Not the moment that a divorce was asked for by one or the other parties, but the moment that the relationship began to sour and spiral into the ground...I know the exact moment. It was the day I married my now ex-wife -- my second wife that is.We'd dated for five years and lived together for four of the five. During that time, we learned to live together, became use to each others little idiosyncrasies, learned to give and take, and loved being together.Then, we married. Before the echo of the "I. We both sat on the bed and started to make out. Becky was rubbing my pants around my crotch, soon after unzipped and pulled out my cock and started stroking. I lifted up her shirt and threw it on the floor exposing those lovely c cup tits with large areolas that were quite wide apart from each other. Becky stopped and asked me "let's masterbate infront of each other". "Ok" I said and got up to remove my clothes. Becky sat up against the backboard of her bed and started touching herself. Once I. "Take me to bed Terry" she breathed into my mouth and together we walked hand in hand up to the spare bedroom, by the squeals of pleasure that we heard, we gathered the other one was in use!It wasn't a fuck, a screw or even a quick shag, it was the result of two lovers being apart for almost a year, she had tears in her eyes as I slid into her warmth, she kissed me hungrily as I began moving inside her, fucking her slowly with each deep thrust of my hips."I love you Terry" I never stopped mum,. Jake kissed her face. He tasted cum on her mouth. Her lips were slippery with it. Her hair and face were speckled with it."Is there any place they didn't get you?" he asked, laughing as a strange excitement raced through his loins."Nope. When you come in here, you get to fuck whatever hole you can find," Béla said. "That's the rules of the Target Club. There are no rules. Except for 'No fighting over the nooky'!" God," Jake whispered, his voice filled with awe at the sensations raging through.