I felt the hands ofa very intense Mistress grope and pull me onto the huge and large penisshe wore and the more I cried out the more excited she becam.... "I'mgetting SO fucking HOT fucking you sissy!" her words cried out like abitch in heat. "Take my cock you whore! Take it!" Her mind wasfocused and she knew I was in no position to dispute her completeownership of me.I lost consciousness being so violated and fucked. My eyes rolled to theback of my head as I relinquished my control of my. It was definitely a woman's handwriting, very stylish, pretty,with feminine accents. But there was no indication of who wrote it. Heworried about that, as someone out there had figured him out. He alsowished he knew who it was because she had done him such a great favorand he would like to be sure that the next clothes he ordered wouldhave such a perfect fit.Over the next week, he dressed every evening as soon as he returnedfrom work and all weekend long. The blouse had fit snugly. I wanted to be treated like a whore. I wanted two men to make me feel like a slut. I didn't want any complications in my marriage. I decided to hire professionals.I googled an escort service and spoke to somebody on the phone. I explained that I was looking for two African American males. I wanted them both to be fit and be well endowed. I gave her my credit card information and she gave me one of the escort’s phone number. I called it and told him I’d be at the Sheridan Hotel in the bar area.. I initially just wanted to divorce her and be done with it all but I thought about my anger. I had to have retribution to feel whole again.I never confronted her about it instead I played my part as a loving husband and even stepped it up several notches. I had a plan.My wife has a tendency to drink too much, always has.I would use that to my advantage and get the best payback ever.My plan was to not ever fuck her again, instead I would get her drunk and use a dildo on her making her think she.