She was the first woman of real beauty who seemed to bemy soul mate. I readily accepted the terms of our relationship asdictated by her: she had her s...exual freedom and I didn't. I made themistake of bridling against them which is what ultimately cost me mymanhood. But giving that up and letting my feminine side grow actuallystrengthened our marriage. I didn't mind that she had lovers come overand fuck her while I was in the kitchen cleaning and I even made themcoffee or tea when they were. Without thinking, Gail, who was closest to it, picked it up. ‘He…hello?’ she stammered. ‘Gail?’ Greg said. ‘I wondered where you and Joanne got to. Look…’ ‘Greg, two men are trying to break in here!’ Gail sobbed. ‘I…I think they want to rape us! They’re drunk! They’re…’ She was interrupted by a loud crash and the sound of splintering wood. Bruno, tired of waiting, had kicked the door in. ‘Come on, bitch, we know you’re in here,’ he grumbled, moving into the house. ‘It’s party time.’ ‘Greg,. I remember thinking it felt good, and I remember Francis saying that we should make love one last time before he flew out of my life. I just about remember saying ‘no’, that I didn’t want this. But then the rest of the next few hours is a blur to me.Virtually the last memory I have is getting up to go and Francis pulling me in for a kiss. I’m sure many people trying to give up smoking will tell you similar, they pick a cigarette out of habit because it feels comfortable, safe, familiar. Yet. She continued to remove her dress while being fondled from behind.She dropped the dress on the bed and turned over her shoulder and said with a smirk “Oh, I thought that might be you”. Her husband chuckled and made a remark about her having fifty-fifty odds of guessing correctly. The couple kissed a few times before her husband slipped on a pair of workout shorts and shirt and left the room.She could hear the men opening beers in the kitchen and tossing around the typical manly sports banter..