We argued about money, of course, and the kids, who I adore, even if the act of getting them was a chore.Then one day out of the blue, it happened. It... was a Tuesday evening and she – I can’t really call her my wife anymore - gave me a beer and told me change was coming and I had to accept it! If I didn’t accept the change, she was throwing me out and I would need to be gone by the weekend.She said I must refer to her as Mistress from now on. I wanted to know what was going on, but her face was. I'm rubbing slow then fast repeatedly. I tell you to pull on his balls. His moaning gets louder and you squeeze his balls tighter. I start squeezing tighter and rubbing faster, and he starts cumming. You pull your mouth off my cock to catch his cum. You catch every drop and swallow it. Leaning over to kiss me, you push me up off the couch and pull me in front of you. You take me in your mouth sucking on me so good. Through the ecstasy I'm feeling, I see you reach over grabbing hubby's head and. But it was her attitude that got my rocks of the most. The ‘I don’t give a fuck kind of attitude!’“ chef fancy a walk round to the shops for lunch “ she whispered in my ear as her free hand grabbed my hard cock through my chef whites. I was busy chopping lettuce as I nearly chopped my hand off... I just smiled back at her as she slowly started pulling at my love pump. As she placed the two glasses she had bought up from the restaurant onto the side. She slowly turned to pick up a knife that had. .. Once the door shut we broke out in laughter as this happened every other day or so. After 2 periods of sleep it was lunch. Security was tight but we didn't care. I saw a group of Locos at the other end of the lunch room and threw up a sign that signified Loco Killer. They started yelling and whistling. They headed over to us, I saw security move in closer. "Fuck you punk bitches." I heard one of them say. We stood up and started a big fight in the middle of the lunchroom. They took away.