I expected I would feel some sense of relief that it was over. What I felt instead was a morose sense of failure. For years I told myself the marriage...was failing. I was wrong. I failed. I failed in every way possible. I payed attention to all the wrong things and the wrong people for too long and Emily ran out of patience. She couldn’t compete with my true love: success. Now I had it, and she was gone. My plan was to sit on my deck and let the fill-line on a bottle of Jack Daniel’s go down. I screamed and came all over my boyfriend’s fingers. My whole body shook as I orgasmed and you could tell the men loved it. Once my orgasm subsided AJ pulled out of me and Tristan let me go. I sat up and turned around so that Tristan could lick my pussy clean; which he did happily. Then I asked him to lick AJ’s fingers clean and he did so nice and slowly. I then moved to the bottom of the bed and Tristan laid down and AJ leaned down and sucked his cock and sucked it all the way into the back of. He pulled his head up and wrenched me down to the floor by my wrist. A cushion was thrown at me and he then grabbed my ankles and yanked them apart. ‘Put your head on that, bitch,’ he snapped, panting hard. My blouse was ripped open and buttons went flying all round the room. I slapped his face. ‘You fucking pig, how can I go to school now?’ I spat. ‘You are going in whatever strands of clothes you have left, slut,’ he snarled back. I grabbed his head and pulled it hard between my legs. ‘Just. I bend forward and kiss her. It’s deep and passionate. When I feel my cock getting harder I lean back against the side of the tub and with my hand on the back of her head, guide her mouth onto my cock. “Your last assignment is simple, suck and swallow. When that’s done, I’ll remove the plugs and your slave duties will be done for the day.” Needing no further incentive I see and feel her head move up and down the length of my cock. Her mouth goes down as far as it will go and then she slowly.