. We were just passing the dish towel display when ducked behind a nearby aisle. I didn't bother to watch your progress. Instead, I turned and retreated back to the utensils, planning to head to the store front and through the exit to freedom.I guess you had other plans, for I as I turned to head down the main aisle, there you stood, just noticeable in the next aisle over. I froze in place -- startled at your sudden appearance. You were frowning, even your brows were knitted in thought, and... Was that anger I saw in your face? Impatience?You were holding the dog collar with one hand and slapping it into the open palm of the other. "Do you own a dog?" You asked.Your question seemed odd, considering we'd first met in the pet department. I nodded."Have you ever been curious about it's collar? How it'd feel around your own neck?" I looked from the leather collar back to your face. I shook my head -- no.Taking a step closer to me, you ask me to speak up. "No, Sir." I respond, quietly. "I. All during that time of our marriage, I alwayswondered somewhat about how wet Donna always seemed to bewhen we made love. I knew of course that might have beennothing but her juices. She had always been that way, whenwe made love, but her pubic hair would so often be lacedwith beads of whitish cream, her inner thighs would beshiny wet, and crusted looking. And her panties she wouldwear back from seeing one of her friends would look crustedor wet sticky feeling with dampness that not only smelledlike her juices, but they had the same aroma that I hadalways noticed with my come.One night when I came home from school, Donna’s cousin, wasactually in bed with her. The bedroom door was not closed,and when I entered, I saw him scramble out of our bed,totally naked, grab his under shorts and clothes off thefloor, get hurriedly dressed, and rapidly exit our placewithout looking me in the eye.Donna was lying there peacefully sleeping, and when Icrawled in bed with her, I immediately felt.
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