One night after fighting out at a club because she was drunk and acting like an ass..she stumbled out of the car and into the bathroom. I went for a ...alk to cool down and when I came back she was passed out on the toilet head between her legs.I pulled her panties off her ankles and fingered her cunt and she didn't even flinch...I picked her up and carried her upstairs and flopped her face down on the bed. Took all her cloths off and gazed and the hot little whore, so thin, so white, so. I squirmed a bit where I was sitting, trying to adjust my hard-on, without making it to noticeable, but mom had already seen it, and when I looked at her, she was actually gazing right down into my crotch. Now it was mom's turn to kind of take over the conversation again, and I noticed as she asked me some questions, she had sort of this glazed look in her eyes, almost as if she was someplace else, and thinking of something else. She started out by asking me how much real experience I had with. I looked at her, gawked, and said nothing. Looking a bit closer, I realized the stains on her blouse, and the drops in her hair was semen, dried semen. I was actually getting horny just looking at my wife.“I was sort of forced into having sex with the new client, he has this big condo, and . . .,” her comments drifted off for a moment, then she perked up. “I’m cleaning the living room area, and he comes down the hall . . . naked . . ., not even a towel. His penis is big, semi-hard and swinging. I stayed right where I was, thinking about everything that had gone on in the past few weeks. I'd done all I could, consistent with my beliefs, to help Joyce get what I believed she wanted. For her to be mad, because her plan for Shirley was meeting a lot of resistance, was just unfair. Shirley wasn't as important to me as Joyce was. Not by a long ways.I knew I could get Shirley to do what Joyce wanted her to do. I could do it just by talking to her. Over the time we'd gone together, I knew.