My appetite returned in a jiffy. Mary put together a dinner of chicken, rice, and veggies, and I downed it with some apple juice. She finished it off ...ith apple pie and hot tea, and I was absolutely full. I fell asleep and did not wake up till the next morning. This time, when I got up to go to the bathroom, those legs weren't wobbly. I took a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror and those sunken eyes that I had seen in the past few days were gone. But I was all scraggly whiskers. This I. My wife suddenly turned dominant and began to verbally humiliate me in front of her new lover. She called me a worthless piece of shit with a pencil dick. She told me her date was a real man with a man's size cock. Her date was enjoying the show. As my wife continued her verbal assault I started to get a hard-on. Her lover joined in and called me a queer for getting so turned on seeing another man naked. My wife continued to berate me and told me how her lover had already fucked her three times. She's not averse to the situation though and grabs my arse as if to encourage me to fuck her mouth harder now...Time this bitch learnt who’s the boss around here! Pumping her head for all I'm worth, my hands full of her thick, stiff, long, peroxide curls, a heady mixture of lust and repulsion swirling round my brain, I shoot my load down her throat. She's gagging, but to her credit swallowing, and I hold her head firm as I proceed to empty the contents of my ball sac into her mouth. “Fuuuuck!”. Lizzie’s round breasts, her womanhood, every curve was calling out Miranda’s name. She shook those thoughts away and started taking her own clothes off. She let them fall to the floor as soon as she could, standing naked along with Lizzie. ‘So, ummm… were we going straight to sleep? Or do you want to play truth or dare?’ Miranda asked Lizzie who was still naked, now with her nipples slightly erect. Miranda pretended not to notice, because hers were probably the same. There was no mistake that.