Ah well, love or true love, life isn't what the books say — or what Hollywood tells us, for that matter. My life never was. And I never fell in love...with my husband — I slowly slid into loving him. So maybe I just as slowly slid out of love?Maybe I did, but I didn't slide out. I slithered.I am Liza, wife of Steve, mother of Eric and I know my husband loves me. I know he even loves me today after all I did to him. It would be easy to ridicule that love as a cuckold's delusion. It seems to be all. Up and down and up and down 4 or 5 times. He then grabbed my hands put them behind my back and cuffed me. I knew something was strange when he put me in the front seat. He told me several times how he really didn’t want to take me in to the station, but if I promised to behave and do what I was told he would let off this time. I know what he wanted and I was not in the position to say no. Once I agreed he opened his zipper and pulled out his penis, telling me to be a good little girl and. Kate was speechless, and so was I. His cock must have been 10 inches long and about 4 inches thick. It dwarfed my puny 6 incher. I was in a trance as I watched kate slowly stroke his cock, lickking aroun its massive head. I heard him moan as kate took him in her mouth eagerly, trying to take as much as she could. "God I love this big black cock" I heard her say I stood outside stunned, watching my wife sucking this monster cock, listening to him moan with his hands on the back of her head. Its just that I am mostly staying alone that I get such opportunities.I am a person who likes to go out on expeditions and sometimes go out alone. On one such occasion I went to a forest beside a river. Had piled up my car and hired a tent. This happened in Gujarat near Baroda. I went near a river and set up my tent in a lonely place where there was little or no habitat. Just a few scattered houses here and there. I sat down and lazed around and started fishing in the river. Managed to catch a.