.. it's what sailors call it. Unless they call it foul weather gear.So she's minding the helm when we hit something."Errk," I said.The kids came runni...ng out on deck in their wet gear. "Daddy ... the keel hit something." I know that," I said. "What is another question entirely."What ever it was we were scraping it ... still.Finally ... it stopped.Wendy and the kids went below to check the bilges..."No leaks! The bilge pump hasn't run in days." Maybe it's plugged?"While we were contemplating that. To my shame, I had been neither of these, falling badly in love with Tony, arranging meetings and romantic overnight stays with my lover behind my husband’s back to the point where he and I had actually planned for me to leave my husband and move in together, possibly even getting married once our respective divorces had come through.The deceit had been so serious that, once it had been discovered, my cuckolded husband hadn’t been sure he could live with me any longer. Pete had insisted on us. He even picked out his own newname, "Missy." Very cute and very funny.Missy's and Kate's sex life was still amazing and the women shecontinued to bring him loved, just loved, what he was doing to himself.He truly had the best of both worlds the drive and financial power of aman and the personal sexual power of an attractive woman.The best pay off, and display of his new power, came shortly after thebreast implants. Kate loved to take her new girlfriend out and show heroff to the boys. Mike. I had never been with another man sexually before and quite honestly I had never considered it a possibility. I was raised in a conservative christian home where homosexuality was considered wrong and bisexuality simply didn't exist but apparently somewhere along the way those signals got crossed. "You like that don't you bitch," he said harshly as he slapped my ass hard making me yelp. His big meaty hands grabbed my hips and he thrust his fat fuck stick into the depths of my ass hard and.