Sexy Scribe

I’ve been working for a big computer company for a year and a half. Being a trainee here was a great experience for me. I learned a lot to support computer systems (this is what I had to learn because I’m not a major CS). Since I have been intervening here, many other trainees have come and gone. Some I really liked, while others I was happy to avoid. Most of the other trainees came from regional colleges, but there was a couple here and there from high school. Most of them were in different departments, however. Even so, there is a comaradry among the “grunts” as we surname ourselves, and we often spend our lunch hours together.

Jim couldn’t believe what his wife said, Jenny. How could she say that? How could she want to do something like she said she wanted them to do. For three years they’ve been married, he thought their love life had been great. Now her loving wife told her she wanted them to change.

She came to bed a week ago and after a short period of love, she told her that she thought their sex life was becoming routine and boring.

We planned a fishing trip and camp for the first week after the school closed. My wife, daughter and son also invited Ashley, Tammy’s boyfriend. Ashley was a neighbor who lived a few doors in the neighborhood. For a few days, we all prepared with enthusiasm for the journey. The day before our departure, our son Jack came down with a virus and it seemed that the trip was to be cancelled. The girls were extremely disappointed and complained about something horrible. The morning we were supposed to leave, my wife suggested I take the girls and she’d stay home with Jack. He was better, but she thought he’d stay close to him. Camping and fishing wasn’t exactly his favorite activity anyway. I think she welcomed the apology back. The girls were happy, the car was almost all packed, so we went.

I just wanted to write a little about my naughty wife. My hobby helps my wife find herself with a guy (for sex). I can’t help him. It’s so hot that it’s the only sexual pleasure I’m interested in. We’ve been doing it for 12 years now and far.

My wife Judy seems shy and a little clean to most people. She was a virgin years ago, but I quickly learned that she was super sexy. She never had enough. She would often go to the living room with a dildo when I was done. My first clue that she wanted more was when we were married about 1 year, one night during the sex, she started saying “I love so fucked, oh how I like to fuck dick.” and she looked at me with a very dirty look. I have so many ad horny I couldn’t bear it. It took years to go from there to an active swing.

It should not have happened, normally there was no way that it would happen, but I only have to blame myself and what it could do to my life. It was my 25th birthday and for a reason that this one really hit me. I was fortunately married, my husband was great with me and we both had very good jobs. I guess everything was so good that I didn’t know what it would be like not having the things that got me back as I asked them. For a few weeks after my birthday, I was in a slum and I couldn’t get out of it. Even my husband Wayne noticed that I wasn’t myself and he asked if it was something he did to me. I felt bad for him because he had nothing to do with my feelings. I don’t know if it was hormones or anything, but I wasn’t happy with my life, but I knew everything in my life was as good as possible. Nothing in my life could prepare me for the wild journey I was going to take just because I thought I had problems that were really not there.

Charlie wanted what he was gonna do. Either way, he was gonna fuck his neighbor, Jill. He tried to get him through persuasion, but she had politely rejected him. She hadn’t been crazy, she just smiled at her and told her that she really enjoyed what he said to her, but that she was married and that she was only going to bed with her husband.

It’s unless her husband asks her to go with him and another man, but it was something she knew he would never do.

It was a long day, and it was only two in the afternoon. I spent the morning and early afternoon at a development meeting. A dozen people throwing ideas for a new sitcom - some of them good. I was in favor of an old friend. The meeting had lasted five hours and nothing had been done. I had a headache.

I entered the house without waiting. Sometimes you come home knowing who’s there and what they’re probably doing - watching TV, surfing the net, sleeping, whatever. Today I wasn’t aware of my surroundings. My mind was trying to face the whirlwind of thoughts that the meeting had generated. By entering the house, my first thought was to have a beer.

My wife Becky and I are in the middle of the 1930s and have been together 11 years and we are madly in love with each other. Let me talk to you about Becky. She’s always been beautiful. She essentially kept her figure 36-26-36 throughout our marriage and kept it by walking several miles a day almost every day. Her crystal blue eyes, which shine when she smiles, are what attracted me to her with this voluptuous body. These attributes with long blond hair and round ass attracted the attention of many passers-by, both male and female. Becky is absolutely amazing and she is told that by foreigners, especially men, no matter when she comes out in public.

How things change with every decade that passes us goodbye. I was born in the late 1950s and grew up as a rock music magnet and long hairy strips of the time. I grew up when the girls wore short mini skirts and pants were more than a rarity so the standard if you want to look at the guys. My parents had their hands full of me, but I never really caused them pain until I was 17. I remember I was in Grade 11 and he was in Spring break. At the time, I had never heard of the great adventures of Spring break that today’s children know well. All I knew was that we had a few weeks off and I wanted to do something fun instead of sitting and letting go for two weeks. He was my best friend Kelly who brought me the paper that would eventually change my whole life. In the entertainment section was a review that one of my favorite bands of all time would play in our convention center room on Saturday night that was exactly halfway through the Spring break holiday.

Over the last ten years, I have come from a gentle, innocent, extremely naive 18 years of the Bible belt to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cock and pipe artist to find. I left the house when I was 18 to go to college in South California. My parents were very strict; My father is a Baptist pastor and my mother teaches the summer school and leads the church choir. They only agreed to go to school if I stayed with my aunt Sally, who lived in some college blocks. Sally was only ten years older than me, but had a master’s degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved it and felt that she, despite only 28 years old, would be a guardian fit for their sweet virgin girl. As we didn’t know.