All of a sudden my wife’s phone rings and I pick it up thinking it is probably Donna calling and it is a deep male voice answering asking for Do...nna. It is a black man and he says tell her that this is Rod and he will be in room 208 at the Sheraton. He asks who I am and I tell him that I am her husband and I am shocked that he is not embarrassed or ashamed that I know about them. He then tells me that Donna has talked about me to him and he comes right out and says he had asked Donna to. She neither resisted nor responded. I held her tightly and placed my lips on her soft lips and pushed tongue through her lips. It was the most awesome smooch ever! Now she started responding back and I gained confidence. She put her hand in my t shirt and started rubbing my back. She held my tshirt and pulled it out in one go.I had my hand on her smooth boobs. It was heaven to squeeze them. I was pressing both her boobs one after another and kissing her very hard. She was holding my dick over. ” I knew that was a lie. “So, did you enjoy yourself?”“Kevin! Don’t ask that. I told you I’m sorry.”“I guess that's it then, right? We’re done? Ten years of marriage tossed away like yesterday's garbage.”“Honey, don’t say that.” I tried to reach for his arm, which only seemed to repel him as he backed away from me as if I was contagious with a disgusting disease.“I'm gonna get sole custody of the kids. You're unfit to be their mother, you cheap whore!”Oh no he didn’t… “Don’t you dare call me. I have to admit, I feel good in this dress. It has been a few months since my relationship with Mr. B ended. I didn't think I would ever get over him until I met Sir. He is a Dom. This submissive/dominant thing is still strange to me, but it feels like what I need right now. It is a weird thing. A man is telling me what to do ... controlling me. Yet, I have never felt so strong. I met Sir in a club and we had a very strong chemistry from the start. We went out a few times before he told me he.