They got beat up and worse all the time. And then there was those crazy feelings I had constantly thinking about feeling a hard cock explode in my mou...h. It's like God hated me or something. Anyway, fast forward. I held out doing anything for a couple years. I even stopped camping with Bruce due to homophobia. I was still having the same thoughts, just not acting on them. I finally gave in to an invitation to Bruce’s cabin. I had kinda decided to see if he would be amiable to me sucking him. He looked like a man who spent his whole life working outdoors with no shirt. His sizable cock jutted out from his crotch and the plump head of it bobbed when he walked.Patty sat on the edge of the bed, spread her meaty thighs, and started to rub at her labia with her fingertips. She looked directly at me, and said "Please do NOT disrobe or play with yourself." I'm familiar with the rules, ma'am." I assured her.To Leonard, she said, "Get on your knees and lick my vagina. Go on, lick it!"Leonard. Myra hada number of ideas. I rejected the suggestion that I castrate him in hissleep. But I did agree to go to an attorney.The attorney asked what I would like to do if my suspicions were borneout. I replied that I really did not know exactly what course I wouldtake; punishment, divorce, or simple reconciliation. I really did notknow; I was devastated at learning my husband had betrayed me, hadcheated on me and was doing it continually. The attorney set me up with aprivate investigator.A few. By the we were moving to weights I started to not only like Tiffany, but realize how lonely I was.By the end of the workout I felt like it was Tiffany and I vs Steve. He would say the goofy things I usually found cute and we'd both laugh to each other. A way to muscular guy posed in a mirror, we both lost it. Bonding was happening.When we finished, Tiff (she was Tiff now) asked me what I was doing and if I wanted to grab a drink. She did this in front of Steve, who tried to invite himself but.