He smiled ruefully that he had been invited to join that same coven. He wasn’t interested in that ‘crap’ he called it.It was when he got out of ...is car he knew something was wrong. His three dogs were not barking at his arrival, nor rushing out to greet him.He instinctively went for his gun in the pocket of his pants and was startled by a warning voice behind him.“Don’t. Raise both hands high above your head.”To register the point more, Dave felt the barrel of a gun press hard into his back. He. This story is, as all others, real encounters of the times I shared my hot sexy ex wife with other married men, they were the best as they more or less done stuff with my wife that theirs probably weren't into or permitted such as, taking a load of cum in the face to mention just one activity that most men love to do especially to another mans wife. Enter our last friend Nigel, on every meet he purposely blew his first orgasm into my wife's face much to my viewing pleasure and his release of. This violent move left her motion less as she understood that this oldie means business. I moved her gown up and in a fit of rage tore her panty off.Her cunt lay exposed to my manly intentions. Now it was my turn. “Now I’ll spit on your cunt”, I yelled and I spat on it. This brought her to submission. I licked her cunt till it was all wet with love juices. Without a warning I thrust my tool in her tight pussy.She cried in low pitch and this was music to my ears. I had punished her. I held her. Ifen he ain't on this side of town, then he must of headed in the direction of Whoretown, what some people have started callin' Horton ta keep from embarrassing the ladies." I'm much obliged, Jack. Ya done saved me a passel of trouble chasin' down all that information. I'll head for Whoretown soon's I git my hoss's shoe fixed."They arrived in Chance late that afternoon, and Jane stood for a couple of beers while her horse's shoe was being fixed to pay Jack back for the ride and the information..