The drinks during the concert had helped me push away some nervousness, but the drinks we had at the bar after sent all of our restrictions away. We w...lked the couple of blocks to the hotel I'd rented. I knew I would be drinking and it was an hour drive back home. I couldn't take my hands off of her. Now, here we are, in the elevator, kissing against the wall. Can't this thing move any faster? A couple had gotten on somewhere while we were going up, but neither of us paid attention to them.. "Angry was an understatement for me. "Ok," I said through clenched teeth and hung up the phone. "Fuck!"Later that day, I was standing in my kitchen and drinking wine from the bottle. All of my expensive entertainment stuff had been moved already so I was pretty bored and a bottle of red seemed to take the edge of things. By ten I was on the second bottle and near drunk. By eleven I was stumbling to my room, tired after a busy day of organizing my leaving and dealing with bullshit. I got. Frank moved back into position and instead of Kathy saying go slow she told him to just go for it, get the pain over with so he could filler with cock. Frank needed no encouragement and plowed my wife’s ass like this was an every day occurrence for her. Kathy let out a yelp but told him not to stop. I could see this really hurt her but again she never said stop but rather please keep fucking her.Frank had no problem in fucking my wife’s ass like he had her cunt just before. Kathy seemed to. What I heard didnt sound like a rat, she said. He was staring at her. His eyes were very wide, and he wasnt blinking. Is he on something, she thought. Did it wake you? You were sleeping so soundly on the couch that I didnt want to disturb you when I came in. He crossed the room and tried to put his arms around her. She only resisted a little. Michael, what was that noise? she said. I dont know, he said. Whatever it is, its gone now. Come to bed darling. She lay down, and he draped one arm over.