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... the bottle, then walked out.

As soon as the door shut behind us, she turned to me. "Can I have my wedding ring back now?"

"Yes." I took her hand and slipped the ring on her finger. She took my ring and did the same to me.

I held out her clothes. "Do you want to get dressed?"

"No, I want to get home." We got into the car and she sat naked and silent the short drive home. She stared at the bottle, absentmindedly rubbing her thumb around and around the opening. As we pulled into the garage I turned the car off, the door banged shut behind us.

"Dave, that wasn't your wife in the bar, right?"

"No, that wasn't my wife."

"She was just a cum loving slut? Who came on a bottle, who loved getting ass fucked, who sucked cocks and swallowed buckets of cum and spread her bare cunt for everyone to see?"

I nodded. We sat in silence.

"Did you like watching her? The cum loving slut?"

My chest tightened, heart pounded in my chest. "Yes." It came out a croak. I cleared my throat and tried again, "Yes, I loved it."

"Dave. I want to collect my I.O.U., my chit. I want to orgasm so badly. I need to cum. She wouldn't let the slut cum. You owe me, I want to collect right now. Eat my pussy. Please."

"Ok, I'll pay off my debt. Go lay on the bed, I'll be right there."

I went to the counter and grabbed a beer. I drank about half in three long swallows, then set it on the counter. For a few moments, I stared at the beer, thinking about the night. What had happened and ...

... what was to come? A beer bottle would never look the same, that I knew for sure. I followed my wife up the stairs.

Katie laid on the bed, back propped up against some pillows. Her feet were drawn up to her butt, knees spread. She rubbed her hand over her red, slick, engorged pussy. It gaped obscenely. My cock strained against my zipper.

I noticed she still held the bottle from the bar.

"Kate, when we played against Sal and Jen, we still won two games, even though you were pretty terrible," I said.

Kate didn't respond. She continued to rub her pussy, sliding her fingers between her lips and groaning when she touched her clit.

"I played well, though." I continued, "In fact, I sank the winning ball in both games. Wouldn't you say I won those games for us?"

"Yes." she breathed. She was flushed from her face to her tits. "Now come eat my pussy."

I crawled on the bed and moved her hand away. Soft lips brushed the inside of her thigh. A tongue glided from the bottom to the top, then clicked over her clit, sucked it between lips. She gasped.

"We split two games before your bet. So, I won three. You only won one."

"Yes, you were better than me-ahhhhh." She sucked in her breath as I pressed my tongue to her clit. I ate her pussy, hard. She didn't want gentle. Fucked with my tongue, sucked, licked, lapped. Her fingers twisted in my hair, her thighs tightened on my ears. I reached to her side and took the bottle.

"No," she groaned, holding on tight.

"Let ...