This time, it was a void like she didn’t exist anymore. The house was cold and lonely whenever I was at home. I subsisted on McDonald’s, day after...day. Anything I ate tasted more like cardboard than food, so what did it matter? I wished I had some idea what Michelle was doing. I had friends, but none I could talk about this with, not even Ginger or Eric.I remembered one thing I’d vowed to do after Michelle left. Wednesday after work, I called Diana. I told her I knew a really nice, single guy,. .. Then I took a shoot in the dark and asked if I could please stop, he smiled and said "You can stop for awhile, BITCH!" I sat down and grabbed my now warm beer as he told me, "From now on, you're my bitch, you'll do as your told and always call me Daddy or Sir! Remember, I know where you live." I'll admit, it was super erotic when he called me bitch and told me I was his, but the where you live part... I reminded him I was married and he nodded and smirked. Then he told me to write down my. “Um...” he said, but couldn’t continue.“What is it? You can say anything to me,” Emma said. She was now unzipping his fly.“I didn’t bring any, uh, condoms with me,” Brent said sheepishly. Emma continued undressing him.“I’m on the shot for birth control and I trust you don’t have any STDs if you’ve been with the same woman since high school, “ Emma said. “So I think we are safe enough. Agreed?”“Uh, yeah, that sounds ok,” Brent said.Brent’s pants were pulled to the floor; his underwear was tented. "Enough." He stated and pulled me up towards him. He smiled and brought me in for a kiss. Pulling me back some, he tightened his grip on my hair. I moaned a out load. "You like that don't you?" He questioned. I moaned more! Before i knew it, he had swung me around to the back of the couch. Bending me over with my hair still in his hand. He took his free hand and started rubbing my wet cunt. I moaned hard as he slipped his fingers into me. Damn this boy is good! I could feel him hitting my.