“Thank you, you arrived in just the nick of time,” we both told them, and would have given them another kiss, but our dad intervened.“Park your ...rucks in the yard and come inside, it will be easier to talk there,” he told the guys, as our family started back to the house. The guys started their trucks, and Chris and I showed them where to park. They were going to leave their guns and other things in the trucks, but we pointed out their error.“Bring your stuff into the house, you can stay here. Without breaking the best kiss of your life, you released your rock-hard cock and scooped her up, spreading her legs wide and hooking one over over each arm. She wrapped her arms around your neck for support as her glistening pussy lips beckoned you without restriction. You broke the kiss and stared deeply into her eyes, releasing a guttural moan as you buried yourself to the hilt inside her. She screamed as she instantly exploded into a huge orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over her as her. I rub myself against it while I take off your blindfold. I open my make up bag and begin painting your eyes and cheeks. "What a pretty, little, prissy ass Slut I have. Stupid cunt, likes wearing make up." I grab your hair, stand and pull you to the bedroom, making you crawl as I walk. I make you kneel in front of the floor length mirror and look at yourself as I go to the closet. I choose a skirt and a tank top. I make you dress in them. I get my strap on and bring it to you, so that you can. But, then she did it again. And again. And again.It stopped being funny the second time.My son came to me one day and said something very mature. He said, “Dad if you want to divorce Mom, I get it. She’s crazy. She treats you really badly. I won’t blame you if you do, but if you do, can I live with you?”To be honest, I never considered divorce. I think a part of her was trying to push me to divorce her. She was deliberately sabotaging our relationship, pushing me as far as she could possibly.