“I don’t want some jealous husband trying to kill me.”“Ron is a pussycat,” answered Emily. “He would probably offer you a beer and apologi...e to me for driving me into your arms.”“That sounds like a wimp to me,” offered Jeff. “My wife would have my balls!”“And I would have Ron’s if he ever cheated on me. Fear keeps you men in line.” Then Emily added, “most of the time. You don’t seem to be too frightened of your wife.”“Believe me, I would be in deep shit,” Jeff responded. “I would be lucky to. I did go to bed. But sleep couldn't come. Usually when I had enough to drink, I can lay down and drift off in a matter of minutes. But tonight, while in that peaceful booze haze, my mind wouldn't stop. Instead a series of images kept flashing before my mind's eye. The bottle. Its graceful slope and smoothness. Red. The look and smile she gave me. An expectant and knowing look. Lastly, the bottle and Red. Together. In bed. In her cunt. Her body sweaty and taunt as she fucked herself. My hands. The house was dirty, the bed not made. She did nothing during the day. I was busy, working 10 or more hours a day, and then coming home and servicing her like a rented stud, and still had to be the one to fix a meal or take her out to eat. I was tired, and I told her that."Well, she didn't like it one bit, accused me of being cruel, of not loving her, that type of thing. And I would end up apologizing to her, trying to be the peacemaker. The only thing that was great about our marriage was the. Julie and Tina grabbed each others tits and began to pull and squeeze each others firm tits as they twisted their nipples. Bob had Sue up doggy style and Cathy was guiding her husband's stiff prick up his daughters hot cunt, rubbing Bob's swollen cock head into Sue's slippery sperm soaked pussy lips. Bob lunged forward and forced his cock up his daughter's pussy making her moan and beg for more as Cathy moved around in front of Sue pulling her head to her cunt and pressing Sue's mouth to her.