His hands reached behind and unfastened my bra and suddenly I found myself on my back. He grabbed the bottle and poured it over my boobs. The feel of ...he champagne bubbles on my nipples was so cold it felt like a shock. He mimicked me, sucking the champagne from my breasts, tugging the nipples with his lips, greedily moving from one to the other.He reached down and tugged my knickers down while I lifted my hips to help him. He slid his trousers down, khaki chinos I recall with a shudder, and I. But I hated him for dating LuAnn but that didn’t last long. I knew he would because he said he would. I hated LuAnn for not seeing that he was mine. But she was enjoying herself so much and they seemed so good together. I hated it.And then I had a long talk with Michael’s mom. What an amazing woman. She was so kind and understanding. We talked about everything. She told me about her own dating experiences and emotions and how they had completely consumed her. She understood. She encouraged me. The taste was rank and earthy. I tasted sweat and more than a little shit. I tried to block my mind from the horror but I couldn’t ignore what I had become. I was licking clean the ass of the man who was fucking my wife. Licking his dirty ass crack in front of the woman I had married. I wanted to die. I wanted to crawl away and cry for hours. I began to sob softly into my master’s ass as I worked to get it clean. My wife mocked my tears and laughed at my torment. She called me a fag and a. Her chest flat on the floor, only a black dog collar with dog tags on it around her neck to show all, but mostly myself she’s mine forever.She can hardly speak because of her dog licking her, before we know it she begs for release and I allow her to climax, Amber orgasms moaning loudly, wiggling her cute butt around for me like I instructed.All the while she wiggles her cute ass and encourages her dog by saying, or moaning, “Good boy.” Then before either of us could stop him, her dog mounts her.