It just didn't seem fair, she complained to herself through the haze the gin was causing in her mind. She gave up everything else she ever wanted for ...ommy's sake when he insisted that no wife of his would ever work, and now he was treating her like dirt under his feet. She just didn't understand it -- why did the world have to be so cruel sometimes? She had to talk to him about it as soon as she saw him or she would go out of her mind. She had already known from her marital psychology courses. I tap his hand to encourage him to start a game. I knew he would be good at chess, because most ‘alpha males’ tended to be excellent chess players. So I concentrated really hard using the strategy I learned as a child to out wit his forward moves. I played defensive, but then so was he. We soon got into a stalemate situation having both lost both of our bishops in a kamikaze style set of moves. ‘I didn’t think you would be a chess player.’ He said. I smiled and watched him pop in yet another. She offered it to him. ‘Why, thanks, little lady,’ he said, quickly downing the steaming liquid and making a face as he handed the cup back. ‘Yep, just as I said, tastes like shit, but does the trick.’ He winked at her and returned his attention to the road, humming some country western tune. Sharon took the cup back and poured herself a decent amount. As promised it tasted horrible. But, it was hot and did help to stave off the damp chill of her clothes. She felt herself relax a bit and. Let me see what you have on under that dress, Sue again looked at me and this time she said up to you Phil take it or leave it, once you try it you will love it. I took my dress off which sounds weird and I stood there with a padded bra and a pair of the wife's knickers on. he said you look good you must have shaved all over have you cos you look clean, yes I said I had to. come here.he summoned me over and I stood in front of him whilst he was still fucking away on Sue, show me your clit he.