My wife’s voice comes clearly out of the darkness, “You fucked her, didn’t you?”“Wha … what … who?”“You fucked Gwen, didn’t you?�...I am silent while I try to figure out what to say and how to get out of this. Then I start to say. “No, I ………”She interrupts me and says, “Don’t lie to me, Jim. You were gone far too long to have just driven her home. And furthermore, I can smell her pussy on you.” There is no slurring of her words and no signs of her being drunk like she was before. I can’t believe. Vicky ripped her panties off her asshole and spat on it.“Listen, tramp, we are in charge here. So how much cock has this dirty asshole taken.” “Not a lot, just one, a few times.” “I'll overlook you daring to speak to me since you have managed to save this little fuckhole from as much debauchery as your filthy slut mouth has experienced.” With that, she started fingering her pulsing asshole with her left hand, while still gripping her by her vaginal wall and clit like a small vice. “Oh. She completely took her dress off and placed it near the fire. She also sat near the fire to stay warm. In front of the fire place there was a big brown carpet that appeared to be wolf skin. As she laid down she could feel the heat of fire on her skin. It felt so good feeling warm and dry. The wood fire was at its peak and it was getting very hot. She could feel it burn her nipples. She moved back a little and it was perfect. The heat made her feel sleepy and after walking for almost 12 hours. We were standing at the bar and struck up a conversation with a black gentleman named Ed . My wife invited Ed to dance to some nice slow enticing music that was playing and their nearness made me as horny as I had ever been. Their anxiety was no less evident! This quickly led to Ed’s hands finding themselves placed firmly against my wife’s bottom as he pulled her tightly into his groin! There was no resistance by my wife as her hands found their way around his bottom and eventually to his.