But if he’d been good to me, I wouldn’t have been stuffed so good and so deep and so hard at riverside that morning…and I wouldn’t know what I...was missing, and I guess I would have been happy to get what my husband could give me, not knowing or caring that there was better out there. But that was never going to happen, and you can’t unscramble the egg of all of his negativity that had hurt our marriage beyond repair. But it is what it is, and now I was having the most fun, the most love, and. ” Tracy looked at the sheets of paper, then back to me.“and?”“I left my wife two weeks ago” Tracy made to say something but I stopped her. She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest.“I needed to get this done so that you would know that what I have to say is real and not just my cock speaking, I wanted you to know how much I need you. I can’t sleep without you, the thought of you at home in bed with another man was driving me crazy.” again Tracy made to speak but I just carried on, but. He too “went out” in a blaze of glory and toppled to the floor when he was done.“May I?” I asked my now very sweaty wife who lay on the floor, cum dripping out from inside of her and onto the floor.“You may,” she answered, smiling and pulling me close. “Let’s cum together.”I had never felt my wife so wet before in all our days of lovemaking. I knew that this was due to all the sperm inside her, of course, but it felt great, and much much warmer than usual. Something about going last also made. He crooked his finger at me, indicating for me to come to him. I took a step and he just hollered “Down!”That motherfucker is going to make me crawl? On this dirty floor in front of all these people? A wave of humiliation swept over me as the crowd roared at seeing me; this (previously) well-dressed socialite now in her shredded dress, crawling nearly naked across the concrete floor. My pussy tingled like crazy.When I got to Coop, he produced some black leather ankle and wrist cuffs, each of.