It was just another indicator to them that something was wrong.Instead of going straight home I drove farther out of town to one of my favorite spots ...long the river. I parked, grabbed my replenished bottle of water, and moved to the river bank. I sat under an old sycamore tree watching the water flow by while I thought about the mess my marriage was in. I was still homicidally angry. I wanted, I NEEDED revenge. I would have it but I intended to be sure I got it safely.I spent almost an hour. She wheezes, puts her feet down to relieve the pressure, only to find the current. It stabs at her toes, her calves trembling to carry her weight, her knees growing week. Again she lifts them, her tits lifting and falling on the rope like a fishing bob on the water. ?Now we’re talking,? one of the men says. ?Yeah! How does it fell, bitch!? snaps another. ?Your tits throbbing yet??Lillian drops a foot, jerks it up and sets the other down. PLEEEEEEEESE! The cycle continues and her cries are. She said, "He's so big! Ooh! Fill me with that cock! Pump it in my pussy!"I pointed at another guy and said, "Get in her ass."Carol looked at me and had a scared look in her eyes but she leaned forward as the guy in her pussy pulled her by her breasts down onto his chest. The other guy moved behind her and pushed a finger into her asshole. It went in easily. Then he added a second finger and quickly a third. Carol was grunting with his prodding but showed no signs of wanting anything to stop.. I married her for two main reasons. She had 48 DD’s and loved to show them off. It didn’t occur to me how much she loved to show them off and how much she was will to do with them. She never took our vows serious. I refused not be a cuckold man. When checks started bouncing and I discovered her large drug stash, a quick divorce was the next step. Then, I lost my full-time job due to down sizing and my part-time job was interfering with being a single father. I risked everything, loaded the car.