I would like to acknowledge the very kind words they gave me in my first real attempt here. Several have indicated passionately that they would much ...ike to ?know how everything got to that point and that is,? and ?where the real story is.? So-to-speak that is, since elements of the story are real and some is fantasy, thus far that is?So, I have decided to share parts of my life which are real and some are quite clearly not real and weave them into what, ?the real story? is for your pleasure. Fuck my whore cunt!” Anne screamed. Very strange because she's usually fairly reserved vocally. I stood there dumbfounded watching my wife moaning like a whore and begging for him to fuck her harder. He appeared to do just that, hammering her with vigor. It was surreal. After fantasizing this for so long, it almost didn't seem real watching it all unfold. It was the best present she has ever given me. "Oh god, oh god! Don't stop! Keep going!" She begged. Anne always said that when she was ready. I'll sleep on the damn couch." Does that mean you're going to stop pouting and come have a Thanksgiving with us just like every year? He is your brother, you know," she added in a conciliatory tone."Yeah, I'll come. Just don't expect me to stay sober for very long once I am there."His mother chuckled."It's the holidays, dear. Everybody gets drunk. It's a law, I believe."Will hit the "End Call" button on his battered cell phone with a sigh. The last thing he felt like doing this week was to take. He will wait a couple of days and then call asking to talk and try to convince me that it is all a misunderstanding. By then I'll have the locks changed at the house and a restraining order against him." Okay, your place it is."We finished our meal in silence and I wondered what I had done that my wife wouldn't have sex with me, but would with another man. I wasn't blind. I'd seen the changes in her, but she still stayed distant. I wondered who she had been seeing before Frank. Who had caused.