Wife

Last Friday night I was at my good friend Larry’s, I had a few beers and I was watching a movie. His wife Lynn went out with some of her work friends. Around eleven o’clock, we just finished the movie and went to a poker program on ESPN.

Lynn walked a few minutes later and it was obvious that she felt no pain. Clearly, his evening with the girls had cost him a lot. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so we talked for a while about what was happening in our lives.

A message on the answering machine was the only notice of his imminent arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would be here to stay just 48 hours. She sighed deeply in frustration. Twice before she came to see him. The first time, several years earlier, it had been soundly rejected. It hurt her. The second was during a visit when he had undergone surgery on his shoulder. I can’t really blame him for not being sexually interested. He was suffering a lot. But she and Greg had talked to him several times as the man she could be with. It was certainly one of his fantasies. If it were to become a reality, it would be another story.

My wife is a charming woman, with long burning red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she has 5'8 with long legs in shape. Its silhouette is perfect with full and firm breasts measuring 39" that require a D-cup bra. His hips also measure 39" but there is no ounce of fat on it. She has the softest, tightest and rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Even though her broad hips give her a big ass, her small size of 24" ends on her hour glass silhouette.

I’ve been married to the wife of most male fantasies almost ten years now. These ten years have been punctuated by some love adventures that make others pale by comparison. Joy has always been a free spirit, but given his heavenly body, it was easy to ignore. During the first five years of marriage, we explored ourselves in every possible sexual way. I didn’t see how our love life could be richer.

Have you ever asked what your wife gets up when she’s at work? Is she coming back later than expected, and rushes upstairs to wash and change before even having the chance to exchange a few words? Does she avoid intimacy at the excuse that she had a difficult day in the office? Does she wear inappropriate underwear for work? If all this sounds familiar, you should read.

I’d like to tell you a story about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the service charged with an electric retail company. There were about ten guys serving all kinds of domestic appliances. We had some girls working on the help desk and customer reception on the stairs, but our floor was rather an environment dominated by men, so you can imagine the pleasure among the guys when our service manager used a very young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but she looked at her breasts swelling while she wrestled with the electric floor polisher every morning became a distraction. At 11:30, she would make tea and coffee and bring it around each of our offices on a plateau. Guys would always be mistaken, tickle her while she had the tray and usually have fun. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she came back as well as she had.

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.