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after that that she’d begun going back down to the lion cages. She hadn’t been there since she was in high school. Back before she’d ever had sex. When fingering herself while the big cats tore slabs of meat to shreds was all the sexual fulfillment she’d ever needed. She’d gone back to the cages only to find that now her desire was so much larger than it had been as an adolescent. Her fantasies now involved pain and death and vengeance. She wanted to see her husband in that cage and she wanted to be in there with him. Fucking Bruce’s conquerors. Licking his blood from their whiskers. Feeling their rough tongues on her swollen clitoris. Taking their hairy cocks down her throat while Bruce’s blood washed over her. And now she had the means to do it.
    She watched a while longer as Hank punched his cock lubed with Astro Glide and saliva up into Bruce’s colon. Bruce moaned as the thick organ pounded in and out of his dilated rectum and Hank’s fat meaty hand reached around to stroke her husband to orgasm. Even in the violence of their lovemaking there was an intimacy that had never been there when she and Bruce had fumbled their way toward orgasm. Between them, lovemaking had always been stale and mechanical. They would both think about anything but each other as they masturbated within each other’s flesh. No passion, just the release of biological fluids as artless and automatic as urination. She wept silently, even as she began fingering herself again. For the first time in their marriage, in separate rooms, she and her husband reached orgasm at the same time.
    Sandy had been fucking her beautiful Mandingo zoo attendant for nearly a month, coming home reeking of cow’s blood and semen without Bruce even appearing to notice. They were growing more estranged. No more pathetic attempts to mimic homosexual lovemaking. Now the dildos and vibrators were strictly for her lunch time zoo excursions.
    Bruce was getting even more flagrant with his affair. She would find condoms and empty vials of lubricant under the couch. She would often pass Hank coming out of the front door as she entered into a home that stank of cum, Astro Glide and ass. She even sat through an entire dinner, staring at the dried semen in Bruce’s goatee without saying a word. She kissed him good night, tasting Hank’s cum on his lips.
    The last straw was when she came home to find him with his face pressed between Hank’s fat hairy buttocks and his tongue halfway up the fat rocker’s ass. Her stomach rolled with revulsion as she watched him ream the rotund has-been Rock & Roller while jacking him off. Just before he came, Hank turned around so he could shoot his load onto Bruce’s outstretched tongue. Bruce lapped up Hank’s salty semen as it rained down onto his face. Sandy stormed out of the house.
    That night, Sandy came home and Bruce tried to pretend as if nothing had happened. He even tried to kiss her with the scent and taste of Hank’s rectum still on his breath and Hank’s cum once again drying in his moustache. That’s when Sandy finally snapped. She stormed out of the room, down to the basement to retrieve a hammer from the tool rack. When she returned, Bruce was already in the shower washing off his lover’s sweat and semen. He stepped out of the shower with welts and hickeys on his ass cheeks along with the obvious impression of a very large hand and Sandy struck him over the head with the hammer. She hit him again and again until she was certain he wouldn’t get up again. He lay on the bathroom floor bleeding, moaning, and convulsing. She knew he’d be dead soon, but hopefully not too soon.
    “You’ve got to help me. I need you to open up the zoo for me. Open up the lion’s cage.”
    “For what? It’s after midnight!”
    “I know, but I need your help. I just killed my husband.” Sandy said.
    “You what?”
    “I killed Bruce.”
    “Oh, you must be sick if you think I’m getting involved in that