After I had recovered somewhat, I pulled off my wedding ring for the first time since she’d placed it on my finger on March 2nd, 1994. Twenty-three ...wonderful years of marriage, evaporated in a moment. What the hell did I do wrong? What the hell happened?I finally started to come to my senses. My first thought was to track her phone and find out just what the fuck was happening. I’d grab the son-of-a-bitch and kick his ass. I worked out three times a week and practiced kickboxing on the weekends. Fire crackled in his fingertips. She took his hands and held them in hers and they became one. Pulling him with her they fell back into the water sinking into its depths until no light remained. There was no sound, no sight, just the feel of their bodies connected in unison. They wrapped each other in their arms and moved against each other. Waves of pleasure flowed between them. A light appeared in his imagination and he could see her as if bathed in pale moonlight. He could still feel himself. I decided to try a personal add to see if others were out there with similar interest, after a few months of chatting and screening people I decided I wanted the experience with one master, he said he could puppy convert me. The day I met him I dressed up skirt, low cut shirt, painted my nails and ties and wore slave sandals as they are called. He took me to his house and we chatted and drank for hours out of the blue he asked ?ARE YOU READY? with my head swimming I said yes. Without another. When he poked his head in his dad's study, Bob was concentrating on his computer. He mumbled "Morning, Dad." and backed out. He walked out the living room doors toward the beach. As he did, Elizabeth and Dee were wading out of the surf.They could have been twins except his stepmother was blonde. They were both bare except for little thongs. Elizabeth's was black, and Dee's was yellow. Both had narrow shoulders, long waists with slim hips, and perfect legs. The blonde's tits were a little.