"Okay, Pete, let's hear this dream."Pete told it pretty much like it was. He did give himself more credit for being in charge and more macho than he w...as. He carried on about how Mary begged him for more. When he told me about having Marco suck me off, I kind of cringed. He told me he was sorry but that's what he dreamt. He couldn't get over how real it felt. I laughed when he told me he would like to have her again."Pete, it's a fucking dream. Have her anytime you want. Hell, you can fuck. Hurrying down towards home, she came to the wooded short cut that she'd always avoided because of the little scrotes that hung around in it sometimes, but today was an emergency and she decided to go that way. She hurried through and could see the clearing that led to the road when the space in front of her was filled with three shapes. It was three young black guys, all around 18 and muscular in build. Marie's heart began to race in panic, but she kept her head down and kept walking,. I was smitten by her simplicity and knowing that she would stay with us excited me further.“Bhaiya, have it while it’s still warm”, she pointed to the food as I was lost in admiration of her cleavage. Her redolence spiked my pheromones and intrigued me to rip her salwar off and dig my nose in her butt. Instead, with a formal smile of approval, I started having my food. “Done with your lunch?”, I enquired.“Nahi abhi toh bohot kaam baaki hai”. I insisted her to eat first, with me. Hungry, she. This then was to me a permanent reminder, possibly of what I had lost, but also a stunning reminder also of the fun I once had with her, before the bitch took up with another, more wealthy bondage enthusiast we had met a local munch.‘Very nice, this is you’re ex wife I take it’ remarked Al after using the Stateroom heads. I nodded, It bothered me not in the slightest that Al had seen my ex wife bound, gagged and naked for in truth, although no longer my ‘property’ as I had once seen her, In.