But missed the part where she went full time pro.It isn't pretty. She got addicted to d**gs while I was deployed in the military. I refused to pay f...r her d**gs. So she started going over the the bikers that got he hooked and would fuck enough of them to get what she needed. Later she realized that wasn't the best way to do it. So she took to the street. She was able to make a go of it, for a couple reasons. First the bikers ran crime in our town, so she as long as she was buying her. My bodytensed and all I was for that moment in time was onebig fuckin’ cock plowing into my wife’s well lubedpussy. I felt my pent up load building and suddenly I washaving one of the best orgasms of my life. It seemedlike I was squirting gallons of cum into her beautifulpussy which just kept on milking me for more cum. Icame so hard that I literally saw stars. As I came tomy senses, I saw that Karen was still staring at mewith lust in her eyes and grinning from ear to ear. Iwas. It was nearly a half hour ‘till the next shift change took place and number 3 went to the crease, number 2 just had to tell me what a fine piece of ass my wife was and how much she was enjoying her afternoon in bed, Dean had drifted off somewhere, I was feeling sick now and hoped Dean was not passing the word along, I was still drinking beers, as what else could I do and wishing it was all over, I was really worried about Jenny by the time number 3 returned but he put my mind at rest when he. It was a foolish thought, when Monday did arrive, I was no less forlorn at the office than I had been at home. My depression mounted as the minutes crawled by, as if time itself sought to prolong my misery. Tuesday was no different. By Wednesday, I had given up pretending I could handle this alone, and sought refuge in the supreme ruler of all anti-depressants, chocolate ice cream. I found a sale, picked up three half-gallons, and determined to eat my way out of my despair in spite of a paunch.