Chapter 30 How did they become sluts (30) Christina

Original author's explanation: I did not write this story, it should be considered to be copied by me.

A few months ago, I received an email from a woman named Christina telling me that she really liked a story I wrote about a slutty wife.

A week later, she sent me another email and made a good comment on another story from me.

At the end of the letter, she wrote: I have become one of the lewd and slutty wives you describe. If I have as good writing skills as you, I will also write about how I went from a reserved woman to a slutty wives my husband said.

I replied to her and told her to send me the relevant materials so that I could write her story for her.

She agreed and soon received her material.

After reading what she wrote, I immediately realized that she was actually very humble in saying that she could not write it. The following story about her was actually just the material she sent me, which I posted intact.

Some of the changes are that I deleted some information that might reveal her true identity. Writing this information in the story may cause trouble to her real life.

Her story was a great motivation for me, and I also wanted to write my own whispers by my pillow. I hope it can be completed quickly and posted as soon as possible.

Okay, without further ado, let Christina use her own words to tell you about her psychological journey towards a lewd wife.

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From: xxxxxx@yahcm Send date: Wednesday, March 8, 2006 5:08 pm Topic: The material below my notes covers everything last year, I hope these are useful to you.

I am not a writer, I just took a note of my past life experiences. Please read it patiently.

For many years, my husband has been addicted to stories about slutty or slutty wives, and every time he reads these stories, he will print them out and put them next to my pillow, so that I can easily see them when I settle my children and prepare myself to go to bed.

I have to admit that his move worked really well. Although he couldn't make sure I could read it, at least he found an opportunity to start our conversation around us.

So, over the past few years, I have read a lot of stories like this.

99.8% of the stories my husband prepared for me were stories about his slutty wife.

Let me introduce myself first.

I am 33 years old and very beautiful, and my figure is like a model showing the most dreamy sexy lingerie brand Victoria's Secret. I'm very smart and sexy. If a boy from the Kennedy family saw me, he would think I was Marilyn.

Monroe is reincarnated.

Haha, it seems a bit unfair to say that, but that's true.

Of course, I am also a wife (with over 10 years of sex history) a mother and a working woman.

If my husband just wants to learn about some of my sexual fantasies, I think I can still accept it.

Of course, it may make you feel a little strange.

But, he told me that he would never ask if the sexual fantasy I mentioned actually happened or if it was very tempting to implement it.

What makes my husband feel very upset is that I am not a slutty wife, at least I haven't had sex with other men.

He has been trying to discover my secret side for many years.

As I said, if he wants to read a story about a wife who is out of trouble, or even more so, a husband who is witnessing a wife who is out of trouble, I promise to find them all on my pillow.

But, this is not what he wants, what he wants is my true story.

However, except for my refusal to sleep with other men under his gaze (not just sleeping, of course), he really has nothing to complain about in our couple's sexual in life.

Believe it or not, my husband has been full of the above crazy desires since we got married.

He once begged me to have sex with a bartender who served us when we went to a honeymoon in a resort, but I politely refused him.

After returning from a honeymoon vacation, my husband showed all his friends and colleagues the photos of me playing in a bikini.

I felt a little embarrassed when those men were circulating on social occasions seeing photos of me almost naked. I begged my husband not to post photos everywhere, but it didn't work.

Later, when I saw him taking a digital camera at me, I felt a little nervous. I was really worried if he would post the photos to the Internet.

I was still a little proud to see my husband show my photos to his friends and colleagues proudly.

Because being a husband can show his wife like this, it means that he loves me very much and likes my beautiful appearance and sexy figure.

If he can guarantee that the photos he took for me were just for his own appreciation, I would allow him to take them no matter how he took them.

When I go out with him, I will dress myself sexy and even expose myself according to his preferences. When other men look at me lustfully, my husband will be very proud, which makes me feel very excited and exciting.

So, I am also very attentive to him.

You may understand that I still enjoy it in my heart that it can attract men's attention in a mall or at a meeting.

I understand the meaning of a vase wife, and I understand that men want other men to envy themselves for marrying a wife with a particularly attractive appearance and figure.

But why do men then share with others not only?

When another man appeared in front of another man with his vase, he could say proudly: Look at such a woman, don’t you?

However, when he shared his wife with other men, she was not only a vase that could only be admired with envy, but also a gadget that other men could play with.

Is there anything else to be proud of like this?

This is what makes me very confused.

Is it because her husband has the right to give them a chance to be complacent?

Or, this further shows that the husband has the right to control everything over his wife?

I used to think with great certainty that my husband, like some of the husbands in the stories I read, longed for and waited to see his wife cheat, but once his wife did something that was sorry for them, they immediately became furious.

However, my husband's behavior proved that I was wrong.

More than a year ago, I had to leave home for a 7-day training and business meeting a week.

After returning home after the training and meeting, my husband Gary asked me if something happened during the training. I answered No, but deliberately retained some ambiguous expressions. I wanted him to pester me and wanted to see what he was anxious to learn more.

Finally, under his constant entanglement, I pretended to collapse (even cry), admitting that on the night of the training, I was drunk and did something dirty in a man's room.

Just as I pretended to beg him to forgive me, he hugged me and said thank you loudly.

He said he felt very sorry for not seeing me having sex with another man, and he asked me to tell him all the details.

I made up a story about me being with a cruel man who used all kinds of means to rape me and torture me.

My husband was so excited by this story that he was entangled with me all day long, and his hands never left my body.

We had sex almost for the next three days.

anywhere in the house, at any time, whenever you have the chance, Gary would have inserted his hard cock into me.

On the fourth day, I confessed to Gary that nothing actually happened, and that story was made up by me.

Gary was very disappointed when he heard this, and he didn't want to believe what I was telling the truth.

A week later, I finally convinced Gary that he believed that nothing had happened (I really did nothing) but he still kept asking me to tell him the details of the crazy sex between me and that man that night.

So, I made up stories for him again.

I admit that the story of my cheating made him very excited and enjoyed it very much. His excitement and enjoyment also aroused my passion.

And, to my surprise, he was willing to believe that the stories I told were all real, so I had to make up different stories time and time again to cater to his needs.

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Records of some major events last year: In March 2005, in order to celebrate the excellent benefits achieved in the previous year, our company held a grand and prosperous awards banquet.

I had a great time that night and was so crazy that I felt a little tired for the next week.

My husband doesn’t like this kind of social activities, and he usually won’t accompany me.

He said he would rather stay at home to take care of the children, and he would save money from hiring hourly workers.

But I later figured out the real reason, because he wanted to give me some chance to play wildly, and he was afraid that I would be more restrained because he was by my side.

The awards banquet was held in a very high-end hotel, and the food and wine were too good to say.

The banquet ended around 10 pm. It was obviously too early to go home at this time, and it did not fit my plan to have an affair.

So, I made an appointment with two married female colleagues in the company and went to the bar of the hotel together after dinner.

The bar is bustling with many guests and is quite crowded.

As soon as we entered the bar, we were targeted by the men and kept inviting us to dance.

At about 11 o'clock, the two colleagues said it was not early and it was time for us to go home.

For women who have had a romantic encounter in my plan, it was still too early to go home at this time, but I didn't want them to think I was going to stay here and wait for the man to take him away, so I left the bar with them and came to the parking lot behind the hotel.

After their car left, I returned to the bar again.

I was sitting alone in the bar, something I hadn't done in many years, which made me somewhat excited.

After a drink, I danced with two very gentlemen and followed one of the men back to his seat.

The man was named John, and I told him that I was married and it was rare to have such an opportunity to come out alone. I just hoped to have a quiet drink and dance with a man who felt good.

He said he certainly hoped for more pastime, but that was good.

It was almost midnight, and the dance music became slow and long. When we danced, our bodies couldn't help but get closer and closer.

During the pleasant conversation and dance, time flies quickly, and I suggest going to a nearby 24-hour restaurant for a cup of coffee, John happily agrees.

When I left the bar, I went to the bathroom first and took off my bra and panties.

When I went home, I planned to let my husband see me wearing underwear (I wake him up if he slept). After drinking coffee, John accompanied me to my car.

John acted very gentlemanly all night, and when he was about to break up, he asked to kiss me, and I agreed.

Oh, the kiss felt so good, even though he just gave me a light kiss on my tightly closed lips.

We said good night to each other, and then, while shaking hands, he kissed me again.

This kiss was much more passionate, and his tongue was directly into my mouth and stirred with mine.

I think if John and I continue like this, something John and my husband are looking forward to will happen one day.

While kissing John, I imagined everything that might happen.

But when I felt John's hand slipping into my skirt and about to stroke my pussy, I quickly pushed him away and got into my car.

John asked me with some frustration: Is there still a chance to change your mind?

No, there is no chance.However, I really want to thank you very much for making a married old woman feel very happy.

I drove away quickly and felt a little difficult to breathe.

I think this is probably the effect of alcohol, or maybe married elderly women are no longer used to such occasions.

Thank God, John is really a very gentleman.

I got home around 2:10 am.

Just now, facing the mirror in the car, I messed up my hair and applied lipstick.

When I pushed open the bedroom door, I saw that Gary was not sleeping.

He greeted me and I asked: Hello, why haven’t you slept in Ah?

It's Ah, I haven't slept yet, I'm waiting for you.Are you having fun?

he asked with concern.

Very happy Ah.

Has the banquet ended until now?

It's not Ah, the banquet ends at 10 o'clock.

Oh, then why are you going home now?What did you do to Ah?

I reached out to take off my coat, let him see that I was not wearing a bra, and said: We went to the bar to drink and dance.

As I said that, I unbuttoned my skirt and threw it on the floor.

Where are your underwear?

In my bag.

Oh, do you have anything to tell me?

I looked at him with a smile and said, "I drank a few glasses of wine, danced a few songs with a few men, and then told each other some jokes or something."I had a great time and nothing else.

When I talked, I deliberately pretended to have some expressions that I hadn't said it, as if what really happened was not as simple as drinking and dancing.

Without wearing underwear and telling each other some little jokes, it seemed to hint to him, and Gary pressed me on the bed with great excitement, and before I could take off my stockings and high heels (he didn't let me take them off), she violently started having sex with me and did not stop until dawn.

