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Name: Ellie McGuire
Age: 29
Height: 5'10
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Name: Ellie McGuire
Age: 29
Height: 5'10
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I hated the fact that my husband wasn't home half the time. We had met in college and really hit it off. We were both studying under business. Years past by and we ended up getting married once we both graduated. I did hardly anything with my degree but he put it in good use, becoming a manager in one of the best car companies around. You would have thought that the money would have been great, but it wasn't everything.
Many people believed that I was a hot, sexy woman who would end up having sex practically everyday. Those with that mentality couldn't have been more wrong, as if my memory serves me correctly, the last time that my husband and I made love was shortly after we got married...
Four years ago.
The marriage has been really rocky for the past few weeks. I've caught dirty chat logs in his computer and scheduled meetings falling in so called 'business' days that he would tell me about. I've confronted my husband, Harold, about this but he flat out denied the accusations and claimed to be innocent. Hell, he even went as far as to say that I needed to build trust, despite finding these things regularly. And now I found myself alone in our large house, with the anger eating me up inside.
That's when I began going to that forum regularly, chatting up with one man. He claimed that I should be happy and if he'd have the chance, he would show me just what he meant. I didn't know about all of this though, and just the fact that I was even -thinking- about this really disgusted me. It was against social norms and it was against my very religion. I was a Baptist and this type of activity was strictly not allowed...
But a moment of weakness caused me ask him where he lived and to give out my own address. It turned out that he didn't live all that far away, about an hour drive.
Now, my girlfriends used to tell me that I had the sexiest figure in campus, and I worked hard to keep it so. From my young teenaged years, I found that my chest was filled to the point that brought most girls to shame. My breasts were huge, being a 32HH cup, which was more than a simple handful. I was rather tall too, blessing me with long legs and a perfect round bubble butt. I jogged every morning as one of the steps to keep me in check, though I loved flaunting my body. After all, I ran with this sports bra that despite their support, would still make my perky bust bounce and I wore this together with tight black booty shorts, which hugged my plump backside gorgeously. I knew that men loved my backside almost as they loved my front, whether it be my massive breasts or my very fit stomach, as many hands tried to grab or slap my cheeks.
Why did I do this then, if I knew it got me so much attention? I was married, but I always hoped that I would meet the right guy someday. One that wouldn't be afraid to ravish me completely.
But that's besides the point. I found myself in a Sunday morning at church with the least revealing pieces of clothing I had. That is a white blouse and khaki pants, which while they didn't exactly hide my curves in any shape or form, they weren't revealing as my exercise attire.
But this day was going to be far from normal. I knew this the moment I felt someone pat my shoulder from behind, causing me to turn and say:
"Thomas?!"
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