I wanted to fuck her in my room, it was her that wanted to go for a goddamn ride to some place that she knew. So, be mad at her, not me." Walter, she'... dead, I can't be mad at her. She wasn't driving drunk, you were. Don't you think killing her was punishment enough for her already?" I didn't kill her, she was in an accident, and she died. Don't go around saying that I killed her."I had had enough of that asshole. Christ! It isn't like we were having a difference of opinion about correct. "I was concentrating on not breathing and noticed that your wound wasn't bleeding as much. I took my hands away and the torn flesh I'd been holding together was half-healed." My stomach turned as she described what had been done to me, though the excited look in her eyes and the speed with which she spoke made it hard to concentrate on anything but her words."What are you saying?" I asked, not making the connection."Our blood can heal," Marcus' voice, the calm voice I'd heard before, proceeded. I grumbled a bit, but gave her peck on the cheek and told her to have fun.The evening was spent cooking dinner and getting our daughter to sleep. She finally zonked out around eight o’clock and I had the quiet house to myself. I threw a football game on the television and eased back into my recliner for a quiet night. My phone rang sometime during the first quarter. I looked down and saw that it was my wife and answered it hoping everything was okay.She sounded a little tipsy, but far from. She slowly let her hair down and took her dress off. This was a day she didn't wear her bra. She sat ontop of me, only wearing her lacy undies, and her cute bootie socks. I could almost feel her dripping through her underpants, I felt myself blush a little. I never seen her in the bare in person before, it took me a moment to take in all her perfection and beauty.I started to take off my choker colar, it had spikes and I didn't want to her hurt her. She placed her hands on mine and pushed them.