She had refused outright, not that she didn't think that their sex life needed help, but at the time, she wouldn't even talk about what he wanted to d..., let alone do it. First, he wanted to try swinging; next it was a threesome with another woman, and when she had laughed at that he'd said ok, then how about with another man. Lately, he had been suggesting that she have sex with another man while he watched. She couldn't seem to convey to him the idea that she was not some fucking slut willing. B&hellip,b&hellip,b&hellip,but I dont&hellip,what? she stammered, blood coming from her mouth and nose and pooling on the cold concrete beside her face. In the vision in the goggles shed been wearing a black skirt. A black sweater. White lace panties. I looked to the ruins of her white shirt around her elbows and to the crumpled pile that was the rest of her clothes, grey skirt, black panties. Not black. My hands started to shake and my knees were weak as I stood slowly and looked around at her. He read it over twice before he fully caught on. The arrangements she was offering, considering her finances and his, were fair, ruthlessly so. He recalled he’d married Jessie the sweet though sometimes irritable girl. He’d shared the joys of young children and the over-achieving college and law school student. He shared a loving but somewhat troubled life with Jessie the upwardly mobile relentlessly ambitious lawyer. The proposals she made were those of an angry tigress, a bloodthirsty. She couldn’t see what was happening; but Luke’s body began to spasm, and she could feel a pulsing sensation in his cock as Luke’s pent-up load of cum was released. Reaching around to feel her fingertips tucked underneath his balls, she could feel the pumping sensation at the base of his cock. Luke kept urging her not to stop; she saw streams of cum flying out into the desert air as her hands kept on stroking. Soon, she felt the sticky warm liquid pouring across her fingers, the last of Luke’s.