I was on verge of panic as I pulled him back to me."What's wrong Zack?" I asked trying to hold him."Cassy I really want to fuck but you might not be t...e right person." He said quietly.Tears formed in my eyes! He was rejecting me! My worst fear was being realized! He did not want me!I looked up at him and asked "why?" Because I care about you and right now I do not want to make love. I want to fuck a slut and use her like a whore! I want to take a picture and send it to my whore of wife and show. With that, he leaned in and began to kiss me, and I let him. I remembered my promise to take charge of what I wanted, and grabbed a hold of his head. I needed him closer, even though I knew it was physically impossible. Our tongues danced, teasing each other. He did this thing where he sucked on my bottom lip, and my hips bucked against his groin. Milos erection was full on, and barely contained within the fabric. I let his hands roam under my shirt, over my breasts. He pushed them together,. .." as he slid his dick into my wife. She hissed at him, "Then fuck me fast and hard and leave a big mess so the sissy has something to clean up!" She locked her feet around his waist and pulled him down while thrusting her hips up to meet him. "I just want a good hard hump, even if its only for a few minutes, then I can relax and see him," she motioned to me, "get his tight butt fucked, I cant wait to see him squirm as you snake it in to him Im getting close to cumming just thinking about it.". .. he'd read Justine to me countless times and liked to emulate the actions within it, thankfully just him and no other men. I missed my family, but he constantly reminded me of the fact they wouldn't have tried this hard to keep me. He said there'd been no coverage in the press either.Then he even started to let me wear a nightie and plain knickers around the room when he wasn't there-and at rare times when he was. Sometimes he let me upstairs to his sitting room, bathroom and kitchen but.