At night, I had just coaxed the child to sleep, and he immediately pulled me to the bed and started having sex again.

This is another happy sex life for my husband and I since I came back from the last time I attended the training and business meeting.

For quite some time since then, I was imagined by my husband as a lewd wife, listening to the cheating stories I made up while having sex with me desperately.

First Friday: I went to the bar alone on the first Friday night of the month because of the company's awards party.

I've been to the bar for the past two or three years, but I'll never stay there until more than 8pm.

But this time I told my husband that I had a great time having fun at the banquet and at the bar and that I would go out to play again.

He seemed very excited when he heard this and said happily that he would definitely wait for me to come back.

What's wrong with this man?

On the first Friday of April I went to the Friday Happy Hour Bar where I drank and joked.

However, when the time came to 9 pm, I couldn't help but ask myself secretly: What am I doing here?

There is no one here that I am willing to spend this time with.

If I have to stay for another four or five hours before I can get home in order to please my husband, what should I do?

After thinking for a long time, I decided to go to a movie.

In the cinema, I messed up my hair and clothes while watching movies so that my husband could believe that I did something bad again.

From Friday night after home to Saturday and Sunday, it was almost a replica of the awards banquet night, my husband was extremely excited and kept having sex with me.

By the time I went to work on Monday, I was a little shaking when I walked, and the soreness and fatigue between my legs made me feel very uncomfortable.

We had sex until dawn after I got home on Friday night; then from noon on Saturday and until Sunday morning, Gary had sex with me so much that I fell asleep while he was still twitching.

On Sunday night, he did it with me five more times from the time I coaxed my child to sleep until the next day before I went to work.

The first Friday of May was in a newly renovated hall and a large group of us had a great time.

Discounted prices, free aperitifs and intoxicating music are all fun.

My friends and a few colleagues made an appointment to play here until four in the morning.

Later, they went home one after another, and I decided to go to the bathroom and then go home too.

As I walked on the aisle leading to the bathroom, a man sitting next to the table gently pulled my wrist.

How about dancing, beauty?

He sat with three other men.

Very good, but I have to go to the bathroom first.

I replied.

Just as I broke away from his hand and was about to leave, he pinched my butt.

After returning from the bathroom, I walked up to the man and said, "I decided not to dance with you anymore because you are too rude."

At this time, a man at the same table with him invited me to dance with him. I agreed. I wanted to remind the rude man in this way that it is not that I don’t like dancing with men, but that I just don’t want to date rude people.

Then, I danced with the other two men at the table respectively.

Finally the man I danced with invited me to sit with them, and warned the rude man again in this way, and of course I agreed.

He wanted to kiss me while dancing with one of the men again.

I knew that the rude man over there was looking at us jealously, so I happily accepted his kiss. I really wanted to be greedy for the man who pinched my ass again.

Then, while dancing with two other men, they kissed me too.

Their kisses became more and more passionate and more erotic, and finally completely excited me.

The reason why I allowed them to treat me like this was to upset the man who was molesting me.

For the next two hours, the men took turns buying wine for me, dancing with me, and teasing my sexual desires.

I was getting more and more frivolous, and when a man grabbed my hand and pressed it against his bulging crotch, I didn't move my hand away.

Seeing that I didn't reject him, the man began to kiss me with a slight urgency, and I sucked his tongue slutically and stroked the hard penis in his pants.

After a while, the man couldn't help but unzip his thick and long penis and put it in my hand. Instead of pushing him away, I slowly masturbated for him.

At this time, the man who had just pinched my butt could no longer hold it back. He stood up and left our table angrily.

Then another man asked me to dance with him. I let go of the penis in my hand and followed the man down the dance floor.

It was midnight, and the dance music turned into a soothing and gentle music. I took turns hugging and kissing a few men, their hands constantly stroking my body. I like this feeling very much.

The strange man's big hand reached into my skirt, rubbed my plump ass, and played with my breasts through his top, rubbed my protruding nipples.

When they got back to their seats, they would take turns sitting next to me and let me masturbate for them separately.

All night, either they held me in their arms or stuffed my penis into my hands.

I knew in my heart that fortunately they were all present. If only one man was so close to me, he would definitely have fucked me tonight.

Although I have a great desire and a strong sexual desire in my heart, I know that once I let one of them do it, they will definitely do it.

But, I can't do that.

What surprised me a little was that these men were more law-abiding.

When I said goodbye to them, they did not bother me anymore, and one of the men took me considerately to my car.

In the parking lot, we hugged and kissed each other for a few minutes. Then he got into my car again, unbuttoned my clothes, and held my breasts and rubbed them hard.

Then, he opened my skirt and inserted two fingers into my vagina and started thrusting.

At the same time, he also asked me to hold his exposed penis and masturbate for him.

I was fascinated by him and I didn't know what I was doing.

Just as he put me down in the car seat and his penis almost penetrated into my vagina, I suddenly woke up and pushed him away quickly, drove him out of the car, and then drove away.

It was so dangerous that I almost lost my virginity.

After returning home, Gary was still waiting for me.

I only told him that I was dancing and drinking with the men in the bar, but he found the man's semen on my skirt and also noticed that my underwear was completely wet with vaginal fluid.

Over the following weekend, I think, I don't say you should know how we spent it.

The first Friday of June has no special records.

A large group of us went to another bar and went back to our house until about 10 pm. We all felt a little tired after working for several consecutive days.

Since nothing special happened, my husband felt a little disappointed.

He told me that he didn't have to wait until Friday night before going out to play. He hoped to give me more opportunities and give him more fantasies.

There is still no special record in July.Most of this month is spent entertaining relatives who come here for vacation.I didn't have time or opportunity to go out and I couldn't get Gary excited.

Interns party and bar lounge night in August, my colleague Cron organized a party of interns and his women to celebrate the interns’ 21st birthday.

This party was very perfect.

The intern was named Danny, who had finished his internship with us and was about to go back to school. Thursday was his last night here, so we decided to hold a dinner party for him on Thursday night.

He will come to the boss's office again on Friday.

Get his internship evaluation report and meet with all his supervisors during his internship.

During lunch on Wednesday, Kron took us to the Adult Products store to buy Danny a teasing birthday gift.

That afternoon, we were almost amused by the gift we chose.

Cron asked us to try to dress as sexy as possible when we go to work on Thursday.

I wore a suit with only lace bras and thongs inside.

Before attending the evening party, I went to the bathroom, took off my bra, and rolled my skirt upwards a few inches.

Due to the hot weather, I did not wear stockings and pantyhose, but only barefoot in high heels.

We all looked very sexy as we climbed into Mary's van (she volunteered to be the stationary driver).All five of us women are married and have children.

Under the leadership of Kron, we came to a Chinese restaurant with very particular decoration, and we booked a large private room here.

During the meal, each of us drank a lot of wine and champagne, and everyone was excited.

After the meal, it was time to take out the gift we prepared for Danny. When we opened the packaging, the gift we carefully selected and prepared made the whole private room burst.

That gift was a beautiful Barbie doll for men to have oral sex.

As we delivered the gift to Danny seriously, his face turned red.

Everyone laughed loudly, urging Danny to try that beautiful gift quickly, let's see how he uses that gift.

Danny was embarrassed by everyone, and he blushed and refused everyone's advice to try him in public.

There was romantic and lyrical music playing on the speaker, and Cron turned off all the lights in the private room, leaving only a few candles for lighting, and then she was the first to hug Danny and dance.

Then, several of us women took turns dancing with Danny, teasing and caressing each other during the dance, and even having some deep kisses.

I really like this feeling.

Whenever it was my turn to dance with Danny, he would press his hands on my chest, caress my protruding breasts, and press his hands on my butt, rubbing my butt eggs while pushing my body towards his lower body, allowing his hard penis to tightly touch my lower abdomen.

I was very surprised that the protrusion on his lower body was so majestic, and I even wanted to pull him into the corner and take off his pants and take a closer look at what a huge object the protrusion inside was.

In fact, just when I was really going to do this, Mary came over and grabbed him and asked him to dance with her.

After we had played with Danny for about an hour, we left the restaurant together.

Everyone got into the Mary's minivan and went back to the company's parking lot to pick up their cars.

Cron asked Danny to sit in the last row of seats with her, and as soon as the car started, she started blowjobs for him.

Although we were all sitting in the front row, we could still see some clues from their movements.

Danny was very grateful for the birthday party we held for him, so he accompanied us to our car one by one.

I took a few steps back and wanted to be the last person to pick up the car.

When Danny was the last one to walk to my car with me, I hugged him and kissed him hard.

He responded to my kiss warmly, reached into my skirt to stroke my butt, and I pressed my hand against the big bulge in front of his lower abdomen.

A few minutes later, we both got into my car, and my top was taken off by him, and my hand was holding his hard cock.

Oh, his penis is so big!

Before marrying Gary, I had sex with several men, and Gary's penis was considered large, but Danny's thickness still surprised me and me.

I looked at it, stroked it, thinking to myself, since Cron, who is married and has children, can have a blowjob for Danny, why can't I?

I looked at Danny and asked: Do you like married old women playing with your penis?

Of course, I like it very much!

Did Kron give you a blowjob just now?

It's Ah, very comfortable oral sex.

I will do it more comfortably than hers.

As I said that, I lowered my head and took his penis into sucking.

oh!I finally cheated!After getting home, if Gary is already asleep, I must wake him up.I was going to kiss his mouth and tongue and ask if he had tasted Danny.

During the two days that weekend, Gary had sex with me day and night again.By Monday morning, I almost ran away from Gary to work as if I had escaped from the cage.

The next night with Cron, on Friday night, I went out with Cron.

We were having supper at a country club while talking about last night’s party.

Cron said that the rule her husband set for her was: Not letting him know is not considered a harm to him.

So, he never asked where Kron went or what he did.

After we finished our meal, we stayed there for a while, danced a few dances with a few strange men, and then, at about midnight, Cron drove me back to the city and came to a large bar.

The bar was remodeled from an old warehouse or similar building, and there are different styles of themed bars on each floor of its four-story building.

We went directly to the fourth floor of the bar, where there was a relatively hidden dark lounge with sofas and couple seats, playing soothing and soft romantic music.

There was no dance floor there, so people could only sit around and have more secret conversations.

