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I went back to the tent with a bottle of whiskey and passed out, after seeing her shagging the club bikers. It was late next morning when I awoke, and she was next to me, painting her toenails. I remembered the scene I'd seen and heard. I didn't know what to say. As usual she took the lead, asking me if I slept well and discussing how to repack the tent, as it was time to go, most people had already left the field. This time she opened up a bit and had a short discussion about the fact she had cuckolded me. She wouldn't discuss what I'd seen, and wouldn't tell me what else they'd done to her. It was driving me mad. She said she loved me, but nobody was forcing me to stay with her. "It's just who I am." she said. That was the way she always excused her behaviour, "It's who I am!"
I couldn't leave her, I was crazy about her. She knew that too.
When we got home and were sitting on the sofa, I had to bring it up again. "Did you shag all of them? How many? What did they do to you? Tell me, please tell me!" She didn't answer, she just giggled. I was rock hard now. She told me to take my clothes off and lie down. I did. She took off her slippers, put one over my face and the other over my cock, sliding it so my knob was in the toe end. I went very red. She knew I loved her feet. She wanked me slowly into her slipper as I smelled her feet in the other one. "Did you enjoy the rally then? It was brilliant, weren't it!" she said, her dimples showing.
I asked her did she shag the other guy too, the one that opened the tent door and showed me the sight of her being rudely had by the shameless macho men. She smirked at me. "Ooohh, he was the worst, he was!" and she started wanking me harder. I told her I remembered seeing his dick, it was huge. She refused to tell me what he'd done to her, saying she didn't want to hurt me. Yet she wanked me more into her slipper, and pressed the other one harder on to my face. She said there might be a magazine coming out in a few months in Germany. It would be hard but not impossible to get here. They'd taken pics of it all! I needed to ask the guys nicely to let me buy a copy! I said I didn't know them and had no contact details, going redder and redder with self humiliation. She said I would see them again next week. They were having a party for a new member. I needed to call their leader and ask permission to go... if I wanted to see. I said, why would I want to go there? She revealed then that she was going. She'd already promised and couldn't say no now. It was a SEX PARTY AND THEY WANTED HER AS THEIR BITCH SLAVE!
She knew that would drive me over the edge. I started cumming, strong and hard, as she smiled sweetly and wanked me lustily! No! Oh, no!" I begged. She beamed at me as I climaxed to her humiliation. "Yes, yes, yes! she giggled!
FUCK MY WIFE!
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