Hand jobs sometimes.Fist fucking almost all the time. Vibrators. Dildos. Depilation. Dildosucking. Caning. Spanking. Whipping. Compulsory cunnilingus ...for hoursand hours! whoosh!).Not a peep from my sheep! Is this what I wanted though? I shudderthinking of our wedding photos (trust me: I had stored them weeks ago).That tall, lanky man standing handsomely in his tuxedo next to me?Gone. Vanished. Permanently erased from my memory.I have gained convenience in my life. The beauty of it is that I. - No baby, I do it then - my wife said.- I make a point, honey. Make company for them while I wash the dishes. Feel free - I replied.And I went to the kitchen. I washed the dishes quickly and then hid behind the door to spy. They were already early in the fun. My wife was kneeling on the floor sucking the cock of the two males.- Suck more bitch - said the son of our neighbor.I was very happy seeing my wife satisfying those males in our room, like a good bitch should do. I felt proud to have. One day I logged in to his account and gazed in amazement at the picture covering his desktop of two young-looking blonde naked girls lying by a pool. One appeared to have her right hand entirely inside the other girls cunt. Just below her bum on the screen was a folder named 'fisting', which revealed dozens of downloaded photographs of these two girls stripping off each others bikinis, kissing, fondling breasts and then fisting. One girl rubbed suntan oil all over the others breasts, tummy,. .”Maybe I shouldn’t be so forward, but hey, sometimes ... I reached down. Giggled. “I feel something, too...”“Tee, stop that. It ain’t fair.”Cindyism. “Fair’s where you go to buy funnel cakes and cotton candy.” Kissss. “Maybe we NEED some candy...”“You’re...”“Dealing with my husband,” I said. “We just exchanged vows. Now, if you’re as serious as I was, then consummation...”“Last chance for my self-control, darlin’,” he sighed.“Sometimes control is over-rated.”Yes, I seduced my husband. This was.