Five minutes which changed my world view. We’d been together for a year, and I would be married to the man I loved and lusted non-stop for in just a...week’s time. And I risked all that for him? Just so he could jump on me and squirt his nasty stuff all over me – so what was the point? I was a fucking idiot. And I never cheated again. I’m sorry I did that. I really am. I’m not sorry you found out. I deserved to be beaten and kicked out, shamed and humiliated for what I did. But I thought you. Not sleepy classical, but something with an underlying urgency to it. Not rushed, but not boring. He has you look down a bit, stare up at him, with the glass close to your mouth."Ok, now. Lick your lips very slowly, like it's the most arousing thing you have ever tasted."You do your best act, and notice your lips feel pretty good and smooth. You put on a ghost of a smile, trying to be alluring. You guess it worked, because he says, "Don't do that! I'm trying to take pictures here!" You smile. Erika was completely in charge that night, giving me no choice in what happened. We’d already talked things over, and we agreed that if I addressed Erika as ‘Erika,’ she would take whatever I said very seriously. That was the key ‘safe’ word in any sentence. If I didn’t use it, Erika was welcome to ignore anything and everything I said; anything I told her I didn’t want to do, if she wanted to ignore it. At one point, Erika wanted to do me up the bum, and I told ‘Mistress’ that I didn’t. I was piddling around my house doing my honey do list. I usually watch porn when I'm cleaning the house folding clothes etc . Well I was sitting in my chair folding laundry when I noticed someone pulled in my driveway. So I turned the DVD player off and turned on regular tv. I got up to someone knocking on the door well to my surprise it was dawn my wife's lil sister. I let her in as I returned to my chair to finish up my laundry. She came and set opposite of me on the sofa she said she was.