You fuck with impunity, as any livestock does naturally, except you are completely safe to do. No worries.” “Okay, and you know as always I trust ...ou guys without fail.”Somehow I was still worried.I returned to my wife. She was lying there on that swivel chair with her legs spread out in the water and guys were checking her out. I was very surprised she’d not moved to find her clothes. She was so relaxed. It didn’t bother her to have strangers touching close and was a complete departure from. I walked into the lounge room. There was two empty wine bottles on the table and she was holding a third already open. The phone was lying on the floor which is why it wasn’t answering. I picked it up and put it back on the table. “Have a drink with me darling” she said “celebrate with me because that cheating arsehole is gone”I found the whole thing rather humorous. She was working as a prostitute on Friday nights and HE was the cheat? I didn’t say anything. I certainly didn’t tell her about. FUCK YEAH!” As I licked and licked my recovery increased to thepoint where I was not so much in pain, but simplyoverwhelmed by emotions. I realized that I wasincredibly turned on by this treatment. Being dominatedby this psychotic bitch-vixen was something out of mydreams, or nightmares. Julia roughly extracted my headfrom her ass, threw me down on my back, grabbed myboxer shorts and ripped them off. She noticed my hugehard-on. “Oooh, looks like you’ve got a little problem. "I didn't think I did, but this simply doesn't taste like any other wine I've ever had. This is so much better. I just love it."Betsy poured for both of us, filling each glass equally, tipping the bottle until the last drops trickled out. "There's one dead indian." She reported, dropping the bottle back into the cooler, giggling. She looked relaxed and a bit flushed now, like she might have just the slightest beginnings of a high as well.The pizza arrived. We paused the VCR while Betsy put it.