Things were turning out okay, spousal rape an acceptable penance. As he climaxed, I lifted my pelvis to assist. As his semen, sans sperm, spewed into...me, I was still his wife.We rolled apart and I went into a deep sleep. In the morning, he again hopped on me, finished in a frenzy of ownership declaration then grilled me after his deflation. I avoided answers as best I could, talked about an imaginary book discussed, suggested we see the movie, told him the name of the wine we drank but evaded. “Alright, then, Camille. Complete the transaction. Offer up your pussy, and let Troy fuck you here and now. Let’s see how long he lasts and if he is trainable in that way. You get to be the guinea pig, of course. Troy, I don’t think that I have to tell you ... no bragging! This could ruin all of our lives, including your own,” I told the boy, “Nobody give him any instructions. Just let him do what comes naturally for him. I want to see what he needs to learn ... and I want to see how Camille. You then use your mouth to give me what I want. Slowly licking, sucking and kissing me whilst I run my fingers through your hair, encouraging you to carry on doing exactly what you're doing. Your tongue circles my clit over and over before dropping to gently lick under the hood. You know I love that. I’m in complete ecstasy at this point; my moaning gets increasingly louder as you intensify your hold on my clit. You introduce two fingers and slip them in and out ensuring to arch them enough to. "I disconnected and looked across the table at Stella and asked:"Just what do you have planned for me this weekend?"She outlined her ideas and they sounded pretty good to me.When I got home Bea was sitting in the kitchen at the table and sorting through some papers."Why are you still here" I asked as I walked to the icebox and got a beer."It is still my house too. I'm staying here until I can make other arrangements. If you object to my company feel free to move out." And let you move your.