I could tell she was a maid by the apron she wore. It was her only article of clothing. I’d have stopped to admire her, full firm tits and delicious...y tiny waist except I was shocked. What kind of a party had my wife brought me to? But the real shock came when we joined the other guests. A couple was fucking in a chair in the corner, the woman sitting on the guy’s lap and bouncing her pussy on his cock. While I was taking in the sight, a man began to unbutton Linda’s dress. She shrugged it. From her expression and the tone of her request, I thought my wife wanted sex different than our typical. I got up and pushed her down on the bed on her hands and knees, got behind her and rammed my cock inside her. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!" I'd never heard Michelle talk like that. She was almost crying as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy. She was pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts as frantically as I was driving into her. What came next shocked me to my core.. My wife was flying in a couple of days later since she had to work on a project before joining me, so I had had enough of driving by the time I pulled into the welcome center and collected my key.I only lugged my bag into the single bedroom unit and immediately fished out the swimsuit. As I had requested, the refrigerator was well stocked with booze so I grabbed a couple of beers and the bottle of whiskey, a glass and headed down to the hot tub. It was 10:15 and most of the units had lights. It seemed hopeless.She could make no sense of it all.Marcia was reminded of a particularly difficult stretch towards the endof her marriage with Claire. Everything they said to each other seemedto spark a violent altercation. Even things said just in an attempt tomake conversation, things that had nothing to do with their doomedrelationship. Politics, the quality of the orange juice, events from thenight before, the weather...they could agree on nothing. It was as ifthey were living in two.