"I wondered whether you were in the mood for a game?", she replied. "Whose turn is it? (to choose the plot)", I asked. "Mine", she said gleefully. "Yo...'ve got something planned", I said. "What's the matter, lost your bottle?", she said scornfully. Bottle!, then I remembered, in our last game I'd forced her to take most of a half pint beer bottle up her cunt, she reckoned it had hurt her (anyone would think I'd left the top on) and she said she was going to get even."Well?", she asked. "Ok. I’m still not sure how much sleep I got but in the morning I felt fantastic and I had a smile on my face that wouldn’t go away, at the office people kept asking me what I was looking so cheerful about. ‘I kept telling myself that you were happily married to Wendy and wouldn’t be interested in me and that the whole thing was some kind of delayed schoolgirl crush and that I shouldn’t feel bad about it because that evening I’d meet this man Jose and he’d be so attractive I’d get you out of my. Jennifer came in to help and just as we were ready to serve, Jorge and Alejandra arrived back at the house. We all ate dinner and then went up to the attic room hang out and dance.I heard the phone ringing in my room one floor below, and moved quickly downstairs to answer it.“So, how are things with Jennifer?” Stephanie asked after we greeted each other.“Excellent. We made love, for the last time, and she’s at peace.”“The last time? What about a baby?” she asked, sounding confused.“That won’t. Even more lined up to sample those amazing lips and tongue of hers and get a grade A professional blowjob (well, she did just receive payment for those blowjobs, so...I guess she really was a professional now!) from the theater slut.They filed in, an almost constant flow through the theater door, eventually finding themselves back here and then deep within my sweet wife until they dumped yet another load down her throat, in her fertile cunt or deep inside her ass.It lasted for hours..