She shied away from completing the thought; it was too threatening... to her... to her marriage!Sighing disconsolately, she looked at the two prime st...aks she was marinating and had planned to serve for dinner that evening. There was nothing to do but put them back in the refrigerator to cook for the next day. Since she'd be eating alone, again, something simple was in order, so back into the fridge went the steaks.... Of course, she had known, when she married Jay Ballard, that his work, as a. I began to nod wildly, indicating to Mike he should just find out. Again he laughed."let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? Don't worry, you'll be getting more cock than you will be able to handle, I can promise you that."That statement drove a deep fear into me. Once before he had fucked me until I was reduced to a mumbling pile of pure misery by an absurd sequence of multiple orgasms. But that time he was trying to give me pleasure, and he stopped right before I couldn't take any more.. She just sipped her drink and carried on conversation at the table like everything was normal, but her face gave her away to me. By now my hand was very close to her wet pussy. I could feel the heat. I was hoping Jeff’s hand was close too. My plan was to move our hand’s up and down her thigh for about 10 minutes. Then, we were to move our hands as close to her wet pussy as possible, without touching it. I could tell it was working, because occasionally, my wife’s eyes would close momentarily.. ‘You should have listened to your mother.’ At that, her eyes widened.‘How did you – ?’ He silenced her with one filthy, ragged claw that dragged over her cheek. Blood welled up, slick and red, and his tongue lolled out of his panting, grinning mouth. Red whimpered.‘You heard the stories, didn’t you? Heard the warnings? Don’t go into the woods, my children – the Big Bad Wolf will gobble you up.’ He threw back his head and laughed, short, harsh barks that rent the chill ambience of the.