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and there they were doing dishes side by side.  
    "They look nice together, don't they?" Anita said curiously.
    "What?" I muttered as if through gauze.  
    "Donnie and Becky, although Becky would look good with anyone with that blond hair and big tits."  
    "Leave me alone," I hissed, sounding more forlorn than authoritative.  
    She leaned down close to me, her mouth near my ear. I could feel her hot breath.
    "You know, he's gonna have her," she whispered in my ear.  
    "No," I said, but she quickly clamped her hand over my mouth. I was too weak to push her away.
    "That's right. He's going to take her right here in your house, right in your own bed."
    I managed to pushed her away and sit up. I looked over into the kitchen. Don was pressed up behind Becky, his hands under her shirt as he played with her tits. Becky had a dreamy look on her face. She turned her head toward Don and they started kissing wetly.
    She started thrusting her butt against his crotch. Don took that as an invitation to reach down the front of her shorts. After a moment, Becky gasped, and judging from the way he was moving his hand, he was playing with her pussy. Becky reached behind her and rubbed his crotch, stroking his long shaft through his pants.  
    "Hey!" I managed to choke out.  
    Becky looked over at me and giggled. She seemed ready to let Don fuck her right then and there. But Don must have felt bad for me -- not bad enough to not fuck my wife, but bad enough to not want to do it in front on me -- because he took her by the hand and led her toward our bedroom. Watching the two off them walk away hand-in-hand broke what little spirit I had left.
    The thin walls of our small house gave little privacy, and in moments I could hear Becky moaning softly as Don did God-knows-what to her. I tried to get up, but I was still drunk, and Anita yanked me back on the sofa.  
    She moved in close.
    "Doesn't it turn you to think about what Don is doing to little Becky right about now? If I know him, he's probably eating her hot, little box, getting her nice and wet for his big cock."
    "No! I want this to stop," I mumbled.  
    "I don't think you want it to stop, I think it turns you on." With that she deftly unzipped my pants and reached in for my cock.  
    "Stop," I hissed.  
    "Well maybe you aren't turned on," she said mockingly as she handled my flaccid cock.  "But I'll tell you what, if you can get it hard, I'll let you fuck me up the ass. I'll even help you."  
    She pulled my pants open and fished my cock out from my boxers. Then she leaned down and sucked my whole cock into her hot mouth. Intellectually, I could tell she was good. Her tongue swirled around my prick, and she massaged my balls gently. But I just could not get it up. After a while she started taunting me.  
    "Don't you want to butt fuck me? I bet you'd love to bend me over and ream the shit out of me for turning your precious little Becky onto Don."  
    She took my cock back into her mouth and slurped it wetly.  
    "You know, Don will be hard when it comes time to pop Becky's anal cherry."
    She licked my shaft up and down. It still stayed soft.  
    "Well, now I see why Becky was such an easy lay. She probably can't believe what she's been missing. With that hot body she could have been getting fucked by a real man all these years, not some limp, pencil-dicked, premature ejaculator."  
    She got up from my lap and suddenly she laughed in my face. I was too shocked to respond.
    "I can't believe I let you fuck me," she hissed.  
    Then she got up and stalked into the bedroom after Don and Becky. I tried to get up against, but my legs collapsed under me. Or at least that gave me an excuse to not have to see what was going on. I was so miserable I just wanted to die. But instead, I curled up on the sofa and tried to keep from sobbing as Becky's cries of passion started filling the room.
     
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    I woke up the next morning on the sofa, hungover and miserable. Becky was already gone,