So there it is; this was all my fault. I was the one that said she could go wild, and from those pictures, Taylah has done exactly what I told her she...could do. I grabbed the bottle of scotch out of the cupboard and poured a large glass, and threw it back, trying to drown out my sorrow. I had just poured another one when my phone chimed again.I retrieved my phone from the settee and opened it. I dropped the glass of whiskey to the floor. Taylah was laid back on a bed, her legs spread open, her. They told the whole neighborhood that I was getting a divorce before I had even been served the papers.They were not happy when Samantha’s elderly grandmother left the house to her. After all she was an ex drug addict, an ex stripper, and an ex hooker. In their minds she was ‘poor white trash,’ just something that had crawled up out of the gutter.Little did know what really took place behind closed doors. My wife was frigid and absolutely hated sex in any form. If she was drunk as a skunk she. After a couple minutes of this, she came back up and started sucking my dick again, her hands on my butt, squeezing my ass and thumbing my hole.I started breathing hard, thrusting my cock in her mouth as I got closer to cumming. She stopped right before I came and pulled me up, planting a tongue kiss on my mouth. I kissed her back and she growled a little, smiling. I felt her hard cock pressing up against me through her skirt. I rubbed it through her clothes and she pressed harder, purring in. Not.....my....daddy." I panted. Feeling him ram his cock in deep. He pulled back and forced his cock in even deeper and again I felt Jeff's mouth on my nipples, gently rolling his tongue around them, then pulling on them with his teeth as he squeezed and massaged with his fingers. He began moving his down my body. Tickling me with his tongue as he went. Rob lifted my ass off the couch as Jeff's tongue moved further and further down, over my stomach and my abdomen and I soon felt his tongue on.