If it weren’t for…’ He stopped himself and looked away for a second before turning back to her with a frown. ‘If I had it all my way, we’d b...e on a plane to Vegas right now to get hitched and you’d be pregnant before the sun came up or I’d break my back trying, baby.’ She sucked in a harsh breath at his candor. His brows pinched over the bridge of his nose. ‘Your tongue is blue.’ She blinked at the sudden change of topic. ‘So is yours,’ she managed to say over her breathlessness. ‘Gabriel, can. Then I noticed that Roy was hard again, and with my husband finally fully erect and on the brink of cumming in my mouth I stopped and told him to leave our bedroom so that Roy and I could have some privacy while a real man fucked me.I could then tell my husband was kneeling outside our bedroom door and masturbating as he listened to Roy and I fucking all night. At one point I yelled at my cuck husband that he'd better clean up any mess he made on our nice hard wood floors before he went to. You flail, find purchase on something solid, and stumble forward, out of the slime.You collapse onto the concrete floor immediately and about that time your motions trigger some automated lights to kick on. Your surroundings aren't familiar at first. You're in a small concrete room dominated by the large, clear-slime-filled vat you just came out of. There's a lot of complex machinery attached to it and a computer readout that says, "Clone revival complete."That's when it hits you. You're in. It was that kind of whirlwind situation, so much so that I only managed to meet his parents once before the wedding and we only visited mine twice. Fortunately Henry's charm won my parent's over straight away, so although they were a little shocked by the suddenness of it, they embraced the situation much more willingly than I thought they would, although, of course, we did omit to tell them we were living together!Henry was a computer programmer and graphic designer, and quite a high flyer in.