shizzz
That one guy
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Lance felt his entire chest thud with every beat of his heart. His breath was coming in a shuddered stream, like the air in the room wasn’t ready to be breathed. His blood roared in his ears, masking the sounds that had originally drawn him upstairs.
He had snuck home to surprise his wife, there sex lode had been down in the ruts for the last couple months, and he knew her daughter (well she was his daughter now too) had classes and wouldn’t be home.
Instead he had come home to the sounds of his wife wailing in extant. He had thought he would find her masturbating, even a better sign he’d finally get some.
But she wasn’t.
He stood in the door to the master bedroom, his heart breaking, or maybe it was a heart attack, as he watched a stranger fucking his wife.
He had at first thought, well hoped really, that it was his stepdaughter but his wife’s curly blond hair bounced as she rode his dick. She threw her head back, the hair falling from her face, and leaving no doubt it was her, as she screamed out n ecstasy.
He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, but she never saw him. He had not seen who the guy was, but before he realized it, he was in his white corvette convertible, on his way to the Vegas strip. He worked for a company that managed security for several of the casinos. He wasn’t headed to gamble, or was he?
No
He found himself in the parking lot of a high end gym. He was going to turn it all around
The last year had been so busy with three grand openings, and two attempted heists. He had lost most of his muscle tone, and put on 20 lbs.
Maybe that was it. He had always noticed how her head turned for well built guys. Maybe he needed to be more exciting? He thought as he saw a billboard truck drive down the road with images of sky diving
He stepped out of the car and went into the gym. At the front desk he told the receptionist.
“I need someone to help me get back into shape. Do you do personal trainers?”
( looking for someone to help Lance see that it isn’t him, it’s her. Could be the trainer. Maybe a coworker he confides to about what he saw takes that opportunity. Maybe his stepdaughter is the real gem? Maybe it’s all of the above? Looking for a descriptive writer that can post at least once a day with a couple of paragraphs PM me and we can discuss!!
He had snuck home to surprise his wife, there sex lode had been down in the ruts for the last couple months, and he knew her daughter (well she was his daughter now too) had classes and wouldn’t be home.
Instead he had come home to the sounds of his wife wailing in extant. He had thought he would find her masturbating, even a better sign he’d finally get some.
But she wasn’t.
He stood in the door to the master bedroom, his heart breaking, or maybe it was a heart attack, as he watched a stranger fucking his wife.
He had at first thought, well hoped really, that it was his stepdaughter but his wife’s curly blond hair bounced as she rode his dick. She threw her head back, the hair falling from her face, and leaving no doubt it was her, as she screamed out n ecstasy.
He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, but she never saw him. He had not seen who the guy was, but before he realized it, he was in his white corvette convertible, on his way to the Vegas strip. He worked for a company that managed security for several of the casinos. He wasn’t headed to gamble, or was he?
No
He found himself in the parking lot of a high end gym. He was going to turn it all around
The last year had been so busy with three grand openings, and two attempted heists. He had lost most of his muscle tone, and put on 20 lbs.
Maybe that was it. He had always noticed how her head turned for well built guys. Maybe he needed to be more exciting? He thought as he saw a billboard truck drive down the road with images of sky diving
He stepped out of the car and went into the gym. At the front desk he told the receptionist.
“I need someone to help me get back into shape. Do you do personal trainers?”
( looking for someone to help Lance see that it isn’t him, it’s her. Could be the trainer. Maybe a coworker he confides to about what he saw takes that opportunity. Maybe his stepdaughter is the real gem? Maybe it’s all of the above? Looking for a descriptive writer that can post at least once a day with a couple of paragraphs PM me and we can discuss!!
