It was there that I realized how dependent my wife had become on alcohol to carry on with her daily activities.My gravest mistake at that point was to...assume that this was only a temporary binge and that my wife would get over her addiction. It was a picturesque location, and since we had only a little garden that we considered our farm, the rest of it having been sold out, my hectic schedule involved little more than painting and ferreting a very beautiful and vivacious. His thoughts became confused as they overlapped one another and he fought to control himself. More than anything he was fighting the urge to simply throw her onto the table and ravish her. He had never felt like this before but the danger and excitement of the experience became intoxicating. He took out another gold coin and placed it next to the first one. "Take down your knickers. Show me what you have hidden underneath." She didn't know why she felt compelled to obey him. She had been. So we finally decided to attend, a swinger’s sex party. In the lead up to that day, she would shag me almost as much as I once used to shag her.*The day came and we booked a taxi and arrived at the address. The place was a fortress, a big house with a big yard, and a big brick fence as if a druglord owned it. Then when we entered the complex, boy oh boy did it opened my eyes, to life on the wild side. There were lesbians, bisexuals, group orgies, and gay sex, all over the place.We stripped. Wait right here” Shireen instructed before strutting down the short hallway. Markus turned and leaned against the wall.Directly opposite him was a table seating three, large, white women. Calling them large was polite, actually. They were enormous, stocky women who all looked to be in their forties and fifties. They weren't alone, either. A trio of sissy maids was just below the table, each servicing their charges in the way the women preferred.By coincidence or not, all three of the sissies.