This weekend we went to a wedding and got to talking with an older couple in their early 50s. The wife was a trashy, boozy debutante and I instantly disliked her - so did my wife. The husband seemed like a good ol' boy and all we could talk about afterwards was how that relationship could possibly work. The wife was vapid, a gossip, and drank so much she couldn't walk in her heels while chain smoking pretty much the entire evening. She wasn't bad looking but just about all of it was manufactured. In short, she was a full on c**t, the kind of woman you fuck in the ass just because you know it hurts her but she's been ass-fucked several times in her life and thinks that it's her job to give it up to you after a few drinks.

When the wife and I got home we started fooling around and I guess this lady was on my mind a bit - I pushed my wife down onto the bed and fucked her until she was a sweaty, drooling, hair all over her face mess with my cum all inside her pussy. She says I wore her out (but she did cum twice herself) and asks what got into me. I turn her head to me and say "because you aren't her; I chose you" while my cock is still in her. I stroke her hair a couple of times to get it out of her face and then push into her one last time for effect, getting a small sense of satisfaction from the noise she makes, then we start to cleanup and I watch my cum leak out of her pussy. I hear her sigh and a muffled "thank you" comes from the bed.

Thanks, Wedding She-Bitch. You reminded me why once again why I'm with my little lady and got me laid fantastically.

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