She was still standing there, for the moment speechless, just staring in disbelief at me. "You know, Millie, in all of your yelling in these final min...tes of our marriage, you never once indicated a willingness to give up the idea of cuckolding me."She raised her hand as if to get me to listen, but changed her mind and just looked down. It was my last memory of her. It would be years before we met again.The day after our confrontation. I had gone to see my lawyer. I signed a power of attorney. Pretty soon things began to reach a wonderful group experience. The woman started to drip female juices, running out of her and into my mouth. She would stroke my hair and my arms. I could tell she was close. The same is true of the guy. The started talking to one another and it is obvious they wanted to cum at the same time. I was doing everything a sissy slut could do to help that happen. And then it did. The guy started grunting, deep male grunts and that must have been a sign for the woman. Each time I pushed another one in, I got more and more breathless. It took twenty minutes. I'd left about 10 for that job. I was very full, and it was very difficult to walk. My ass was so tight around the cable, with just a loop hanging out. I dressed casually, grabbing my tote bag with my outfit, toys, condoms and lubricant.I got into my car, and as I sat, I felt the beads move. It was going to be a very very long drive. Halfway across town I realised. No collar. I texted him. He didn't. But I did as told. I removed all my clothes and walked to where I could hear the other boys. As I neared the showers, you could hear the other boys talking and laughing, with the sound of water hitting the tile floor in the background. As I walked in, here were about twelve boys, all dancing around under the water nude. Some were soaping themselves as others were washing away the suds. It suddenly hit me, I could see all of them! As I looked around, I was amazed by all the different body types..