Realizing he couldn’t divorce her lest he lose custody of his daughter and the rather hefty inheritance from his father-in-law was even worse. But l...ving with doubt over her worth as a wife and as a woman was an unbearable prospect for him. So, in his mind, the rule had always been that she either was a good wife or a bad wife, and thus he could act accordingly. He could handle satisfying his needs outside the marriage if he was married to a pathetic, sad, angry shell of woman rather than a. He took care of his own clothes too and pushed me towards the bedroom and threw me on the bed. He had a buttplug which he lubed up, he put me on my back and slowly inserted a finger in and played around a little. Then he inserted the buttplug and told me this is to prepare my virgin ass. He then ordered me to go on my knees and blow him even more which I obliged. We then went onto the bed and did 69 with him sucking my duck and playing with the plug. At some point he was fucking me with the. And people came and gawked like squalid zombies from scuttle dry crypts at the walker that ripped at the lone tree, to get at the lone coon, in the lone town. At noon. The circus was a good time, and the whole ball team got to go for free. And I was on the ball team, though I wasn’t much good at it, and so I got to see the sexy young trapeze girls in their tight little outfits with new plump titties just bulging and gaudy blue eye makeup and I recall all the old drunks crowding into the main. I just replied, “Yes it is.” It was a rare weekend - no charters scheduled on Saturday - so the fellas could head in and open the shop. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the two of them getting reading, banging about the kitchen making coffee, and eventually leaving. An early fall day, I just bummed around the house, doing laundry and trying to figure out how not to keep replaying last night in my head. It was nearly impossible. Since I moved back, I hadn’t dated, hadn’t done.