I was sure my loving husband was going to fuck me in a wild way that night, before leaving for a week business trip…Just thinking about his hard coc... made my cunt get wet…I opened the door and found the house in complete silence. I saw just a light in our bedroom. I climbed quietly the stairs, trying to surprise my loving Victor there. I pushed the door and knew my husband was inside the bathroom.There was a piece of paper over the pillow in our marital bed.“On your knees, slut…” I read in. Mark staggered in about twenty minutes later. I suspect he’d lost what little he had left in his stomach getting out of those clothes. The shower ran for an inordinately long time but I just sat at the table, sitting coffee. He finally dragged himself into the kitchen. The most apt description of how he looked was ‘like shit’, words I never thought I’d use to describe my husband. I got him a glass of water and several ibuprofen.I let the silence hang a bit before I started.“Do you have any idea. Marvel said. “That road from Louisville is dangerous. I don’t like the idea of you driving it in the dark.”“We have plenty of time and I’ll be really careful,” I said. “I have five great navigators and will be switching off driving with Donna.”“Don’t worry, Betty. We’ll be safe,” Donna said. “But we should hit the road before traffic gets worse around Indianapolis.”“Cindy! I expect exemplary behavior from you this weekend. Don’t let me down,” her mom said as Cindy slipped past with her pack and. Her pussy glistened and her tummy quivered and heaved as she panted. Her mouth was slightly open and beads of sweat had formed on her upper lip. She looked down at me and smiled contently.I helped her hop down from the worktop and she collapsed to the floor beside me. We were both wasted, and we sat, wrapped in each others arms, gently stroking each other's skin.After a few minutes the spell was broken by the abrupt sound of a mobile phone ringing. Becky jumped as though she had been stung by a.