Chapter 3382 Wife & Mother Turns Whore:>Ep38
- I think I fussed over this dinner more than I haveA ever done for our Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter dinners in years past. I had prepared a roast and potatoes as well as my mama's coleslaw and my own creamed corn. For desert, I'd fixed a chocolate meringue pie – my specialty, always in high demand at Church suppers and the kids' bake sales. Our dinner table was set with our best china and silverware – I even got out the good linen napkins that rarely saw the light of day outside of Christmas dinner.
- I wasn't wearing my Sunday best for the dinner, but rather a new dress I'd picked up the day before – a simple black dress, modest compared to many of my working outfits, with the hem a mere four inches above the knee and displaying only a little cleavage in its mild scoop neck, accented by the double strands of good, but fake pearls my mother had left to me. The fabric molded itself to my braless breasts, my nipples swollen and hard, making prominently displayed bumps. Beneath my dress, my lacy black panties were already soaked and I feared that at any moment I would feel the warm trickle of pussy juice running down my thigh.
- Donnie lingered nearby, wandering into the dining room or the kitchen to give me looks of disgust and anger on occasion, the words "whore," "slut," or "cunt," always on his lips and occasionally wafting to my ear in his venomous hisses. At least he'd put on dress shirt and his good slacks and looked presentable. I would smile back at him and tell him I loved him, occasionally glancing down to confirm the hint of an erection tenting his pants.