How could this fucking happen? We have only been married eighteen goddamn months. I first met Jill at a church social in her hometown.
Jill was a beautiful young lady with a religious upbringing. Her parents required her to attend church every Sunday. We dated for about a year. Money was our only problem. I was barely making enough money to cover the necessities and the rent on a crappy little apartment downtown. I was working as an accountant with a local firm but I came to realize the firm and I were going nowhere slowly.
I began to look around and a recruiter turned me onto an opportunity with the construction firm, so I scheduled the interview.
The construction firm had offices throughout the US but this position was out on the West Coast. I talked it over with Jill and she was excited about trying a new adventure. The owner, Roger Booth, was a larger than life personality. Roger is an imposing figure at over six-foot tall and ruggedly handsome. Truth told it is his dynamic personality that sets him apart.
Jill and I were both swept up in his charisma. The money was great and the job sounded perfect. We found LA a huge metropolis that was rich in culture, nightlife and every form of activity one heart could desire. We were amazed at the sheer number of people, everywhere. Everyone Fuck my slave wife on the go and seemed driven to get there without regard of their neighbor. Laid-back my ass, this place was fast paced and money driven. Fuck my slave wife was the center of our social universe.
That was three months ago. Upon our arrival, the game was already in the second period and Virginia State was in the lead by 15 points.
Jill teased Roger through the third quarter. Roger looked across the room at Jill and said the now infamous words. Roger loves to gamble. He is constantly on the telephone with one bookie or another while we slave for him at the office. I thought he was crazy wagering the kind of money he does but he always seemed to win though, or at least minimize his loses.
Remember honey, Roger is a high roller with lots of bucks to back it up.
Look at the score. How can I lose? With those famous last words the fourth quarter started. State fought gallantly and I had to admit that it was an exciting finish. Unfortunately for my wife, UCLA won by three. Seems fair that you double my money.
I thought you were thinking ten to twenty dollars. Roger, where can I put on my bathing suit? I stepped into the bathroom and Fuck my slave wife my suit on while Roger showed Jill to the master bedroom to change. I was out at the pool for about thirty minute before Jill and Roger emerged from the house. Jill had chosen one of her sexiest swimsuits. It was a white one piece cut high on her thighs and cut low to show cleavage.
The material was Fuck my slave wife and her nipples were hard and visible. Her large breasts swung freely as she approached. I stole a glance at her pussy and noticed that her thick cunt lips were visible through the material as well. In fact, I noticed a goodly amount of moisture had wetted the material.
A large wet spot surrounded the tip of his cock. My mind could not grasp what was my eyes saw. What happened inside the house while I was here in the backyard? I looked at Jill and noticed she was having a difficult time looking at me. I sat the drinks down on the table and joined the swimmers. The three of us swam, drank and frolicked in the water. We had a blast. Whatever Jill was embarrassed about appeared to be forgotten. Our lives changed at that moment. I was shocked to hear her use such language.
Jill never cursed in my presence before. By the look on her face, I knew something was wrong. I pulled over and parked the car. When Roger showed me into his bedroom, he immediately started to strip. I was stunned and asked him to stop.
He laughed and dropped his pants. Bobby, except for you I have never seen a man naked before. His thing was so big and the skin covered the head completely. Then like some evil snake it began to grow. As it Fuck my slave wife hard, the skin receded until the head of his thing was visible.
I just shook my head no. Bobby, he was standing so close to me, as the damn thing grew it closed the distance between us.
I stood there mesmerized. He reached out taking hold of my wrist and placed his thing into my hand.
My fingers curled around it. His thing was so big that my fingers could barely encircle it. It was so hard and hot.
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I could feel his pulse throbbing along its entire length as my hand moved slowly back and forth. I was still staring at it when a clear drop of liquid seeped from the hole. Roger wiped the drop off with his finger and smeared it on my lips.
My tongue slithered out craving the salty fluid. I licked my lips and then his finger. Bobby, I know I was being bad but I could not stop myself. Roger put his hands on my shoulders and I knelt in front of him.
I leaned forward Fuck my slave wife kissed it. Then I licked the entire head.
Fuck my slave wife It was so hot in my mouth. My saliva began dripping from my chin as I took hold of it with both hands. I sucked on it until Roger moaned and his whole body shuddered. He came in my mouth with such force that I gagged.
His juices flooded my mouth and throat until I thought I was drowning in the salty mess. As I gagged his juices squirted from my nose and mouth. Fuck my slave wife was as if I was a crazy woman Bobby. I began to rub his hardness all over my face as it pulsed more liquid onto my skin. I could not get enough of his hot fluid in my mouth or on my face.