I only met him once. A short, nondescript kind of guy who wore an NRA baseball cap on a dome-like, prematurely balding head. For most of the evening h... lectured on the second amendment and told jokes about reinforced concrete. I knew Lena through my wife Eve, a friend of her best friend from school. This is the inconvenient part. I have no qualms about taking another man’s wife to bed, especially if he decides to absent himself from his own. Casual fooling about with my wife’s friends is. Starting at my big toe and working its way up. It’s not sharp so I start to ease up. Not knowing what it is turns me on the most. I lay there hoping that the touch is that of daddy’s but I know its not. This touch is wayI get slid down to the end of the table; legs spread open, still tied down. The toy is tied in my ass so it won’t come out. I feel what feels like a tongue licking up and down my dripping cunt. I hear something heavy getting move word me. Closer and closer. It stops and I feel. The grass had never looked greener, the flowers had never been so vibrant, yet inside he felt monochrome. Much like the sky above him, he felt gloomy and gray.He marched on in the rain, trying to fight back tears and several heavy sobs. It baffled him, and he was confused more than anything. How could she be so cruel? He slumped his shoulders and hung his head, feeling very much like he could belong in a Peanuts cartoon. Perhaps if he tuned his ears and concentrated hard enough, he might be. "don't worry, my little cum kitten, you will be covered in my cum soon enough."And by the end of the evening He was right. Laying next to Him in bed, exhausted and content, I smile. Thinking back on the last couple of hours... hearing Him whisper encouragement in my ears as I touched myself for Him. Experiencing having my arms bound as He explored my body. Having Him massage my breasts after removing the nipple clips. And then resting in His arms. Right where I am supposed to be.Chapter 2I wake.