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!”

You feel naked and scratched under your short skirt. It’s weird to be shaved. You haven’t felt that way since you were 12, and it’s all because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Before long you were sucking Al’s cock and your spouse were cutting your beautiful bush.

He was careful not to nick you, caressing your labia in lather and drawing the blade through your sensitive skin up to every little hedgehog was history. After you were naked, he sat down and admired you for a while, his friend still holding the ankles high and wide as he pushed deep into his throat. Then he licked you a bit, delighting your smoothness and the new feeling of your little bald pube as he slipped your wet folds and has in your mouth the sweetness of your vagina. He rolled it under his lips until you yelled at Al’s loins. Your knee attacker only took your sucking all the hardest as your husband got up to undo. Nudo now, his cock banged erect and bad look.

I found out my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn’t the kind of mood. She didn’t get mad easily. I was a little surprised a day by a small but sudden change of his mood. We were at the mall, and she asked me to come with her in one of the boutiques of those chic women where she would leave a dress to be altered she had bought there before. She left me waiting for the cash register while she returned to the dressing room to drop the dress. When she left she was in her usual pleasant and cheerful mood, but then when she came back she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t. He only said that the tailor was there, and that he would alter the dress, but before he needed to measure it. She told me she was coming back and then she went back to the dressing room. It’s weird, but when I saw her go, I thought about her body.

Strange how life runs out! As a great studio lawyer now doing pro bono work for the court I met an old girl; Well, I actually hoped she’d be my girlfriend in college.

Sally B was still gorgeous at 35 and I recognized her first and then when I said her name while sitting in my office laughed and said, TIMMY! I could never forget that beautiful body, and I guess she couldn’t forget a fat, lean girl. Then we shared the usual old-time stories. Who married, who divorced.

It was my graduation year in college when I took my first Big Black Cock. I remember the day vividly fixing in the mirror in the bathroom and smiling at what I was looking at. A beautiful face with full lips and blue eyes and a head full of big blonde curls. I was dressed in a new tight skirt that I had just bought and a lovely little canoe. How sad I was was wasting such a cute dress on a boring night at my friend Neena’s house. I had no bra on top and still my gorgeous tits hung perfectly with not a pinch of sag. I checked my hands in front of the shirt and over the nipples. I was so excited and stuck here with not a male in sight.