Two weeks had gone by and all I could do was think of him. Think of the humiliation. Think of the pain. Think of the "what ifs" if I'd... If I'd what?...There I go again. Thinking about that overbearing excuse of a man and what it'd be like to continue allowing him to do... Do what? Make me feel like a slut? To make me shed my prudish mien? To force me to see myself as something sexual? Something other than a baby-making, frumpy old housewife?Panic crept in as I neared the store. Flipping on the. We had a few drinks then headed to pay, them arms around each other and me following with the (my) purse. I am sure the waitresses were wondering as her and i walked in together but they walked out like that and he payed his share of the tab but i had to dig through my purse to find my card to pay for ours. We got to his room and had another drink, i got up to go to the washroom and when i came back she was on her knees sucking his fat cock! What a sight! After watching for a bit she stopped. ”“What took you so long,” Terry said, “I thought you would be on your third time by now, anyway, if Bob here doesn’t stick that tent pole up me soon, I’m going to scream.”Let me explain, it’s traditional for both me and Sami and Don and Terry to lay off it for a few days leading up to one of our get togethers and then the traveling couple talk dirty all the way to the other couples house, whilst the hosts watch hot, hot, hot home movies of the four of us up until just before the doorbell. Don't worry about your car, I had a friend get it. When we got in thecab, I noticed that you had a little blood spot on your back. You saidyou didn't know what had happened and neither one of us were feelingany pain. Then you started to complain that you weren't feeling well sowhen we got back I got you up to bed. I was getting you some water andaspirin when you started moaning in pain. I came back and there youwere, but different. You looked ten years younger and slighter and youwere shaking,.