Cron and I found a sofa and sat down, and ordered two more glasses of wine.

Not long after, two handsome and burly men moved over and sat with us.

After a few chats together, we saw that Kron and the man who sat closely with her were silent. The reason was self-evident, and they were hugging and kissing.

So the man sitting with me also did the same thing, hugging me and kissing me.

After only a while, the man's two fingers were inserted into my vagina, and a few thrusts brought me to orgasm.

Of course, I was not willing to be outdone. I unzipped the zipper of his pants, took out his hard penis and moved it.

It didn't take long, and the man ejaculated in my hand.

I wrapped his cum in a napkin and put it in my handbag, ready to take it home for Gary to see it.

At this time, Cron told me that she was going to go to his place with the man who was sitting with her and asked me to get my car back by myself.

What I did in these two days was enough for my husband to be happy for a month.Now, I'm getting closer to the kind of slutty wife Gary hoped for.

After I carefully described all the details of the intern party and bar lounge night to my husband, Gary's wishes were even more swelling in September. He eagerly hoped that I could actually have sex with other men, so that he could literally put a cuckold on him that he had been waiting for.

We plan to go out for a vacation this month.

Before we were about to go out for a vacation, he pestered me and asked me to agree, and when he met the next guy who was stroking my breasts, he must have real sex with him.

I told him that he must have mental problems and he needs to consult a professional.

This time we went on vacation by the beach, we took our children and my mother-in-law with us, so nothing wild happened in the hotel room.

However, with my husband's mother taking care of our children, my husband and I had to go out to have fun almost every night.

One evening we went to a newly opened luxury club with multi-story entertainment and several indoor and outdoor bars throughout.

There was noisy music echoing in the club hall, and there were crowds of people everywhere. Among the crowd were retired elderly people, boys who had forged their ID cards and exaggerated their age, and of course, more were strong young people and mature middle-aged people.

In the club, my husband likes to watch me dance by being hugged and danced by all kinds of strange men. Some of these men are about 10 years younger than me, and some are over 20 years older than me, but they all make me excited.

A man about 5 years younger than me was dancing with me, putting his hand into my skirt from the front and stroked my pussy through my panties, while my husband was smiling.

Another time when we were going to the club, my husband asked me to get off the car at the club department and told me that he would park and asked me to wait for him inside.

Unexpectedly, I waited for nearly an hour but didn't see him coming to me. Later, I found out that he had come in long ago, quietly hid in a corner and observed me, looking forward to me doing something for him to see.

The strange men sitting around me kept inviting me to dance, and they all hugged my body tightly, stroked me, kissed me, stimulated my sexual desire.

In this club, I met many men who were full of desire for me.

But to my husband's disappointment, nothing special happened.

On Friday night, my husband and I went to the club again. My husband put me in the entrance of the club department again and said that he went to the parking lot to park and asked me to go in first.

There are many people in the club, shoulder to shoulder and bustling. Just passing by strange men has made me very excited.

I walked through the crowd and soon met a handsome man named Allen. He bought me a glass of wine and hugged me and danced in the crowd.

About an hour has passed, and I haven't seen my husband come in yet.

The feeling between Alan and me became more and more ambiguous.

When dancing, he always put his face on my face and even kissed me rudely. His movements were a bit scary!

I haven't experienced such a terrible kisser since I first started kissing a man in a girlhood.

He rudely licked every inch of skin on my face with his wet and hot tongue. He obviously didn't know how to stroke a woman's breasts to make the woman feel comfortable. His big hands pinched my nipples, as if he wanted to pinch it off. I had no choice but to leave him quickly under the pretext of going to the bathroom and decided that he would never look for him again.

After returning from the bathroom, I was struggling in the crowd. Finally found my husband, and said to him a little discouraged: Hello, let's go back, it's not fun anymore.

Of course, my husband was unwilling to waste the great time on weekend nights with his children and his mother, so we continued to wander around the club.

There is no way, there are people everywhere, and the overcrowded environment makes people interested greatly. Moreover, being harassed by Allen just now makes me unwilling to endure such uncomfortable rubbing anymore.

Although I was forced to dance by several men, I finally pulled my husband away.

Nothing else happened except for my husband watching me dancing by being hugged by another man.

On the last night of the holiday we went to that luxury club again.

My husband's old trick repeats itself, he goes to park the car, and I go in first.

When I squeezed over from the crowd to find a seat, many hands were caressing my body unrestrainedly.

After finally rushing to the bar, I ordered a glass of wine and looked around for free seats while drinking.

At this time, a very cute man walked towards me and told me that there was a free seat on the other side of his table and asked me to go over and sit.

I happily accepted his invitation and came with him to the table he and his friends occupied.

After sitting down, I looked at the four men at the table. They were all about 10 years younger than me, but they all had a strong back and a strong waist.

There is no need to say, which old cow doesn’t like to eat tender grass?

For the next two hours, I danced, kissed, stroked the young men, felt their hard penis rub and explore against my lower abdomen, and felt very excited, and even forgot that I was with my husband (not because I didn't see him coming in). Finally, one of the guys asked me if I would like to go outside and have some fresh air.

I knew what he wanted to do, but I was willing to take a risk with him, so I followed him to the beach outside the club.

We walked away together, all the way to the place where the club could not be shined, and away from the noisy crowd.

Sitting on the beach, we hugged and kissed each other.

We were all very excited, and my top was taken off by the young man.

Since I didn't wear a bra, my plump breasts were immediately exposed.

The hem of my skirt was raised to his waist by him, and his fingers were inserted into my vagina.

Just as our tongues were stirring and entangled in each other's mouth, his fingers pointed at me flexibly and cleverly, which quickly brought me to an orgasm.

After calming down for a moment, I lay down, unbuttoned his buttons, and pulled his shorts apart. Just as I was about to masturbate for him, I suddenly felt that my husband was nearby.

After holding his thick penis and gently tugging it in my hand a few times, I lowered my head and scratched his glans with my lips.

Then I spread his legs apart, held his testicles and rubbed them.

While playing with his testicles, I quickly licked his tongue up and down between his glans, urethra and coronary groove. Then, I put his entire penis deep into my mouth and pushed the glans to my throat.

Finally, I shook my head up and down and moved his penis, then spit out the guy who was as hard as an iron rod by me and sat up.

Looking at his eyes affectionately, I kissed him gently, my tongue wandering in his mouth, making his tongue entangled with mine, and at the same time, my hands were still tugging his cock hard.

After a while, I spit out his tongue and buried my head again to have a blowjob for him.

His hand was pressed on the back of my head, pressing hard downwards as my head undulates, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper into my mouth.

At this time, I felt my husband's eyes staring at the back of my neck again, and he must be watching me nearby.He was there, I knew he was there, I could feel it.

I spit out his penis, and I used my tongue to circle his glans, carefully licking the liquid that oozed out of his urethra.

Then, I licked his testicles all the way down, and sucked a heavy testicle into my mouth and bit it lightly.

Spit out the huge meat egg, I turned around and returned to his glans, licking around his urethra again.

After a while, I put the purple-red glans like a big mushroom head into my mouth again, and then swallowed it hard, allowing the glans to penetrate directly into my throat.

When his glans hit my throat, I felt his scrotum begin to contract, and the muscles in his butt began to arch upwards. Then, three or four streams of semen hit my esophagus wall hard.

As the semen ejaculated, I felt some sticky liquid flowing into my stomach.

I continued to suck his cock until I sucked the last drop of semen into my mouth, and then I spit out my slowly softened penis and got up to kiss him.

I put my tongue into his mouth and let him taste my own semen in my mouth.

Finally, our mouths separated reluctantly.

I really can't believe I did such a thing.

On such an unobstructed beach, in the surrounding environment where people walk along the beach, I was ashamed to give a teenage boy who was a boy who was a little older than me (I later learned that he was only 18 years old, I thought he was twenty-four or five years old). After that, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and went back to the club with the boy.

As soon as I sat down in my seat, a boy invited me to dance.

By the time we got back from the dance, Brian had already told his mates what we were doing on the beach.

Therefore, the few of them became even more presumptuous towards me.

Every time I was invited to dance, two people would sway me in front and back, shaking in the dance floor, a hard penis pressed from behind against my crotch, and the other rubbed against my mons pubis from the front.

If I hadn't been wearing a skirt and underwear, they would have been inserted into my body long ago.

I was so excited, so excited, so lewd, and when Sam asked me to go out for a walk on the beach with him, I agreed without hesitation.

We walked to the place where Brian and I were sitting just now, hugging and kissing tightly, his fingers inserted into my vagina again, quickly bringing me to orgasm.

My legs became weak and I lay on my back on the beach, spreading my legs wide, calling Sam and letting him fuck me here.

Sam rushed onto me excitedly, his thick penis pressing against my lower abdomen, moving to get ready to insert it.

But I held his glans and asked him to put on a condom.

Unfortunately, Sam told me embarrassedly that he didn't carry the condom on his body.

There was no way, we could only use our mouths and fingers to help each other reach orgasm, and then return to the club.

When I walked to the club department, I didn't go in with Sam because I knew that once I sat with those young people again, they would definitely ask me to come to the beach with them, first Randy, then Phil, and then there were probably others, and now I was so excited and so excited that I might make them fuck me without a condom, and that would have caused big trouble.

At the club department, Sam and I hugged and kissed each other for a while, and then we broke up.Just as I was walking towards the parking lot, my husband caught up with me from behind.

God Ah, it's so lewd!Why don't you let him fuck him in?

My husband said excitedly.

Because I don't want you to raise a child who is not yours in the future.

Ah?Why?

He doesn't have condoms.

Oh, so Ah, then you did it right.

We were both very excited and started fucking directly in the back seat of the car.Later, on the way back to the hotel, we stopped the car twice and fucked it in the back seat.

The vacation is finally over and we go back to our original in life.

In October, I finally did such a lewd thing. I broke through the moral bottom line. I was messing with strange men. I committed adultery. I completely violated my oath at the wedding.

I completely became a slut, a wandering oriole, an unfaithful woman, a broken flower and a willow.

But, I like it!I do!

After returning from vacation, I took a course to train trainers.

The instructor of that course was a young contracting company manager named Brad.

