on the cold, hard floor for the moment when I will turn my eyes upon her and all...w her to speak to me. I make her wait until I have finished with my magazine. Tossing the magazine aside I look down at her.?Is the table ready?? I ask.She responds with, ?Yes Ma’am, everything is ready.?Entering the dining room I inspect the table for correctness. She knows that everything must be to my satisfaction or she will get a. Just him, me, the justice of the peace andmy former instructor from the school as our witness. And the honeymoon? I don't think we left the room at the hotel. But one thing strange washe asked me before our first time if I had ever wanted a man before.I confessed I had never thought of men like that until I had met him.That answer pleased him, and my nervousness vanished when he began toexplore my body. I was in total bliss.I had no idea how short our time together would turn out to be. We. Uninspired.No, their punishment must be more severe. Tailor made to fit their self-serving nature. A reliquary for their crimes.The Kitsune smiled wryly. She knew what to do.It was simple really. Top laners were prone to fucking over their own team to satisfy their urges to fight the opposing top laner. Thereby, it only seemed fair that, as punishment for such actions, they spent time fucking their opponent to satisfy her cravings. It would be just how they like to fight: one on one; a brutal. When I got back they seemed to be getting along well and I asked them if they wanted to get a room. We all agreed.Once we got to the room it seemed everyone was a bit nervouse, so I walked up behind Mary and started kissing her neck and slowly unbuttoning her shirt. I lightly pushed her toward Steve and stepped back. I watched them start to kiss and grind each other and I knew this was something I was into. Seeing your wife kissing another guy isn't something you are supposed to like, but I.