Please John forgive me.’ She leaned forward, she reached out and touched his knee, ‘Please John.’ She looked up pleadingly, sad imploring green ...yes looking up at angry brown eyes. Down came another series of emotionally crushing blows, mental shocks intended to bludgeon her into intellectual impotence, pulverize her into complete dependence, ‘So you’re a sorry housekeeper, a sorry girlfriend, and just an all around sorry little miss.’ It wasn’t about the stairs anymore. He had something else. I kiss my slut, then spit in her face! "You thought all weekend was going to be yours huh?" She nodded. I grabbed her pussy and lifted her. "AAAHHH SIR!!!" I held her up spit in her screaming mouth she choked the spit out and even more!I dropped her, now her toes did not touch. I left the room came back with a metal wash tub. Lifted her by that filthy cunt again, she screamed as i held her and droped the tub under her. slut miem cried and pussy juice dropped into the tub. I looked her in the. Then all of a sudden she wasn't getting home until one or two in the morning and she always seemed to be keyed up and when she came to bed she always wanted to make love and she would wake me up and try to fuck me to death. One night I asked her about it and the fact that she always seemed to be so wet. She told me that being around all the young singles got her horny and she had to come home to me to get taken care of.But I wasn't all that sure that she was being truthful. About that time she. There was a point when she kissed him, then turned and kissed me so there was only one thing left to do. We ordered her one more shot, which the female bartender made sure to give her a big one, Jay paid the tab and we headed next door to the hotel and got a room.Once in the room there was no hesitation, the hormones were raging and we quickly became a tangled mess of arms, legs, tongues, and clothes flying off piece by piece. We were all groping and caressing and my wife had all she could.