By now I knew we were through with each other, our marriage relationship was finished but I expected Terry to remain faithful. I left work one Thursda...y arriving home to find my dear sweet husband’s car in the driveway. What was he doing home so early? I was always the first one home. As quietly as possible I unlocked the front door and crept into our home. Every sense acute I was ready for anything. Just not for what I found. I closed the door and my heard a bed squeaking accompanied by a. You love it.’ ‘Yes!’ She almost yells. My hand is soaked and tired, I cannot wait any longer. I withdraw my hand and run it down the length of my hard on. I position myself behind her, a stunning sight as she offers her ass to me. I slowly begin to push into her tight pucker as she squirms to accommodate my cock. I barely get the tip in and am overwhelmed by the sensation. I close my eyes and exhale deeply in an attempt to steady my breath. ‘Sit up,’ I command softly. She carefully rises to a. “What did you call me, GIRL?” I caught his meaning. The venom is his voice was like acid dripping on my skin, and I wasn’t even the target for it! “Master! Master! That’s what I meant…. Please, forgive me!” she wailed, falling painfully to her knees. Too late, her words had convicted her, again. She was thinking as his wife. He was her Master, she his girl, a submissive. The two paths were not to cross today. She messed up badly because in all the years I’d been with them I’d never. " Your father never took that picture honey, he doesn't know it exists and I had forgotten about it too." Dad didn't take it? Then who... ?" Mom looked up at me for a second and took another sip of her wine."Look honey; let's go into the living room and talk."She poured the remainder of the bottle of wine into her glass and walked out to the living room and plopped down onto the couch. She patted the couch next to her, inviting me to sit down. I sat there wondering what was going on here. There.