During class, he always stared at me from time to time, as if he was interested in me.

On this day, after the day's training course, Brad's company hosted several of our trainees (2 men and 5 women) to a luxury restaurant for dinner.

Of course we have to go to eat Ah, after all, our company paid him a large amount of training fees.

After the meal, Brad asked me if I would like to visit his hotel room, and I happily agreed.

He is a tall and strong man. When I was in training classes, I always spent a lot of time staring at his body, thinking in my heart that I didn’t know how he performed in bed.

I found an excuse to go to the bathroom, took the time to call my husband and told him about Brad's invitation to me.

My husband replied: Remember all the details carefully and tell me what happened when you come back.

After I came back, I told Brad that I would go to the hotel to find him later.He said he would wait for me in the lobby of my hotel, and I asked: Let me tell me the number of your room.

Brad must have been waiting for me behind the door of his room. After I knocked on the first time, the door opened immediately.

I walked into the door slightly reservedly and placed my handbag on the table.

I had already crossed the moral bottom line, so there was no need to pretend to be shy anymore. Just when he was still asking me something to drink, I had already taken off my clothes.

The skirt slid along my thighs to the floor, and I said to him: You really want to waste your time treating me something, right?

Walking up to him, I pushed my lips to him, while reaching out to unbutton his belt and unzipping him.

He hugged my body tightly, stretching his tongue into my mouth while unbuttoning my bra and throwing it on the floor.

At this time, his pants had also slid onto his ankles. I spit out his tongue and said: Take off your shirt yourself, I will help you take off your socks and shoes.

I knelt in front of him, watching his hard cock shaking in front of me, reached out to help him take off his shoes and socks, and at the same time, I stuck out my tongue and licked his glans, teasing his sexual desire.

Then I stood up and let Brad hug me in his arms again.

He lowered his head and took my right nipple with his tongue twitching on my nipple, making my heart tremble.

I was wondering, what is this man going to do to me?

He was about to turn me into a completely degenerate woman and really cuckold my husband.

But, strangely, my husband and I enjoyed such depravity and shame.

While enjoying the sucking of my breasts by a strange man, I reached out to hold his hard penis and moved it hard.

I was guided by him to the edge of the bed, lying on my back, spreading my legs to wait for his invasion.

He moved his body and shrank down, trying to kiss and lick my pussy, but I stopped him.

Stop caressing me, my lover.Don't rush slowly anymore, don't be so gentle anymore, I hope my first time is fierce and fast.Come on, and immediately turn me from a loyal housewife to a lewd whore.Gentle caressing and kissing can come again after a while.

His sword pierced into my body fiercely. With three adjustments of angle thrusts, he immediately gave me what I needed most. Mad, fast, violent and fierce sex.

Want something ruthless and fast?

He said, come on, give it to you.

As he said that, he thumped my body like a pile driver.

Every time his penis was penetrated deep into my vagina, I felt his heavy testicles hit my anus, making a snap.

The angle of his insertion is very suitable. Every thrust can rub against my clitoris, bringing me wonderful stimulation.

I arched my lower body to meet his rush, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper and deeper.

I felt the pleasure of sexual desire constantly gathering deep in my vagina, so I wrapped my legs around his thighs, looking forward to the pleasure he brought me with orgasm.

Oh, fuck Ah hard!Yes, yes, try hard!Oh, my sweet Jesus Ah, I'm really going to be fucked to death by you!Very Ah, hard Ah, fuck me, Brad, yes, fuck me, fuck me...

I shouted loudly.

He still fucked me like a pile, making me moan loudly in my joyful mood.

Soon, I reached orgasm again, and involuntarily wrapped my legs around his back, shouting affectionately: Oh, Ah, fuck!

Suddenly, he also screamed, and a stream of semen shot directly into the depths of my vagina.

As soon as his ejaculation twitch stopped, I wanted to get up and suck his cock immediately, so that he could get hard again and continue to fuck me.

But to my surprise, he did not soften.

He held my body and pressed me, his penis continued to twitch slowly in my vagina.

The slow and long thrusts ignited my passion again, and I moaned loudly again, while his thrusts became more and more powerful and deeper.

Under his powerful rape, my body kept trembling, pleasure and orgasm intertwined, and the feeling of wanting to fly continued to spread in my body, making my emotions immersed in an excited state.

His hands stretched out from under my body, holding my two butt eggs, leaning hard towards his body, and thrusting harder.

And all of this is just the beginning of this crazy night.

This young man was so good in bed.

I've long forgotten what it feels like to have sex with a young and strong stallion (he's only 22 years old) and it's him who made me regain that extreme crazy feeling.

During one break between our sex, he told me that when he was only 14, one of his best buddy's sexy mom seduced him, took him to her bed and taught him how to please women.

Please believe me, that woman's education on him is really not in vain.

Brad is a very smart man who graduated from Caltech at the age of 19 and is now a program manager for marketing distribution, terminal sales and personnel training in his company.

There is no need to be detailed, and in short, we have sex five times together crazy and very satisfyingly.

The sex skills of this young man are really amazing. I secretly thanked that the first time I actually had sex with a man other than my husband, I found such a man who was good at using his tongue and penis.

I think I will definitely be like a lucky person who won the jackpot, and will be full of smiles and spring all day tomorrow.

At around 5 a.m., I left his room very reluctantly because he was about to catch a plane back to California.

Before breaking up, I gave him my phone number and told him that whenever he came here again, he would definitely call me.

I still have enough time to rush home, have another love with my husband, and then take a bath, change clothes, and drive back to the company to work.

God Ah, I'm so tired!

I feel that I am really old and it is not suitable to have sex so crazy again.

During the day, I called my husband three times and repeatedly determined whether he could really accept everything I did last night.

I want to give him some time to think about it seriously. It is one thing to talk about it normally, but now it is another thing to do it.

When I got home that night, my husband was still very excited. He asked me to settle the child in bed quickly and then anxiously wanted to be intimate with me.

I hope his feelings don't change over time because I can no longer look back.

Looking back, I carefully examined and thought about the whole thing.

It all started when he asked me to have sex with the bartender when we were on our honeymoon, and then he showed photos of me wearing bikini everywhere, wanted me to wear sexy and exposed clothes, and liked to watch me dancing by the stranger, and put the story of a slutty wife on my pillow.

Finally, he finally got what he dreamed of, and I hope he really feels happy for it.

On Sunday November, we attended a community gathering hosted by our neighbors.

Since the summer, many new neighbors have moved in in our community, so everyone has gathered together to get to know each other.

The theme of the party was football, but in my opinion, the host chose this theme mainly to show off his newly bought super large-screen TV.

He is the kind of guy who loves to show off himself, the largest pickup truck, the largest backyard and the biggest TV I bought now (but I guess his penis is definitely the smallest). Anyway, such a party gives us adults a chance to meet.

The party started at noon, and football matches were played on TV, and it didn't stop until midnight.

The host has a large basement that is decorated like a 13-year-old's bedroom (I really don't like him, are he too fond of showing himself?)

The basement was covered with posters and photos of his favorite team.

In his basement, he also stored a large beer barrel, and another one he placed on the balcony behind the house.

There were at least 60 people coming to the party, and they drank, chatted together and played until the evening.

Some women followed their husbands to drink, play cards, and chat in the basement, while others chatted in the kitchen upstairs, or watched videos in the living room.

There are people everywhere on the upper and lower floors of the house.

At about 9 pm, the owner blocked the door of the bathroom upstairs and was walking outside (maybe he was staring at me and following me?)

He seemed to be a little drunk and stood in front of me to block my way towards the hall.

He openly pressed his hand on my breasts, rubbed it hard, and said to me: All the men in our community have unanimously chosen you as the sexy woman in the community, and we all want to bring you to bed.

I didn't want to leave a reputation as a slutty woman in the community, so I pushed his hand away and told him sternly not to touch me like this, otherwise I would kick his eggs.

Then, I pushed him away without hesitation and went downstairs to find my husband who was watching the football game.

At that time, I really wanted to take my husband home immediately, but I didn't want that guy to think I was afraid of him (the host), so I stayed with my husband and it took about an hour before I left there and went home.

On Friday, December, the company held a relatively calm Christmas holiday party.

There was delicious food at the party, but the boss's fake speech was rather disgusting. There was no liquor or music, and everything seemed boring.

After listening to the boss's congratulations quickly, we spoke a few perfunctory words from each other and left each other, looking for a bar that could make us happy.

We switched to three different bars and left some colleagues in each bar.

In the end, there were only 10 of us left, so we went to one of the apartments together.

But I don’t know this person. He should not be from our company. Maybe he is a friend of one of our colleagues. He happened to meet him in a bar and went to his home together.

This person's apartment is very large and he lives with others.

After the kissing round, I found that there were a little more people than when I came in just now.

The room was steaming and the atmosphere was very warm. Everyone was drinking, enjoying the wonderful music, hugging and kissing in the dim lights.

This is a fun party.

After a while, I suddenly found myself sitting on a man's thigh.

This person is not from our company, and I can't call his name, but I sat on his thigh and kissed him passionately.

His hands were inserted into my clothes and stroked my breasts, and my hands were also fumbled in the bulging part of his crotch.

After a while, his fingers penetrated into my vagina.

I sat still and let him point and rape me for a few minutes. I thought it was because I was not feeling well because I was still wearing underwear. The angle of his fingers inserted was wrong, which made me feel a little painful.

So I stood up, took off my underwear and threw it on the floor, sat back on the man's thighs, spreading my legs apart, allowing him to touch my vagina more easily.

I look forward to him giving me an orgasm with my fingers, and I will also repay him by masturbating him.

Our tongues were whisked together, his fingers were inserted back into my vagina, and I pulled his hard cock out of his pants.

Since I sat on his lap and pressed the movement space, he patted my back and asked me to stand up first, then pulled my flat pants and unzipped it, took off my pants under my knees, and then held my hips and asked me to sit down again.

I was a little hesitant because if I sat down like this, his penis would probably be inserted directly into my vagina.

I started to struggle, but his hands were very powerful and he pulled me back to his thigh.

After struggling for a while, I never resisted him. He pulled him to sit on his lower abdomen, and his thick and hard penis penetrated my already very wet vagina.

