The shiny mess extended halfway down my thighs and there were long ropes of cum dripping from my just fucked cunt that made a small puddle between my ...feet.There was no talking my way out of this. I was caught red-handed. The only thing I could think of to do was to get my husband out of the doorway before he was seen by the guys. I started walking towards him and as I did he averted his gaze from my messy cunt up to my smiling face. A look of confusion crossed his face and when I reached him I. As soon as I was half way off the floor I threw all of my weight backwards and since Jeff hadn’t been expecting it, plus he was still laughing, it brought him down too. I’m sure you can imagine what happened once I had him on the ground. Any how, Jeff thought that that would be the end to it but I’m not so easily distracted. He was no match for my constant bitching, his words, not mine. He finally agreed to give me a chance as long as I learned enough self-defense moves…I made sure he wasn’t. I could guess from the sound of my rumbling stomach that I had been out for some matter of days. I drank my fill and having little energy or ability to move, I went back to sleep. This happened repeatedly over what was probably a matter of weeks. I would wake, get some sustenance and see a sissy getting fucked while being told how my life was focused around men and if I was good then I would get fucked. Then I would doze back off to sleep. The lid to my box was open and the light from. ‘Yeah, who else?’I turned around, raising an eyebrow at him. ‘You know I don’t like mornings.’‘But I do!’ He said with a cheerful wink. He was already fully dressed, which at this time of year meant some sort of shorts, but his auburn curls were all messed up--meaning that even though he’d been up for five hours already, he’d still forgotten to brush his hair. I love the cute little things he forgets.While I’m looking at him, I eventually realize that he’s looking back at me.Specifically, my.