I walked down the line to Slut 3 and slid my hand over a very very full, large tit. She closed her eyes and moaned a little even though it wasn't Dadd...y touching her. The cow sluts just live to be touched and used. I flicked the end of one of her long, dark nipples, watching the milk drops form on the end, and smiled. She pulled her shoulders back and thrust out her tits for more, but her big firm belly got in the way a bit. I turned from the blonde cow to the other pregnant slut, this one a tan. I called them and told them that it looked like I could be there on Friday. My boss seemed to be very understanding. He was on the softball team as well.On Thursday, I arrived at the house at 7am. I did a walk through to be sure that I absolutely had everything I wanted. Most everything else in the house was destroyed due to my rampage on Saturday. I had to stop and think about the house. I bought it three years before I was married. I did not move the slut in until we had married. So, I didn’t. I sighed contentedly and again as she shifted to my right nipple then we both drifted off into a very peaceful and satisfying sleep.The next morning, when we woke and enjoyed our usual early-morning cuddles and kisses I watched a wicked gleam dawn in Vanya's eyes. I wasn't sure what it was all about until I was about to get dressed after our usual morning routine, she having beaten me to it. Vanya took something from her jewellery box and, with a lovely smile, announced she had a gift for me.. "Not really. I trust her." Do you think it's wise?"The night before I married her, my best friend asked me why I thought she was marrying me."Because I love her. And she loves me." Why?"He was drunk, I let it go. But everyone thinks the same. I'm not bad, I'm average. Not handsome, not ugly. Not too charming. Not too rich. But Camille is, like I said, a goddess, and people think you need to be a god to marry a goddess."I think it's wiser than being jealous all the time." Did she ever cheat on.