I was a little worried and quickly lifted up, but I was pulled back by him immediately.

Just like that, up and down, I was undulating on his thighs, and his penis was thrusting in and out of my vagina.

It's incredible how could I do such a lustful thing.

In the crowded room, I rode on a strange man, swaying his penis up and down, and I didn't even know what his name was.

Every time I sit down, his cock will push to my G-spot, making my body tremble in the joy of orgasm.

As he and I moved up and down, I felt his penis getting harder and harder, and knew that he was about to ejaculate in my body.

At this time, he hugged my body tightly with his arms, his movements getting more and more rude and his thrusts became more and more fierce.

At the same time, someone started sucking on my left nipples. This double stimulation made me start moan loudly and my body trembled even harder.

I heard a woman beside me and said: Do you want to play too?

Another woman said: I really wish I had the courage to do so.

Then, someone suddenly bit my nipples on my right, which made me moan loudly again.

Suddenly, the man under me howled and pushed his penis tightly into the depths of my vagina. Then I felt his big cock beating inside, and a large stream of semen rushed into my uterus like a flood that broke through.

His penis beat and ejaculated several times before he reluctantly retreated from my body.

I was about to get rid of the two mouths sucking my nipples, but before I could sit up, another man pressed my body and inserted his hard penis into my slippery pussy.

I looked up and saw that it was Steve, a man who worked with me in the same office and had seduced me many times but failed.

He thrust and said excitedly: You don’t know, I have hoped to press you under my body and fuck you hard like now for so many years.

Why still resist?

Just now, everyone in the room saw me having sex with the first man, and I had become a complete slut.

Then come on, whoever wants to fuck me, let him do whatever he wants.

Steve gently thrust in my extremely wet hole, and each stroke was so long and so far.

I raised my butt to meet his invasion, hoping that he would penetrate deeper and deeper.

The mouth sucking my nipples stimulated me to moan again, and Steve's thrusts faster and faster made me almost yell, and my orgasm was coming again.

Steve grabbed my legs, placed them on his shoulders, and started to thrust me deeper and harder.

He fucked me for a long time, and it felt like several hours had passed. The climax of sexual desire kept rushing into my body. I couldn't help but shout: Oh, fuck!My God Ah!

I heard Steve gasping and said: Baby Ah, I'm going to cum.

I quickly shouted: Come Ah, come Ah, cum to me!Quick, hurry, all of them come in, all of them are cum to me!

Steve poked hard, and a large amount of semen flooded my vagina again.

As soon as Steve quit, a man shouted: This girl is going to be fucked by all of us!

Before he finished speaking, a penis immediately occupied the gap left by Steve.

This man I didn't know entered so quickly that I didn't feel that Steve had left me, and before I could put my legs down, I was carried on my shoulders again.

This unknown dick is much thicker than Steve's, and his movements are much more fierce than Steve's.

I moaned loudly, cried, begged him to fuck me hard.

My breasts were rubbed and torn, and my vagina was filled and ravaged by the stranger's big cock. I looked up and looked around. Many men stroked their penis and looked at me. I knew they would take turns to rape me.

Suddenly, I felt something wet and sticky pressing against my cheeks and rubbing between my lips.

I know it's a man's dick, and I know what he wants me to do.So I opened my mouth, put the cock that exuded a strong male hormone into my mouth, and sucked it hard.

I was completely lost in my sexual desire and lust. Only the male genitals in my mouth and vagina were left in my world. Those thick, hard and hot big cocks are the whole meaning of my survival. I never felt that I was living so happy and so happy.

After the penis in my mouth twitched a few times, I sprayed a large stream of semen into my throat.

Just as I was trying to swallow the smelly liquid in my mouth, I felt the penis in my vagina also squirting.

Then, in a moment, two new penis immediately occupied my mouth and vagina that had just been ejaculated into the semen, and then I was thrusting violently and unreasonably.

Among the men who gang raped me, a few were my colleagues, and more were strangers I had never met before. They rushed forward like running a relay race. Many people raped my mouth and vagina more than once, and some even raped my anus savagely.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

Everyone was wearing clothes and slipping away, throwing me naked on the sofa without even asking.

My body was covered with fishy semen, my hair and pubic hair were stuck into strands of hard brushes by the dried semen, and the sofa under me was filled with dirty liquid.

I stood up from the sofa, slowly moved into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and washed my dirty body with a warm and clean current.

After coming out of the bathroom, I passed a bedroom with open doors and saw that inside was the first man who raped me tonight. He was lying comfortably on the big bed and asleep.

When I saw him, I felt a little sad. He was enjoying the happy sleep after orgasm so physically and mentally, but I was suffering from the reincarnation of more than a dozen men.

Thinking of this, I was a little angry. I couldn't let him just sleep on my own as if he was fine.

So I walked into the bedroom, took off my panties, climbed onto his bed, and straddled his face.

I turned my vagina to his face, contracted the muscles of my vagina and anus, and tried hard down like shit, and finally squeezed out a few drops of semen and fell on his face.

Then, I quietly got out of bed, put on my clothes and left the house.

When I got home it was already past 3pm on Saturday.

As soon as I moved into the house with my staggering steps, my husband came up and asked with concern: What's wrong, my dear?Why didn't you come back all night?What exactly happened?

I was fucked, my dear.I was gang-raped by many men!I was almost fucked to death by them!

After the Christmas party, I never had sex with a man (extramarital).Is this material enough for you to write a story about a slutty wife?

Original author's description: Christina sent more materials.

Although I have told her that her material itself is a good story and can be published directly, she is still willing to ask me to help her organize it and then post it for her.

Just like the first piece of material she provided, I just helped her modify some content that might reveal her true identity so as not to have a negative impact on her life.

She still wrote all her information in the material. I am really worried that if those who know her see it, it will cause unnecessary trouble to her life.

It doesn't matter if you haven't read the material she gave me last time, but it's more interesting if you can read her story from the beginning.

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From: xxxxxx@yahcm Send date: Monday, April 10, 2006 at 5:16 pm Topic: Story Oh wow, Bob (original author name translator's note) Thank you very much for reading my story carefully and helping me delete information that may reveal my identity.

I especially like the part you rewrite the Interns Party.

If I posted it as I originally wrote, then once the people who worked with me read it, they would recognize who the person who wrote the article at a glance.

Then they will know all the dirty things I did, especially the things I had sex with a train man at Christmas party (hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

Last time I mentioned that I was gang-raped by men at Christmas party. When I got home, I told Gary all the details in detail and the story ended.Actually, there are some contents I haven't talked about yet.

That day, before I could take off my coat, Gary urged me to tell him all the details as soon as possible.

However, I was so tired that my body felt sore and painful everywhere by being tortured by a man. I really wanted to get into the comfortable bed and have a good sleep immediately.

However, this was obviously unfair to Gary, so I asked him to enter the bedroom with me, hugged him and sat on the bed and said: Dear husband, look, think about what kind of scene it would be if your wife was gang-raped by more than a dozen men!Those people fucked your wife's mouth, vagina and anus more than once.Come on, let me tell you carefully, but maybe I fell asleep as I was talking because I was too tired and sleepy.

Of course I don't mean I'm not asleep, Gary is a very amazing husband and lover, he is very good at flirting, making it impossible for me to fall asleep.

I don't care what others say about the difference between having sex and having sex. I just had sex with a dozen men in more than ten hours and felt very, very good (it was amazing! But I still didn't get the same feeling that Gary gave me when she had sex with me.)

When this man had sex with me, he fiddled my heartstrings like playing a violin. After he finished, I finally entered my dream leisurely with a sweet smile.

In fact, I didn’t need to explain this issue in detail, because you should understand the living habits of our couple from the materials I sent you last time.

But I couldn't help but want to say that Gary didn't let me stay alone that weekend. He was always with me and kept having sex with me.

Thank God, fortunately I still have children to take care of, which is my only excuse to avoid his entanglement.

After that party, I never went out again and my life was quite peaceful.

But in the company, the situation has changed subtly.

Steve, the colleague who gang-raped me at Christmas parties with other men, always looking for opportunities to approach me and hopes to have sex with me again.

But I didn't want to maintain any fixed or long-term sexual relationship with any colleague, so I kept rejecting him.

Finally, I was really entangled by him, so I told him straightforwardly that I didn’t want to maintain any long-term relationship with him and let him forget that one-night stand.

Seeing his sad look, I told him softly that I could only be arrogant and crazy at times like Christmas. If I happened to be in that mood next time during the holidays, maybe I might relive my old dream with him.

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On New Year's Eve, I also attended a New Year's Eve party celebrating the arrival of the New Year.

I think Gary would definitely want me to sleep with someone again, but I had to let him down.

The gang rape of Christmas parties has proven that I can do the most shameless thing a slut can do, but I want to be honest: Although what has happened in the past six months shows that I am a whore, I don’t want to lie on my back and let the men rape me all my time.

However, I didn't tell Gary about this because I didn't want to smug his interests, nor did I want to make my family unhappy about this matter.

However, I will try my best to limit my behavior from being too lewd.

When dating a man, I limit my time to the maximum once a month, although I may like this man very much.

On the first Friday of January, I secretly warned myself that after being gang-raped by more than a dozen men at Christmas party, I must not date the men who gang-raped me too closely, so I was quite cold to Steve's constant invitations to dates.

Of course, I also went out to dance with him and took a ride in his car, but we were limited to chatting.

I really hope he can understand that I do like him very much, but I don’t want to maintain a lover relationship with my colleagues or have sex frequently.

He said he understood what he meant, he would not disturb my life, but as soon as he finished speaking, he hugged me.

Needless to say, the next thing he was pointing at me, I masturbated him, and finally, let him ejaculate in my mouth.

At this time, I would regret doing this with him again. I used my underwear to wipe the vaginal fluid and semen in my mouth, and told him not to invite me out again.

I really need to live a good life with my husband.

I told him.

I guess he finally understood that I was not pretending to be reserved and pretentious, so I gradually stopped pestering me.

Nothing special happened throughout January, which made Gary feel particularly disappointed.

I did have many opportunities to date and have sex with men, but I didn't seem to be in the state and didn't spark any man for a while.

I do want to make Gary happy and want to do what he wants me to do, but I must at least feel myself.

