We watched them making out until the shuttle arrived, they got on and it sped off. It was fairly obvious there wasn’t going to be any ‘business’...discussed.Tanner and I looked at each other. We were both second-guessing our wisdom of goading our hot wives into this, but it was hot as hell. They both had their cell phones but said they were turning them off so as to not be interrupted by any unwanted calls; maybe a way of getting even with their deviant husbands.We didn’t know what to do with. The other night had been painful but sexual as well. Now her mistress intended simply to punish her with pain, to destroy Catherine the housewife and replace her with Catherine the bitch, a dog to be disciplined and trained to obey unconditionally.Alexandra grabbed her by the hair and kissed her forcefully, then flung her away as she stepped back and untied the floor length robe she wore. The silk slithered to the floor revealing a statuesque dominatrix dressed in patent black leather knee high. She was writhing like a snake and moaning pleas while I sucked her pointed nipples and then tongued her soggy quim.I yanked off my boots and plunged into her, still fully clothed. As I bent above her, thrusting with all my might into her steaming cunny, she undressed me diligently, but we had both come again before I was able to strip off my britches and lie beside her, breathing hard."You surely were in need," I whispered."Yes," she sighed, "and you surely are the biggest man I've ever known.. “Just... shhhh… I wanted it.” She giggled, drunk out of her mind. “… Gal’s allowed to have fun!”I leaned her up on the shower stool and carefully scrubbed her with a sponge and the hand-held sprayer. Even some of her hair was stuck together with globs of goo. I couldn’t fathom any explanation that could justify my wife—my former wife—becoming some cum-dump.She definitely had a problem with liquor. Many times in the past I had to rescue her at parties when she consumed too much. Alcohol was her.