"Whatthe hell is happening to me!" I thought. "What the shit is goingthrough my mind! That fucking bitch is making me gay!"When I got home I started... running in circles, screaming at thewalls. "Can you hear me?! You bitch! What the fuck are youdoing to me!" I demanded. I was interrupted by the sound of thephone ringing. I picked it up. . . and before I could even say hello,I heard HER voice and that hideous laugh."Hello my dear" she said. "What seems to be the problem?" You know what's. Why were you wearing a long trench coat I asked myself. It was barely drizzling when I left home. Fucking prima dona doesn't want her 500 dress wet, I said under my breath as I barely looked you up and down before closing my eyes again. It wasn't long before the sunlight had warmed the room. A sudden jolt of the car rattled me from my brief slumber. As my eyes cleared, I was stunned to find you sitting there nearly naked. With your trench coat unbuttoned and draped to the sides of both thighs,. It was around sunset when I entered the house, grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and proceeded to the master bedroom, and opened the door.What I saw damn near made me drop the beer! MY WIFE was lying naked on the bed, on her back, legs raised and spread wide, getting piston-fucked by my son! She didn't even seem to be aware of my presence as she gasped, moaned, and begged for her first-born to bang her harder, degrade her, put her in her place like the fucking slut she was! Prager had no. His hand was in his pants now rubbing away. I thought maybe he won’t actually pull it out. Probably because he’s ashamed of his small size.My wife slides down me and starts to undo my buckle. She looks at him again. Then back at me. I can tell she’s really turned on by this guy just being there. It turned me on too. Slowly, she unbuttons my jeans and zips down the fly. She unfolds my jeans exposing my bulge. She rubs my dick a little over my underwear. She leans down and nibbles on my shaft..