It was what her husband said he wanted. She wasn’t sure. But she finally agreed. Now, her eyes locked on him, unable to speak, only feel, she tried to show him how glad she was that she’d relented. Things would be different now. She knew that. But did he? Did he know he’d never go inside of her again? Had that reality struck home? Perhaps not. But she knew. He’d be her sissy husband from now on. She’d be his brother’s submissive slut. Would they all live happily ever after?