Ray my husband was out of town working. I’ve been driving several hours away from where he was. He called all the time and went to town on weekends to spend time with him. I always had a very active sex life and my husband was also very active. We fucked all the time. We are openly enough and shared our fantasies openly, but we never really lived them. The closest we came was in a hot tub, one night, which brought us out together like another couple made near us. My husband had one of me with another man. I have to say I found it attractive, but I just thought it was fancy.

We sat at McDonalds talking while she ate her double-cheese burger. We talked about everything from George Straight concerts and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a security guard, to things that we all experienced. He was a perfect gentleman to compliment her to take her napkins for the catch-up she was dripping from her burger. Finally after a while she asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she responded quickly with yes! We got in the car and went to the motel and he followed us.

My wife looks like a bitch. He always looked that way, as far as I know. He only has a little more than five meters high with big breasts. The guy who needs a bra to hold them up and prevent undue roll. She is not an impressive beauty, but she has that look that guys know. That, “I could be a bad girl for the right guy” kind of look. Its large mouth and engraved lips adds to its slutty look. She didn’t act like a bitch when I first met her and then I married her.

He opened an eye, but his whole world was still one of the darkness. He felt something around his face, like a mask. He made her become cold with fear while she began to regain consciousness. Ronnie tried to move, but he couldn’t.

He felt the rope wrapped around and around his body, ensuring it strictly to a tight couch. His wrists were tightly tied together and then pulled behind his head where they were fixed on the back of the sofa.

I did, and you know that imagination is a horrible thing to waste. See that I came home from work an incredibly horny night. My husband, on the other hand, was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait for him to come home. We didn’t get along first and I was ready to fix it, but now it really pissed me off.

Frustrated like all hell, I decided to go out when he left and find my fun. I was pretty sure the bastard was cheating and I was tired of playing the second violin. After all I was too excited to sit at home and twiddle my thumbs. So I got a shower and put on a low-cut blouse (sheer arm), short skirt and 4 inches fuck me pumps. You know those who say “Cum fuck me now!”