Husband rape wife

Joey was in the room, taking off Dante's shoes. Her husband is now lying on a bed with a gray bed sheet on his back and semi-conscious...Olivia and her boyfriend have gone home because they don't want to be too involved in Dante's and Joey's household matters.

"Why are you being like this, anyway? You don't like getting drunk, even I know you hate alcohol... but why did you switch everything to that drink?" Joey wondered wistfully, unbuttoning Dante's shirt. she had to strip her husband of clothes because it smelled so bad of alcohol and was a little wet maybe from spilled drinks.

"Joey... Joey!" Dante called again.

"Yes….I'm here," said Joey, trying to remove the shirt from Dante's body. "Lean your body so I can take this shirt off."

"Do you love me, Joey?" Dante asked, tilting his head to let his wife take off his shirt slowly.

"Yes ... of course, I love you even very much," replied Joey.