We could talk about that, or we could make love. If you’d rather talk, then I can get out my lifesize reproduction of your pitiful little penis. Is ...hat what you want? No? Well then stop talking about another woman and show me how much you missed me, Bobby!”“Pitiful little penis?” I feigned shock. “Where did that come from?”“While you were off finding a girlfriend I had a chance to see a few others,” she said, slowly jacking my prick. “Would you like me to describe them?”I realized that, while. How can anyone think it is sexy to be fucked in the bum? Well I certainly didn’t think so. I spent a week sad and depressed. Crying myself to sleep each night. By Saturday morning I was as low as you can go. I crawled out of bed and looked in the mirror. What a frightening sight. Then I thought of my ex. Probably smiling and on the look out for his next target. I took a deep breath and thought “Damn it girl, get over it”.I jumped into the shower, washed my hair and shaved “down there”. I stood. So the drinking went on into the early evening with sally playing catch up . We were very loud and were told to keep it down many times. I think it was around 7 o’clock I had to go to the room for some thing, I didn’t make it back. I fell asleep on the bed , very drunk.Later that evening I awoke to find that I was on my own, the clock said 11.30. Where the hell was my wife? I got a drink of water and went out on to the balcony . The city was still going string but then I heard a noise coming. My hands on her hips urged her body faster in movement. She couldn't stand it anymore...she's going to cum soon. The swelling of my cock intimately stretches her sensitive hole, making the orgasm to come quicker.I grunted and thrust my cock hard into her pussy, our bodies slapping together. The waves of orgasm swept over our senses, driving us harder to reach the pinnacle. We moved faster and faster as the climax finally hits...our breathing stops, the colours before our eyes swirling brightly,.