I don’t mind a drink, but after I’ve had a couple, I don’t tend to want anymore. If I kept drinking, I also have a terrible habit of offending p...ople, as I tend to not pull my punches if they tell me crap that’s not true. Some guys find this side of me a turn-off and others get a laugh at least. Most women find that a few home truths are not pleasant to hear, so I do have a habit of upsetting them the most. As you can guess, that’s how I got into trouble. The girls kept topping up my drink.We’d. “Tell me you’re a nasty cunt whore, Bitch.” The harder he slapped, the louder he screamed for me to say it. He was fully inside my ass as I finally started saying what he wanted.“Yes, I’m a nasty whore. I love fucking for money and I will do anything you want. Fuck my nasty whore ass. Please cum inside my nasty ass. I love being a whore. Fuck me.” Like the other man, this got him off and he quickly came inside my ass while still slapping me. After I cleaned his cock with my tongue, they dressed. My eyes were closed and the sensation of my wifes finger probing my rectum sent me into a sensual downward spiral And, shes sexy, too, isnt she! She mumured, while now positioning herself between my legs. I spread my legs wider knowing what was coming—wed been down this road beforeShe now inserted her middle fuck finger on her left hand entirely up my assfuckin knuckle deepwhile her right hand jerked my cock. In this position, she could also take long slobbery licks all over my dick. I loved. What an embarrassment if Beckey had noticed. Unknownst to myself, she noticed everything. The fish was hooked and it was now a matter of reeling it in, slow and steady. "Ben," she put her arm around me, enveloping me in her moist warmth, "I’m going to have a shower if that is ok?”. All I could muster was a mumble. I could hear Beckey singing in the shower as I walked by the bathroom door. The clothes she wore were thrown on the ground on the landing. I couldn’t leave an opportunity.