The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee, the emptiness of the public place and the guilt of my husband all were consumed in that moment.I kissed him ba...k. Deeply. More deeply than I’d kissed in nearly ten years. I dug my fingertips into his strong shoulders, massaging his tongue with mine. The taste of coffee lingered on my lips. The feeling of his firm hands on my ass made me breathe in, the perfection of the moment was intoxicating. As he kissed my neck, his slight beard brushed against the. He was glad. It was like we were both marrying him. Donnie was the one who got to say, "I do."We spent our honeymoon in Niagara Falls. Since we got married in Canton to allow Andrew's mother to attend our little wedding ceremony, it was only about a four hour drive. None of us had ever been there, and Andrew thought the idea was so corny that it was cool (his words) so away we went.We rode the boat under the falls and spent the rest of the time in our hotel making love. It was just a typical. At the start of this, I filled out a large t-shirt more so with my belly than my chest and arms. I now easily filled out a medium t-shirt with more of my arms and chest than stomach. My amazing wife had become significantly stronger in her attitude. She frequently bordered on cruelty but never pushed past that line. She expected more of me, simple as that. She expected me to be solely hers, she expected me to be manly, she expected a full-fledged partner that had given himself entirely to her.. I often fantasize of such things. Convincing someone that they can take it all. Even better is subjecting them to a double penetration. You could analize them while I was under them, licking on their clit, only to produce a dildo to enter them anally. The only draw back is not getting to see their face. Guess thats what video is for. Of course that would entail pulling their hair to keep their face in the camera.***************************************************************************Watching.