We were connected in a way that could not possibly be better. Saliva intermixed from my mouth to hers, from hers to mine. The skin of our lips sealed.... Breathing only capable by using our noses. The air circulated through my lungs and forced blood through my heart. The same blood that now circulated through out my body. It helped make the chemical electricity trickle all the way through. The kiss deepened, if it could. If it could ever be deeper, it never was before. Her hands worked with her. I didn’t see the man come in and stand next to my wife he was about 6’ foot tall blonde blue eyes rather muscular man .good morning sissy time to start your new life,with that he untied me,you may get up now and look in the mirror ,I was still very week and could barly stand little alone run from this nightmare,asi turned to look I was mortified I had tits tits shit what my mad wife done my face it had makeup but it was tattooed on ,my wife saw the panic in my eyes and interjected,let me. When we got to my beach house, she was even more impressed… I showed her around and we went swimming and later in the night, we went in the hot tub. She was still so sexy, beautiful and gorgeous… in the hot tub we talked with a bottle of wine, I went into detail about how I got this rich, she was so happy for me. She now was working as a nurse, after she had been a stripper to pay for school, she was my age, because back in the day when I was 19, she also was 19, when we fucked…She curled up. He didn't hate himself for being sexually inferior to these other men! Maybe that was how some people might wish to interpret it, but it was at a significant variance with how he, himself, viewed himself!Though only a very small number of other men (other cuckolds like himself) would understand---but Tomas derived a great deal of sexual pleasure, and satisfaction, in his open admission of being sexually inferior! Had he been in denial of this, he would not have been a cuckold; and he and Mara.