sirhugs
Riding to the Rescue
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- Jan 25, 2002
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been spending the last few weeks starting "stories" that go no where after a few hundred words- they just aren't speaking to me.
Anybody want this one?
“Does it really matter?”
The words hung in the air, as real as if visible. I had just accused my wife of cheating on me, and she asked whether it mattered. I stood there, jaw slack, stunned speechless. In the moment of silence, I realized that my cock was stiff. If most of my blood was not busy pulsing in that vein, I'm sure I would have blushed. Yet, my wife was unabashed, almost defiant.
“You've been telling me for years how the idea of me sucking another man's cock turns you on. Now, I know that you prefer to watch, but you can't have everything.”
She had not answered my question directly, but this was as good as an admission. Though her tousled hair, smeared makeup and mis-buttoned sun-dress told the tale. Her dreamy eyes and sloppy grin added the epilogue- she had sex with another man, and had loved it.
My throbbing cock told me that I wanted to hear about it.
“Yes, it does matter,” I croaked, my mouth suddenly cottony. “I want to hear all the details.”
Instead, without another word, she dropped to her knees, her red painted nails unzipping my fly as she knelt. The weight of my erection caused my cock to immediately pop out of my pants, almost slapping he in the eye as she grinned up at me.
Anybody want this one?
“Does it really matter?”
The words hung in the air, as real as if visible. I had just accused my wife of cheating on me, and she asked whether it mattered. I stood there, jaw slack, stunned speechless. In the moment of silence, I realized that my cock was stiff. If most of my blood was not busy pulsing in that vein, I'm sure I would have blushed. Yet, my wife was unabashed, almost defiant.
“You've been telling me for years how the idea of me sucking another man's cock turns you on. Now, I know that you prefer to watch, but you can't have everything.”
She had not answered my question directly, but this was as good as an admission. Though her tousled hair, smeared makeup and mis-buttoned sun-dress told the tale. Her dreamy eyes and sloppy grin added the epilogue- she had sex with another man, and had loved it.
My throbbing cock told me that I wanted to hear about it.
“Yes, it does matter,” I croaked, my mouth suddenly cottony. “I want to hear all the details.”
Instead, without another word, she dropped to her knees, her red painted nails unzipping my fly as she knelt. The weight of my erection caused my cock to immediately pop out of my pants, almost slapping he in the eye as she grinned up at me.
