She was my drug and I just had to have that next fix.So here I was, lying next my passed-out slave of a wife, that exhausted ball of filth, covered in...flaky streaks of cum, blackening bruises, scaby bitemarks and swollen welts. How she kept getting off of that was beyond me. No matter how hard I kept pushing her I can’t seem to find her limit and I knew I had to if I wanted her to stay. I had to keep this going but I was fast running out of ideas. This wasn’t even the first gangbang this week.. Yet she fought and struggled, thinking she should find a more constructive way to yield to the temptation and first ask Stacy for a drink. She could talk with her and discover the woman's goals and ambitions and then she could wish her a good night and go home and pleasure herself in a hot bath. Perhaps she would work her seductive magic on her husband and embrace his erection and take his cock in her mouth then place it between her legs and have him fuck her. That would take care of her needs.. “Damn, woman, you’re not kidding around here, are you?” I reacted as I rammed Emily harder on each stroke, even pulling her lovely brown hair.“Never ... I’m ... your ... slut ... forever! Always ... fucking ... yours!” Emily insisted with her breathless words making her sincerity quite clear.“Attagirl!” I slapped her tush a bit as I bottomed out inside her slippery snatch, the juices clearly still flowing from earlier.“Oh ... yessss!” Emily proved to me that she lived for my praise, whatever. ." No! Not you, silly-- Michael." Wendy looked at me with a smirk, and turned back to face Michael. Her face was literally a couple of inches away from his as she looked up to him longingly, "What did you think, Michael?"I was completely shocked that she called him "hon." But I figured it was probably just a simple faux paus, like calling a friend by another friend's name.Michael answered, "Not too bad. I'd have to say that love scene was hot."What "love" scene, I thought. I must have missed it.