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The first Friday of February, five of us women came to a newly opened lounge.

Kron (You still remember this Kron? It’s the slut, slut, a complete slut that called the interns party!)

I was here on the night of the opening of the lounge and she told us that this place was really a fun place.

My God!

This is simply a large human meat market, and there are really a lot of fascinating pieces of beautiful meat.

As soon as we sat down, Kron said to us: Hello, have you seen the tall, strong man with red hair there?It's the one standing next to the bar!He didn't know that he was the lucky one tonight, but he was actually attracted by me.Girls, he is mine!

The waitress came over and took the wine list we asked for. When she brought the wine back, she still had a bill that had paid for the wine.

She put down the wine, shook the payment slip in her hand and said to us: The 12 tables over there have already paid for you.

Which table is 12 tables?

Cron asked, and the waitress reached out to show her.

We looked over there together, and there were five men sitting at the table, all of whom looked like stylish men coming out of GQ magazine (a very popular gay magazine in Gay Queer Magazine, which often publishes large nude photos of handsome men).

When Kron saw it, he giggled and said: Oh, it's great, it's really easy to come and go.

What do you mean by Ah?

I asked.

It means that the man with red hair has become history, and what I need now is the blonde and blue-eyed young man in sportswear.

As she said that, she picked up her glass and raised it to the men, signaling her thanks for paying our bills.

Immediately, the blonde guy in sportswear seemed to hear what Cron had said just now, and he stood up and walked towards us.

He introduced himself that his name is Malfoy, and then said: I am a person who firmly believes in coincidence.There were so many tables around here, but we sat 5 people at each of our two tables.I think this coincidence indicates that we will become good friends, why don’t we put you together with our two tables?

Kron said happily without asking for advice from us: This is a good idea.

In this way, we became a party of 10 people.

For the next hour and a half, we drank and danced together, gradually forming a pair of two.

Garnis was always with Bill, then Marcia was with Hank, Beve and Joe each.

At this time I began to feel uncomfortable.

Do you remember I once told you that in January, I didn’t spark any man?

I still felt that way that night, but Malfoy seemed to be very interested in me.

But Cron really wanted to flirt with Malfoy, which put me in a dilemma.

Malfoy was the first man I felt a little bit since December and I thought I could do something with him what my husband Gary wanted me to do.

But if I had sex with Malfoy, it would inevitably make Cron feel uncomfortable, she would be very jealous and might destroy the relationship between me and her.

So, I decided to quit.

Just as I was about to say goodbye and go home, Cron leaned over and whispered in my ear: You slut!I hate you so much!Come on, he likes you, go and have fun with Malfoy!I wasn't really interested in Carl, but I found that the man with red hair dyed was still waiting for me, maybe he was the man I was destined tonight.

After saying that, Kron gently patted the back of my hand, stood up and walked towards the red-haired man.

I know Malfoy is mine tonight, and he must have wanted to do something special with me, although he hasn't said anything now.

However, I'll call Gary first.

Hi, dear.

I called you to tell you that I love you.

Well, well, yes, it's something.Would you mind if I go home late tonight?

But it will be very, very late, my dear.

Of course, that's what I mean.Can you agree?

I don't know yet.He hasn't taken action yet, but if he asks, I want to know in advance if you'll agree.

You know I will, my dear.I will tell you every small plot in this process.

After I returned to my seat, Garnis asked: Where have you been?

I called my husband and asked for leave.

After saying that, I turned to Malfoy and said: I told my husband that I will go home very late tonight.

Malfoy knew what I meant and looked at me with satisfaction.

He took me to his apartment and led me directly into his bedroom.

Less than two minutes into his bedroom, I was kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock.

He wanted to pull me up and let me lie on the bed, but I turned him down.

I want you to cum first, and then we go to bed and play slowly.

I said to him.

I licked and sucked his cock, rubbed his testicles, and let him ejaculate in my mouth, and then he took him to bed.

He and I were lying on the bed in a 69-style manner, licking and sucking each other's vagina.

As he pushed his tongue into my vagina, I also put his weak cock in my mouth, trying to lick and suck him to restore his anger.

Malfoy's mouth is good, and just licking and sucking gave me two orgasms.

Then he turned around and lay on me, spread my legs as far as possible to both sides, and then inserted it hard.

I kept screaming in his brave thrust, trembling and enjoying the pleasure of orgasm he brought to me.

After he ejaculated in my vagina twice, we hugged each other and fell asleep.

I woke up at about 5:30 in the morning.

I lowered my head and saw his weak penis hanging between my legs. A feeling of distress and pity made me unable to control myself. I leaned over and put the cute little thing into my mouth.

I only sucked him a few times before I woke him up. He got up and hugged him, letting me lie on the bed in a dog-like position, with my butt sticking high.

Then, he knelt behind me and inserted his penis into my anus with my sucking.

After getting another orgasm, I saw that it was getting late, so I quickly got up and put on my clothes. I wanted to rush home first, and then pack up and prepare to go to work.

By the time I rushed home, Gary had already gone to work, which made me feel a little unhappy.

I originally wanted to rush back and tell him about my rape by Malfoy, but it seemed that I could only wait until to tell him tonight (and every night in the next two weeks).

In February, something happened without sex (at least there was no sex at that time). My department head invited me to have lunch with him. During the meal, we discussed the work in the department. He asked about some things about how to expand the work, and I also talked to him about some of my thoughts and opinions.

After dinner, we went back to continue working.

Two days later, he called me to go to his office.

Chris Ah, now I want to talk to you about something very confidential. You must not mention it to anyone until this matter is officially announced.We have bought the XXXXX industry, so we need to organize a reception team to inspect and take over all six branches under them to understand and grasp the entire operation of those institutions so that after we take charge of those institutions in the future, they can operate normally.The people in this receiving group have a lot of time to travel, run back and forth between branches, and stay in hotels frequently.This work takes several months, so it is quite hard.I mean, are you interested in appointing you as a representative of our department to participate in the work of the receiving group?

Am I interested?

God Ah, of course I am interested!

I have been working in this company for 10 years, and I think not many people know about my existence. Now I finally have such a good opportunity to participate in a very important project in the company. This is really great!

I really want to climb up to his desk (or get under his desk, you know what I want to do) and kiss him well.

As I walked out of his office, I felt like I was flying in the air.This feels so wonderful when your value is recognized.

Gary's reaction to the news was expected.

His eyes were sparkling, thinking it was a great opportunity to realize those crazy fantasies.

I didn't want to ruin his excitement, but I still told him that we were on business trips for work, and I didn't want to act too lewdly in such a job as a risk.

The most important thing about this opportunity is that it is good for my career and I want to use it to have a positive impact on my work.

Finally, I told Gary that on the business trip, I would be a good little girl, or simply an ascetic nun.

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The first Friday of March is safe on the first Friday of the month.

We have always been busy formulating work plans for the reception team, working overtime often and getting off work very late.

The busy work made me feel very tired and I no longer want to go out to drink and chat with other colleagues.

There are four people in our acceptance group, including John from the Human Resources Department, Mike from the Marketing Department, Glenn from the Engineering Department and I from the Finance Department.

I'm sorry to tell Gary that it seems that in this team, these are all working relationships, because Glenn and Mike are eccentric men, and John is wearing fake headgear and beer belly, which is the type of men I hate.

The first stop we visited was Toledo, Ohio.

On the first day we spent a full day doing a preliminary audit of the branches there, and after returning to the hotel in the evening we all took a shower and went to the hotel restaurant for dinner together.

After dinner, we went to the hotel bar to have some wine and listen to the live band playing.

Glenn asked me to dance, but I refused.

I would love to dance, but we work in a small group like this and I don't want to be the factor that creates any discord among men.

An hour passed and we all had several glasses of wine.

During this period, I also rejected John and Mike's invitation to me to dance.

At this time, Glenn walked up to me and asked: Do you want to maintain a relatively relaxed atmosphere between us, or will you continue to be so nervous and cold throughout the journey?

What do you mean?

I asked.

To be honest, John and I both saw that party on Christmas night, and we hope to enjoy that passion with you.In fact, this has been something we are looking forward to since we learned that you are going to participate in this group as well.

What the hell are you talking about?

You don't understand yet?OK, let me explain it clearly.After the last Christmas party at the company, John and I went to Kevin's apartment like you.At that time, John was with his wife and didn’t have the chance to be intimate with you; and I happened to be with my girlfriend at that time, and I couldn’t have sex with you directly.We all hope to get our own opportunities on this business trip.

Have you both gone?Oh, it's so bad!I thought Steve was the only one of our colleagues who went there, and I asked him to swear to keep it a secret.How many people in the company knew about the matter that night?

John and I have never told anyone about this because we still want to have a chance to have a love affair.I think if Steve could keep silent, no one in the company would know.

Did Mike know, either?Can you guarantee that you have not disclosed to him that you are going to seduce me during this trip?

Of course, Mike didn't know at all.

You're such a bastard, Glenn!Why didn't I notice that you were there at that time?I originally wanted to make this journey a real job.I hope to improve this work.

We think so too, Chris.Please believe me, John and I will never mention this to anyone.Do you remember the last time we went to New York to attend a work seminar for the receiving group?We are a team, we are a team that will work together for several months, and I feel that we need to use intimate feelings to build the spirit of cooperation of our team.

Finally, I lay naked on Glenn's bed, with my legs spread apart, watching Glenn, John and Mike standing beside the bed, taking off their clothes (yes, I asked Glenn to call Mike too, because I thought it would be much easier to ask him to join in than to hide it from him). On the way to Glenn's room, I went back to my room first and put a contraceptive diaphragm in my vagina (I know, I know, you will definitely ask, since you want to be a good girl on the road, why do you have to carry that thing with you? I really can't answer). In addition, I also called Gary to tell him what was about to happen.

At the same time, I also told him that I would keep my phone on the phone so that he could hear the sound of us having sex.

After arriving at Glenn's room, I put my handbag and cell phone on the bedside table. If the battery is enough, Gary will definitely be able to hear the whole thing (indeed, the battery capacity has lasted until the end. But I didn't know until when I called Gary in the morning that he really heard the whole process). After three men took off their clothes, they climbed onto the bed and surrounded me one by one, and six hands were stroking my body. My nipples were pinched, my vagina was thrust by fingers, and my anus was also violated by one finger.

