As I bugger the little whore I can hear the tops of my thighs slapping against her arse cheeks. I feel her cunt juices smearing against me as she orga...sms beneath me. Her cries, groans and begging merge into a stream of incomprehensible babble as I pound her tight little asshole. Wanting to punish her, punish her for being a whore, for fucking my husband, for ruining my marriage, for everything.With one final thrust, my own orgasm consumes me, wave after wave of lust and hate crashing down. “Have you ever had sex with two people?”Everyone drinks, except Madison. What? I thought she was a party girl and open minded. Ashley made jokes about Madison being very missionary. What about her sexually kissing someone of the same sex? The response was that she once dated a girl for a few months. I did not know that.Luke took my lead and his next question was “Have you ever had sex with three people?” (ie a foursome).Three of us drank again. Poor Madison was being left out.Ashley kept it. I walked around and gathered up her clothes and took them into the bathroom. She was still in the shower and when I came in she turned off the water and stepped out.She looked at me again with tears in her eyes, "Honey I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me. I was simply stripping like I was supposed to and then it got out of control. I was not expecting that any of this was going to happen."I pulled her to me and held her trembling body next to me then told her, "Honey it's OK! I could have. “Business,” Rachel said.“I have taken charge of finances from my mother,” said Liana, sipping a glass of white wine Joe had poured for her.“She’s talking about opening things up,” Rachel said. “Letting Architectural Digest and travel magazines write about it.”“It isn’t on the ocean,” Joe pointed out.“That could work to our advantage,” Liana said.“How so?”“Just as it is for bands who come here to record. It has this way of being a place of concentrated work, with breaks at the roof pool or a day.