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From: Davy <nhrug@yahoo.com>
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Subject: My wife, Abby. Sleeping around with my blessing
Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2007 07:38:55 -0700
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Re Jizz-- once about twenty years ago Abby went out to meet this guy
she'd picked up at a dance hall. She'd gone out with my approval to
find a guy to fuck. This might have been the first time. This is real,
not a story. She was thirty-two at the time and he was thirty-five.
After they met and danced a while (I stayed at home) they made a date
for later in the week. I don't think we were living together at the
time.
She went out that night to a dance hall and called me when she'd gone
back to her own house. She told me over the phone that she had met a
guy. We danced together and I want to fuck him, she said. Is that OK?
Yes, I said. Do it. But you have to come to me after it's all over. Is
that OK?
Of courser, she said.
I remember the night she was going to meet him. She promised she would
come by to see me after they did it. She came to my room at about 11
o'clock after her evening with the guy. The room in my house that I
was sleeping in had a door to the outside that led to the front yard--
this was really backwoods living. We called the room the Blue Moon
Motel.
When she came to me she looked beautiful. She wore a lovely dress with
thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Her hair was tousled and
unbrushed. Her face was red and her whole demeanor was languid. No
doubt that she had been well-fucked.
I could see the swell of her breasts above the neck of the dress. She
didn't have her bra on and she was shy. Just hold me, she said. I
could smell sex on her. When I kissed her I could taste cum in her
mouth.
We went to bed and when I bent down to take a nipple in my mouth she
smelled of semen. I smelled it all over her chest. She told me that
she took his penis in her mouth and he'd come in her so much that she
couldn't hold it in or swallow it all. What leaked out she just rubbed
onto her chest and her tits.
Isn't that sexy? Coming back to your boyfriend after giving some guy a
blowjob and rubbing his cum into your tits. She told me that after
she'd given him a blow-job he'd fucked her. He came inside her and
then after a while he turned her over, came into her from the back and
fucked her again. I went down on her and I could smell his jizz
leaking out of her onto her thighs, down her ass crack and in her
pussy hair.
I licked her clit until she trembled and started to vibrate in orgasm.
Her pussy is sweet tasting and the taste of his salty cum made me so
hard I was afraid I'd cum on the sheets. I got up on top of her and
slipped into her slimy cunt. It felt wonderful. It was the third time
she'd been fucked that night.