“Stop it, Derek!” Lisa shouted. “Leave him alone!”“You can’t be serious!” he yelled back like a petulant child. “Look what he did to...my fucking face!”She then turned to me and with a sorrowful face mouthed the words I’m sorry. Her eyes which always came off bright and radiant were now dim and dark. Lisa asked if we could go outside and talk.She can’t be serious. Can she?Hatred is a strong word I never use. I didn’t even feel that way toward Joe and Kimmie after that horrible summer night.. "I'm beginning to feel a bit peckish," he said."Feed on me," she whispered."Theresa darling, I have done: your body, your smell, your juices and your love but we both need to eat something as well." He chuckled and said, "And don't say eat me."She giggled. "All right, my darling love. Have you got some ambrosia in the fridge?"He pulled her to him again. "You are Heaven," he said, "and irresistible. Come on. Food." Music?" she teased him. "That's supposed to be the food of love." Theresa," he. I couldn't move. There was my wife on the love seat perched atop of black guy with his hands wrapped around her ass cheeks as she rode him. Sitting adjacent to them on the couch were two more black guys. One of them was rolling a marijuana cigar on my coffee table and the other was using his cell phone to record what was taking place between his friend and my wife. She was obviously a willing participant by the way she was moaning and screaming as she approached climax. I had arrived just in. I thought she had suffered some horrible injury, as I saw her red, moist hole. I asked Charles why had she hurt herself, and he came to look, and began to laugh, really laugh. I didn't know what to make of his reaction to my innocent inquiry. After some time, he got himself back under control and explained to me that's how all women looks down there, and showed me another one over in the magazine. He also explained how guys put their penis inside their hole and feel good. Oh. I never knew that..