Guys message me with "Hey".....Of course, I deleted the guys who didn't make an effort.I did have one response that stood out. The guy didn't have a p...hoto on his profile but he sent a nice message. Lets call him Tony. Tony, complimented me on my speedos, said he loves a guy in speedos. Tony is thirty-nine years old, married (to a woman), likes playing with guys on the side. He sent me through a photo of him at the beach, wearing dork shorts unfortunately, with his wife and he had blurred her. She answered the usual questions with regards to whether she had packed her bags herself, before entrusting the larger of her bags to a man in uniform, who presented her with a receipt. No comment was made about her appearance, once again.Could she do this? It was almost scary how simple it was to just continue on with the facade. No comments about her appearance, no offers of help, just the assumption that she knew where she was going and what she was doing. She wound her way through the. I hadn't seen her in many months and had not had her in my home--it used to be our home--since we separated. Then she pays me a surprise visit and twenty minutes after she shows, we're romping on the couch. What's that tell you? Hell if I knew, but there we were. She had seduced me by taunting me and scornfully confirming her infidelity. I had been enraged and humiliated and fiercely turned on all at once. I was tongue-fucking her like never before when all of a sudden--I don't know--I sort of. He knew, even with the slightest glance, what the second way would be.I used my heel to nudge him, standing over him as he cowered. "You're going to take it either on your knees, shoulders to the ground and ass in the air, or you're going to take it on your back with your legs up. I'll be kind enough to give you that small choice."The decision, of course, only tortured him more. He had no idea which would be worse. He knew it would be painful and degrading no matter how the cock ended up in his.