Sometimes he would fuck me and while he was, Donna would play with my cock.Over the course of the next several months, she fucked a number of differen... men. We also met with a few couples and she got to watch me fucking other women. Also, she had a co-worker who was in the process of getting divorced and had confessed to Donna one evening at how horny she was but that she was afraid to go out with other men for fear her soon to be ex would use that against her in the divorce proceedings. So. ." What? I have nothing to hide from you, you are my husband and I want younot to hide anything from me either" I love you. you know I do" I love you too, honey" I want you to confess now. I want you to tell me, in your own words, allabout other men you have been with. I promise I will not be angry..."I wasn't finished my sentence yet, when I felt a burning slap on my face."How dare you talk to me like that?" she said. "what kind of husband are youto treat your wife as a prostitute?"I felt the. I had general knowledge of the order of winning hands but I also knew it depended on the hands I was dealt. We all took our seats, another joint was lit and we cut the deck to see who would deal first. I had the high card.Looking around the table at the four boys I surmised they probably had a pair of shorts on under their sweat pants but only a sports pull over and high tops, thus leaving them pretty vulnerable to losing it all and quickly. So this would be a game of attrition. My pussy still. .. seriously. Not half bad ... and it seemed to ring my chimes. The second slice of the pickle ... the sourness ... better than sweet-tarts. Another draft. More cheese.Understand ... we were buying our own drinks ... no expectations. None of us were sponging drinks. Teenagers drinking legal ... we had driven up 14 in the Dodge. BEFORE the storm. Stuck up here until the Troopers opened the road. Shit happens.Anyway, after the second pickle and the fourth beer, a male voice said, “Barkeep! Gimmie.