Chapter Eight
So at last all of Tom’s randy poker buddies gangbanged his whorishly eager wife—at last! Why, it was terrible—perverting to their once-hallowed marriage vows, degrading to his beloved Samantha, humiliating to the poor husband cuckolded so enthusiastically, repeatedly, and messily right before his own eyes. But, God, how much they needed it, both of them!
Mike, who the previous week had won that final hand in which Tom in his desperation to stay in the game had bet his own darling wife, at the couple’s sly urging now finally realized that it really was true: he could have s*x with this smirking, busty blonde creature once so forbidden to him by the dictates of propriety, politeness, friendship. He could! It must have seemed impossible, crazy, a notion unimaginable except in
