Chapter Twelve
After that long, long week of almost unendurable tease and denial, during which Tom’s formerly outwardly meek and mild wifey had crooned in gloatingly explicit detail about the terrible way she was going to betray her shamed husband with all his poker buddies, without scruple, without regret, and most certainly without condoms—
After the ooey-gooey gangbang finally hosted upon his sly-eyed wife’s fleshy form that Friday night, in which man after man had mounted his laughing beloved, had joggled and sucked at her big titties, had pulled excitedly at her great crinkled pink-brown n*****s to make her thrash and squeal, had pushed themselves blunt and purple-headed inside of the split-open blonde mound between her upraised thighs to do everything they ever wanted, everything,
