I gotta own it.********Another morning came in the desert. It was hot which meant I had to dress in skimpy clothes if I went out, which was fine sinc... all I had were skimpy clothes. Meanwhile, I laid in bed and checked my phone; there were messages from work and Corey. The casino had sent me a text of my upcoming schedule, I would start the next day at 8 pm.Corey’s message was straightforward: ‘We’re going to a party tonight at one of the dealer’s apartment. Look amazing, dress slutty. . I looked in the garage, her car was not there. I called the marina, no answer. I called her cell and it immediately went to voicemail. Now I was becoming worried, where could my wife be.My temperature had broken while I slept. I felt more normal now. I changed into jeans and a shirt, I would go to the marina and see if her car and our boat were there. After I drove there, I saw her car in the parking lot, but our boat was not in its slip. Was she still out at sea? Where are the guys who did the. "Hi." He said and he was playing Turkish pop music. He smiled at me because He told me a while back he now hated Turkish Pop and I knew he was playing it for me. I took his hand by instinct. He didn't pull back. "I am sorry I didn't contact you for so long Margo.I didn't want to complicate things with my wife." He smiled and I realized we were driving farther away. "Would you like to go to my apartment and spend the day with me?" He asked. "Okay." I say because I can't pass that chance up. We. As I passed the family room I saw quite a sight. Naked, on her hands and knees, in the middle of the floor, was my mother, fucking my uncle Ken and two other guys. She was facing away from me. One guy was behind her, holding her hips and slamming a good sized pecker deep into her cunt. Uncle Ken and the other guy were at her face and she was going back and forth from one dick to the other, giving them great head. My uncle saw me and gave me a wink. I held my finger up in front of my lips.