Without looking, I reached for my cup and tried to take a swig. I tilted that cup almost upright before I looked at it, just to see that it was empty....Now, just because I can't sleep at times, doesn't mean I don't get tired; because I do, it just makes me lazy. Almost too lazy to re-up. It was only a matter of time before I needed something to drink because, as most teenage boys do, I was watching some soft porn, and as it got to the good stuff, I began to breath heavily, which caused my mouth. .." replied my wife, equally stupidly!Strangely, at this point, my mind became as lucid as it has ever been. The choices that presented themselves seemed suddenly very clear and obvious: either I could storm out of the room and end our ten year marriage forever, or stay and try to rationalize the situation. I should have been enraged, disgusted by my wife's behaviour, but all I could feel at that time was lust! Looking at Mary's open and very wet pussy, with her juices glistening on her puffy. His hair was long and shiny, and reached has lower back, even clipped. His tail twitched in an agitated motion, the only sign of any impatience, and his buff arms were crossed over a well-defined chest and stomach. He had a six-pack, with sex lines that led down to the small crest between his legs. His face was manly, and rugged. He had no facial hair to decorate his jaw, which squared enticingly. His lips were full, for a male, and were pursed in a smirk. I wondered why, until I noticed he had. "Are you out of your mind? Where have you been for the last fifteen minutes? The world's coming to a fucking end!" The voice from off screen said something to her in reply but I couldn't make it out. Static or not, her response was as clear as a bell. "Fuck me! Why you ignorant son-of-a-bitch! If you hadn't been so timidly shy I'd have fucked you a long time ago. What do you think of that Jack?" I couldn't hear the response. I could hear what she said back though, "You're not shy? .