I moaned softly, and I liked the feeling of being played with by men.

If possible, I really want to jump up like a happy cat.

I shouted: Oh, oh, my God Ah!

I hope Gary can hear it.

Several men changed positions and Glenn moved between my legs.

Oh, God Ah, Glenn, just do that, come on, put your cock into my body and fuck me hard, my dear, let's fuck me to death!

I said loudly, trying to tell Gary.

Under the caress of several big hands, my body seemed to be on fire.

Mike lowered his head and bit my nipples on my right, which made me scream again.

Glenn's penis penetrated my vagina and I quickly lifted up to meet his adultery.

Oh, for Ah, Oh, God, so comfortable!

In order for Gary to clearly hear everything that happened here on my phone, I tried to scream loudly, I want you, I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard, Glenn, fuck me harder.

John moved over and put his penis on my face and said, "Open your mouth, my dear.

I opened my mouth obediently and let his penis penetrate my mouth along my lips.

I turned my tongue and licked his cock, trying to put the cock into my mouth as deep as possible until I couldn't help but vomit.

Glenn worked hard in and out of my body, and Mike rubbed my breasts hard. I felt the pleasure in my body gathering little by little, slowly piled up into a shocking orgasm. I moaned and screamed happily during the orgasm.

Glenn's thrust made me unable to myself, I couldn't help wrapping my legs around his waist, and my nails clenched into the muscles of his back.

Glen became more and more fierce as he fucked, and his breathing became louder and louder. I knew he was about to explode, which made my sexual desire rise again.

Glen cums very strongly, and he ejaculated so he still twitched slowly in my vagina until he was completely soft.

Then, he pulled out his already weak penis, rubbed it a few times on my pubic hair, and rubbed the liquid stuck on the glans before he reluctantly left my body.

Seeing that Glenn was done, John quickly pulled his penis out of my mouth, moved it under me, and occupied the position Glen occupied just now, while Mike took the opportunity to stuff his penis into my mouth.

Maybe it was because I was so excited when I watched them rape my mouth and vagina just now that Mike just stuffed his penis into my mouth and ejaculated.

He had so much semen that I didn't have time to swallow them all, and a lot of semen flowed out along the corners of my mouth and flowed under my neck.

Let me get harder, baby, let me get harder.

After Mike finished ejaculation, he did not pull out his penis from my mouth, but continued to thrust, while whispering to me to help him get harder again.

After John fucked him hard for a few minutes, he also shot his semen into my vagina.

At this time, I sucked Mike hard again, and he turned around. As soon as John left, he immediately inserted his penis into my already semen-filled vagina, and then he tried hard to thrust.

Oh, God Ah, so comfortable.

As Mike inserted, I couldn't help but scream again, fuck me hard, my lover, fuck me hard, fuck me hard, make me orgasm.

Over the next hour, three men took turns ejaculating in my vagina and then stuffed their penis into my mouth to help them suck hard.

I tried to yell as loudly as they gang-rap me so that my cuckold husband could know what I was doing at home.

Seeing that the three of them were at their last moments, I got up from the bed and told them that I was going to the bathroom. I grabbed my handbag and cell phone on the bedside table and went into the bathroom.

I closed the bathroom door, picked up my phone and said: Hello, my dear, are you here?

Can you hear our voice just now?

Good Ah, baby, I'm all doing this for you.

It's Ah, I love you too.Not to mention it now, they are still waiting for me.

After returning to the room, the three men came up together, hoping to have sex with me again.

What do you want to do now?

I asked.

We're going to fuck three holes in you together.

Glenn said.

I looked at the three hard cocks in front of me and said: OK, but I want John to fuck my anus.

The reason I asked John to fuck my anus was because his penis was the thinnest of the three men.Although his cock is long, it has a small circumference, so I won't suffer too much pain.

Glenn lay on his back on the bed and asked me to lean on him, and he inserted it into my vagina from underneath.

He held me tightly and let me lie down against his chest, then John stepped behind me, first applying some semen to my anus, then pressed his glans against the center of my anus.

In order to make Gary hear more clearly, I shouted loudly: Oh, yes, oh, yes, Ah, insert your big cock into my asshole, fuck my asshole hard, fuck my asshole hard!

As John's cock penetrated my anus, I screamed like a pig, and at the same time, I shook my butt and pushed back, hoping that he would penetrate deeper.

Just as John began to twitch his penis slowly, Glenn twitched underneath.

The two penis were separated by a thin layer of flesh membrane in my body. Every time I twitched, it seemed like I wanted to tear the flesh membrane.

Before I could get used to the rhythm of John and Glen, Mike couldn't wait to stuff his cock into my mouth.

In this way, I was fucked fiercely by three men from top to bottom, front and back like a sex toy.

Finally, we fell asleep tiredly after each of the three of them ejaculated in my anus.

The next morning, before I woke up, the three men started playing with me again.

John sucked my right breast, Glenn raped my vagina while Mike rubbed his stinky cock back and forth against my lips.

That's how I woke me up by them, and then I had love with them one after another.

During breakfast, I told them that although I really like having sex with them, we have to focus on our work next and can no longer just make love like this.

We still have 5 journeys to go. I will have sex with you once in each journey, but there is a condition that you must keep this secret and not let anyone know. Can you do it?

They agreed in unison, and we quickly finished our breakfast and rushed to the Toledo factory to start the audit work.

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I got home after the whole trip, and Gary couldn't wait to wait for me at home. He didn't let me stay alone for a moment, asking for fun from me.

Fortunately, something I thought must have happened didn't happen.

I used to be sure that once I got home, Gary must say this to me: Well, now it's my turn to go out and play with strange women.

I don't know what I would do if he said that.

To be honest, I didn't mind spreading my thighs at all, and let all strange men who wanted to rape me do whatever they wanted, but I couldn't tolerate him doing that too. I would never allow other women to share my husband!

If Gary cheated, I really don’t know if I would cut off his penis in anger, but at least he would find that I must be furious!

On that day, my husband accepted the invitation from the bastard neighbor and asked me to accompany him to the other person and watch the baseball finals of this season on his huge TV.

Do you still remember that person?

It was that bad guy. He used to rub my breasts at the door of his bathroom while we were visiting his house and told me that their neighbors chose me as the sexy women in the community.

After the game, I went to the bathroom (and again!)

When he came out, he stood at the door waiting for me again. I immediately warned him that if he stroked my breasts again, I would scream loudly so that all neighbors could hear it.

He pouted and said that I was such a boring woman. He just made a joke last time, and said that I didn't understand humor at all, wait, wait, wait, but thankfully, he didn't caress my breasts again this time.

I didn't mention a word about this neighbor to Gary.

The men gathered together and talked about how to keep the lawn, how to use lawn mowers or snowplowers, and competitions, or playing poker together.

I don't want to complicated their relationship by saying that guy harassing me, I think I can handle it myself.

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Sorry, there is nothing to say on the first Friday of April.That day, a group of us went to the Apple Bee Restaurant for dinner, but I was fine before and after the meal.

After dinner, everyone left, I went to a bar alone for a few cups of coffee, and teased the bartender for a while.

He once suggested waiting for him to take me home after get off work, but I was so tired that I couldn't wait for him to get off work, so I asked him to call a taxi for me to go home.

But he left his phone number to me.

The bartender is a handsome and handsome man, so I kept his phone number.

Today I took my son to swim at the Y swimming pool, where I met a father who took his daughter to play.

It was a very nice man, with a charming appearance and a gentle personality. We exchanged phone numbers with each other so that we could have a date together next time we had a chance to have a fun in the swimming pool.

Really good...

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Original author's description: Since Christina sent me two materials, "My Notes" and "Story", I have been in touch with her, and she has been constantly providing me with the transcript of her sexy wife's life.

Some may say that she has lost herself in life, but from her own perspective, she has learned to choose life and be cautious about the men she has dated.

I think, for her, I'm more like her online diary, or a little more I admit that although we haven't met and may never meet, I have a desire for her (she once sent me a photo of her, and I can be frankly speaking, she's the kind of woman who's fascinating). She's also my fan, a fan who really likes my work.

I get her two or three emails a week, where she tells me in detail what might happen, how it happened and in some cases.

Christina is far from as lewd as her husband and I expected.

For her husband, he always wanted her to be more lewd, and for me, I wanted to collect more sensational story material.

This is how the previous story and the next story will be published. Christina sent me the material of her life, and I helped her edit and modify it before posting it.

This is different from the stories I wrote before.

I once joked that she would give me an art license so that I could adapt and organize her material.

My purpose is to make her story smoother and never damage the original appearance of the story.

When I first received the life materials sent by Christina, I didn’t know that the story would be written so long, and I didn’t know if the end of this story was the end of her life.

Will she have a next chapter?

We can only look forward to it secretly.

Wednesday, June 7 My dearest writer Well, my dear, I finally finished writing this story, but it doesn’t look like you wrote it.

The trip was really exciting and the whole sex process was great.

I'm sorry I've been delaying so long before I sent it to you. We really don't have the writing skills and ability that you have.

Do you like what I write?Below is a story written by Chris herself.

"The Story of the Journey" On Wednesday morning, we walked out of the airport and rented a car in the car rental department.

Several men on our team (John from HR, Glenn from Engineering and Mike from Marketing) kept talking about their golfing along the way.

After checking into the hotel, we put down our luggage and began to inspect the first local service agency we were going to receive.

We visited a place in the morning and two more offices in the afternoon, and completed the work tasks for the day ahead of schedule.

When I walked out of the car, John reminded me to fulfill my promise.

I didn't say anything, but just followed them out of the elevator and entered Glenn's room very consciously.

I discovered it while having breakfast, and for them, golf is far more important than me.

Since there was a golf game on Wednesday, they turned on the TV to watch the game after entering the room, and no one paid attention to me.

But that's good.I used the excuse to go to the bathroom and called Matt on my phone inside and asked him if he had time to date me the next night.Well, we've determined the time again.

Here I want to review the experience of my meeting with Matt and Vince.

That was my first time in Atlanta on a business trip in May.

They work part-time in the institution we are preparing to inspect, and many times the three of us work together.

