For now, Mark is too upset even to start the car. And Mark has learned not to drive when he had drunk too much. One more thing, of so many, he has l...arned this last year. This begins a new bout of crying.Mark sits in his car, tears streaming down his face, remembering.oOoIt had been back in the winter, one Friday night, watching the match in this pub. Mark with his mates, Tim was even there then. A man was sitting at the bar watching the game between his team and Mark’s side. Mark began. While it was clear that he had the hots for me alone, I got the sense that in this threesome he, as a true cuckold, might have been more interested in what Carol was getting from Nick. After, Carol wiped herself up a bit with her panties, telling us that she wanted Tom to be able to smell and taste all three of us later. I thought that was super HOT!We took a short break with some more wine and plenty of water. Then we dove right back in. Nick ate her pussy for a long while until she screamed. The heat had made her sweatier than usual, the normally pleasant walk home this time slightly too hot for comfort, though it's not like Carmen minded being sweaty. After all, why should she care? She grabs a can of coke from her fridge before collapsing onto the sofa, chugging the can immediately - a loud belch of "UUUURRRpft!" coming from her before she tosses the can on the floor. She could make somebody clean that up later, who cares. She throws her legs up on the table, her ratty, dirty. “Undress me.”I did, kissing his body as I did so. As I lowered his underpants his hard cock sprang out. I kissed the purple end then sucked it.“On the bed whore, on your hands and knees.”“Goody, doggy style.” I thought as I got into position. But instead of his cock entering me I felt his hand come down on my butt, hard; harder than my dad or brother had ever spanked me.“Ouch.” I said.“Shut up whore.”His hand came down onto my butt over and over again. By about the fifth time I was could feel.