I want us to be OK. I love you.” “I love you too, what deal?” Just then my boss came up behind her and wrapped on arm around her front. His hand...landing on her belly. It looked like he pulled her to him. “You ready?” He asked her. “I was just explaining to George.” His hand slipped lower to her pub region and he kissed her on the neck. She smiled and let him lean her head to give him access. What the fuck was I seeing? Jealousy and rage hit me in the gut. Then he walked away. I stood to go. Her fall into the underworld came quite naturally. Her last few tomb raids were quite brazen, borderline theft even, and the black market was the only place willing to buy her wares. It quickly became apparent that there was a significant demand for her skills, after all, stealing from a tomb isn’t too different from stealing from anywhere else. At first, Lara would keep to a strict moral code, but the big money isn’t looking to pay for a good Samaritan, so all of that quickly began to. Many sizes, many ages, and offering many opportunities for Lia to go ‘full dryad’ at some point over the weekend, maybe even more than once. It may have begun as a farmhouse, but there was now also something of the ‘house in the woods’ to it. Not spooky, simply hidden away and keeping to itself. It was secluded, characterful, and charming, and I couldn’t imagine a better place for Lia to have grown up in.I’d only just pulled the car to a halt when the door of the farmhouse opened and Remy. But then Shobha proposed a thought saying, “You have a cuckold fetish… You’re turned on by the idea of another man fucking your wife.”Ashok rejected this theory but hearing confident Shobha say this got him thinking. Their conversation was interrupted when a guy approached Ashok. It was Bharat. Greeting him, Ashok guided him to another table.As they sat down and some food was ordered, Ashok initiated a conversation asking, “So, Bharat… Have you ever heard of a cuckold fetish?”“Cuck lovin’! Like.