‘Fucking coward.’ I remember saying to myself. I threw two quarters on the bar in his direction. I lifted the glass and drank the beer down quickl...y. I slid the glass toward him. ‘Keep the nickel and gimme another one. I’ll need the key too.’ I said. He retrieved my beer and grabbed a box from under the bar. Setting the beer down, he opened the box and pulled a small ledger out of the box along with the only key inside. ‘All we got left is room six. It’s in the front and you got a good lock on. As my husband fell asleep next to me, I remained awake and cherished this victory. Tomorrow would be another day to make him wish he were me. As the sun began to stream through the window on an early Sunday morning, I crawled out of bed and threw my robe on and proceeded downstairs. My husband was already gone, out doing his thing on Sundays. I sat at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette when Brad appeared at the doorway and started making breakfast. I shot him a small smile as he pulled out. She reached up to run her hand through his hair encasing his neck in a frame. Yearning for a closer feel, he twists her around. Following his hands without any objection, she turns around and stands up to be closer to him. One hand holding hers, another around her waist, he led her toward the welcoming bed as he kissed her lips oh so softly as if anything harder would break the moment. How long they've waited for this. As soon as she graduated high school, they started their relationship.. " I was still in shock, but getting incredibly turned on by the prospect of my wife getting gang banged in such an extreme fashion. She must have been thinking the same thing, as she was getting close to climax again. Master said, "Well, that's it. Slut, I want you to stop frigging yourself, now. Now, take your hand, and put it in your pussy. Pull out a handful of juices, and feed it to your husband." She put almost her entire hand inside herself: She was that turned on. She then got up, and.