The Epilogue

What happened that night truly did change your life forever. Michelle treated her companions to round after round of raunchy kisses before quickly waving them goodbye, lest another ‘symphony’ began. She was still caked in sperm, her pussy and arsehole still dripping cum, before she addressed the obnoxious elephant in the room with you.

Your submission to her providers proved to be something of a spiritual awakening. You couldn’t deny the pleasure you felt as Michelle worked each cock. You had realised, at some point while silently observing, that you couldn’t bear to see Michelle in another light. You needed to see her inner slut, or your poor aching heart would break truly. Michelle had come to a similar understanding. She could vividly recall the sensations she felt as she dismissed you wholly, and knew instantly that it would change your relationship.

Of course you still loved each other. It was your great, unbearable love that formed the foundations of your new connection. Yet you shared the knowledge that life could not continue uninterrupted. The core tenant of your newfound love demanded change, across all fabrics of your lives. So, you met each strand of change together, equal in mind and soul. Yet forevermore separate in body.

Practically, your work hardly changed at all. There was no intense shift in team dynamics, no eruption of the status quo. Infact, the change you had proposed was totally reversed, a complete 180. No alterations were made to the team’s schedule, and life at the office continued from 8am-4pm.

At home, the change was felt instantaneously. Your morning quickies with Michelle were dropped altogether. And there was no nightly quickie either. You and Michelle were unified that you were totally underserving of her perfect body. So you contented your stirring manhood whilst observing Michelle treating herself to her treatment each and every night, in the same positions you had adopted on that fateful night.

Life progressed, and you weathered the same troubles with Michelle as always. Minor differences began to slip your notice. Your pet names changed subtly, to “Goddess” and “Sweetie”. Michelle’s coddling nature grew, evidenced not just by her new pet name for you, but also by her motherly assessment of you each night, making sure you had a “special time” as cum dribbled down her inner thighs. You learnt from a client that the relationship you had formed was comparable to cuckoldry. But irregardless, the love shared between you lasted for as long as you lived, and each day you relived the intense cacophony of that fateful night.