Bennie wasn’t happy about it, but he never argued with his brother or cousin. He knew that I had been their whore before he had met me and he even j...ined in to fuck me during the trains that they pulled on me. After we returned to Japan, things went back to normal, as far as my career was involved, and Bennie was an excellent father to our c***dren. I continued to fuck Mikey and a handful of regular lovers, but Bennie was my husband and I did fall in love with him after some time. Japan was. Stormy just resigned herself to become my eye candy. She let me undress her and check out her body. She even managed a little smile and a twirl for me. Then I helped her get into the bathtub and to sit down into the water. I got to splash water on her body and then wash her hair. That wasn’t so bad. Then I got to rub the bar of soap over her body with my fingertips exploring her breasts as I did so. Stormy wanted me to soap up a washcloth and then wash her with that. I did but I still got to. The bartenders behind the large bar at the front of the room worked frantically to keep up with the endless stream of customers. Every cocktail table was filled, many with other regulars like her, men and women she knew well from running into them twice every week. Many of the men had experienced her sexual charms at one time or another. She saw John Mallet out there dancing with Jana Hansen. She even saw Jim Hartman, the divorced, reclusive paramedic whom she had initiated to this place not so. I was working on my pants as I stepped on the backs of my shoes, trying to save time. She rushed over to help, laughing in the same way she did that morning. Desire mixed with fun. Absolutely no guilt, just pleasure. When I finally kicked off my last sock, I lifted her, cradling her in my arms and carried her the three steps to the bed. I loved how she laughed at my manly domination. She kissed me all the harder for it. I had a strong desire to persist in my dominance. I wanted to give her joy.