We review data, update software, and verify insurance policies in a small office.

At work, we often make some harmless jokes, but gradually, our jokes are a bit provocative.

I don't mind this. As a 33-year-old woman, it's also a pleasure to be teased by these young boys in college.

After dinner, our team and all members of the inspected organization returned to the office. A manager said that he was a member of a country club with a standard golf tournament venue in the club. He invited members of our team to go there if they had time in the future.

The men who came with me happily accepted the invitation. They were excited as if they had received free tickets to watch the Super Bowl.

They said that they are too busy at work now and don’t have time, but next time they come, they must go to that golf club for fun.

I said I knew nothing about golf, and Matt and Vince said they could take me to visit tourist spots all over the city.

They said that with them, I could avoid some travel traps and see the real Atlanta.

At that time, due to work, we had no time to really relax and play, so after the itinerary was confirmed, I called Matt and Vince and asked them to prepare to take me to play.

On Thursday, we completed the scheduled work very early (I guess the guys on our team want to have a good sleep) because they didn't want them to know about me going to see Matt (Vins just finished his exams and went to find a job in another place). I didn't ask Matt to come to the hotel to find me, but took a taxi to a nearby Starbucks to meet him.

Before meeting, Matt asked me to wear casually on the phone, so I saw a red loose top, comfortable (not tight) jeans, and red flat short waisted leather boots.

Inside, I put on a tight black bra and a small thong underwear.

Matt drove me to a building. The building looked like a warehouse at the pier, and should have been built in the form of a seaside viewing platform or a charming house.

Matt picked up a big bag from the car, took out a canvas from it and spread it on the ground, and asked me to sit on it, then took out a few steamed crabs from his bag for me to eat.

Oh, I really like to taste such delicious food in a place like this.

Matt told me that this is his favorite place for him and his classmates. It is remote, deserted and quiet, and it is very suitable for dates and chats, and no one comes to disturb him.

However, I still felt that it was too deserted, so after eating the crabs, he drove me to a lively community.

Here we found a bar and went in to drink, chat, dance, and listen to music.

After about an hour, Matt took my hand out of the bar and walked around the bustling streets.

On the way, he said he wanted to invite me to drink a few more drinks, but I grabbed him and pulled him into my arms, saying: You don’t need to drink me with wine. In fact, it might feel better if you drink less.

As I said that, I kissed him hard.

Soon, we returned to his car and I asked: Where are we going now?

How about going to my place?

Do you live alone?

No, I live with two roommates.But they are likely to go out.

At that time, I was not in the mood to be with other men, so I told him to go back to my hotel.

I think he might have thought it would be over tonight, so when he heard me telling him to park his car and go to my room, he was so happy that he jumped up.

Our team members' rooms were not together, so I did not attract anyone's attention when I came back.

Just a few seconds after I entered the door, Matt knocked on my door.

After a few more seconds, we both hugged each other naked on the bed.

The feeling of sex is beautiful, very, very good!

He is youthful, strong, has a super-large and hard penis, and he loves licking my pussy very much.

Wouldn't it be nice to have sex with such a young man?

For the past two weeks, I have been eagerly looking forward to spending a very wild time with Matt and Vince, and now, I have finally tasted such happiness and finally relaxed.

Gary once asked me what I would do after seeing them, but I never told him.

But now I can tell him in detail, I contacted him on my own initiative and took him back to my room. There was no foreplay, so we went to bed directly.

Then I climbed onto him and rode him like a horse, styling his hard cock from top to bottom.

I was too wet, and I moved my body effortlessly, and then I moved my body up and down for three times.

Then I started riding him, God Ah, I kept riding him, I really don't remember if there were any such wild times before.

I had two orgasms before he told him to ejaculate.

As he ejaculated, I quietly leaned on his chest, feeling the power he was spraying into my body.

God Ah, this feeling is so wonderful!

Our passionate sex and oral sex continued until late at night.

After we fall asleep, as long as one person wakes up, we will definitely wake up the other person, and then we will continue to have sex.

In the morning, he ran out to McDonald's to buy some breakfast, and we had sex again after we finished it until I had to get up and take a shower, change clothes and meet up with my team members in the hotel lobby and prepare to go to work.

During one of our all-night sex intervals, what made me very happy was that Matt said I was beautiful, smart, and fun.So, am I not sexy?

I asked.Matt said, I've surpassed sexiness.

He said that when a man sees a sexy woman, he will enjoy looking at that woman.

However, when men look at me, they are not just watching, but they want to take me to bed and have a hard fuck.

He told me that Vince said this after the first time he saw me, and when we finished our first day in their office, the manager of their office said he wanted to fuck me.

I told Matt that as a young man who is only 21 years old, he already knows enough about women.

As long as he continues to maintain his attitude towards women, he will get a lot of women in the future.

The members of our team (not including me, of course) were very excited because Charlie (the manager who invited them to play golf) once again invited them to play 18 holes.

After they left, I immediately called Matt and asked him to go to the hotel to continue our game last night.

He came, and we did it again.

Our second date wasn't as wild as the first one.

At the beginning, I had a leisurely and soothing blowjob for Matt (I told you that my blowjob skills are very good?)

After that, he began to fuck me violently, and my screams were loud, which really woke everyone who was asleep (I told you that my screams were very horrifying?)

For the rest of that day and the whole night, we both made love over and over again.

For an old man (I am an old woman compared to his 21 years old?)

What else can I do besides having sex with this young man over and over again?

His power was so great that he pushed me from the mattress to the ground several times.

Well, by the way, we also took photos of having sex.

On Sunday morning, I had to rush to take a shower, dress, and pack my luggage.But it's all worth it.

I was almost afraid to get home and I knew what Gary would do to me!

When I told him everything about the journey, according to past experience, he would definitely have sex with me day and night for the next few weeks, making me bent over and over and exhausted when I went to work every morning.

(End) Well, my dear, the above is the story I wrote.I hope it is worth your waiting, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Love you, Chris

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Hello Sunday, June 11, My Sweetheart Have you never said that nothing will happen on the first Friday of June?

Even if nothing happened, at least some young stallions have come to see you?

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Monday, June 12th, Dear Bob, I didn't mention Friday to you because I didn't have Friday at all.

Work is so busy.

In addition, I feel that I am too lewd and will make my husband (and you) unable to stand it.

but……

I'm still looking forward to the day of July 7.

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Saturday, July 1st Dear Sexy Lady Wishes you enjoy your weekend holiday.Can you manage to include Monday in your holiday too so you can have a four-day holiday?

Just as I was calling this message, Gary sent me a message saying he left you alone at a community party.

I know that the people at the party are your neighbors and you don't want them to know your lustful nature, but I do hope you can do something vicious, even if it's a little joke.

Have you never said whether you have considered letting Gary watch you have sex with someone else?

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Sunday, July 2nd Oh, damn Bob was my husband telling you?

This kid really can't keep a secret at all.

Did he tell you that he volunteered to bring the child home and said something in my ear?

It was not a community gathering, but a commemorative conference for the 30th anniversary of the development of the community. More than 100 families were invited to attend.

In this deepest and longest street, the entire road is a pedestrian street with cars prohibited, and the development of the community is quite successful.

There are all the facilities people need for life, inflatable water slides and trampolines for children to have fun, community TV channels (although the program is boring), beautiful fireworks, etc...

Every family brought a lot of food, including potato chips, snacks and Italian sausages, as well as 50 grills, 10 barrels of barbecue meat and enough food to feed half of the Africans.

That was a great party.

After my husband left me alone and returned home, I sat on a table with 5 strange women, tasting delicious food, and we talked about housework together, including my husband, children, career, house, etc.

After a while, more than 10 men (really very nice men) came over and there was a dance party in the house not far from our seats, which had air conditioning, and they wanted a few of us women to dance with them.

The three of us decided to go and check it out, so we followed them.

The house was crowded, dimly lit and deafening.

The house has no furniture, so the dancing venue is very large. The stuffy environment and dirty air make me really not feel that there is air conditioning there.

When the dancing people are crowded together, they will inevitably be harassed by the savages.

My chest was touched several times, and a man even reached into my skirt and stroked my thighs and panties.

The man who hugged me and danced kissed me hard, and the guy who put his hand into my skirt arrogantly took out his penis and forced me to press it on the ugly thing.

While stroking the hard cock, I looked over the shoulder of the man who was dancing with me and saw a woman who had just sat with me kneeling in the middle of the dancing crowd, having a blowjob for a man. It was obvious that the man was not her husband.

There were two men standing beside them. I don't know if they were watching or waiting in line for the woman to have them blowjob too.

At this moment, I suddenly woke up from my confusion. It was too close to my home. It was embarrassing that my actions spread among the neighbors.

So, I shook off the penis in my hand, pushed away the man who was holding me tightly to dance, and squeezed out of the dirty and dim room.

My husband doesn't like me going back so early, but he said he understands me (I know he doesn't understand that if he can see it, he doesn't care whether I have sex with other men on the lawn in front of my house). When it comes to letting my husband watch me with his own eyes...

Actually, of course we also discussed that when I had sex with a man on the beach that night, he had already secretly watched it...

but……

I've only had it with other men a few times in the past 12 to 14 months and haven't had a chance to watch it yet.

We both felt that even if our son was not at home, it would be very uncomfortable to let other men come to my house to fuck me, so my husband would have even fewer chances to see me being fucked by other men.

Fortunately, my husband was also very excited when he listened to me about my sexual adventure, but we both still hoped that one day we could let my husband share my body with other men.

I'm not sure if that happens, will I do it for that man, for my husband, or for all of us.

So, I think you can see that this is still a confused answer. In fact, we have not been fully prepared for this matter yet...

Really not yet.

Yes, I rested on Monday and didn’t go to work in the company until Wednesday.

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Sunday, July 9th, Dear Bob has no thrilling news today.

On the first Friday of the month, eight of us (6 women and 2 men) went to a charity event.

We all drank a lot of beer during the event.

Well, the taste is great!

I love beer but need more exciting activities.

There is no way, I acted like a pure little girl during the event.

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(From then on, there are daily communications between the author and Christina, and there are some short stories, but they are all scattered and there are very few mediocre scenes, so I stopped nswdgn)