johnm
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Oh, and just as raw text:
Mary was high as fuck, kind of ***** and dressed like a hooker.
"I'm glad you came," she said, closing the door of her dorm room behind me. "Now take off your pants and let me suck your cock, then I want you to fuck me from behind, call me a bitch, and pull my hair when I cum."
"Anything else?"
She thought about it and then smiled.
"Yeah – I want you to jizz all over my pretty young face."
That's right – it was the best kind of start to the weekend.
I enjoyed cheating on my wife – it made me feel clever, and I liked the feeling of strange women playing with my dick. That's why I started I fucking around on my honeymoon, and never stopped until we got divorced, after I caught her at the center of a gangbang with some of the local college kids, doing it all for 'revenge.'
Chantelle was a holiday romance, so I wasn't too invested in our relationship. I guess that's why I was cool with the idea of her picking up two guys in the bar, bringing them back to the hotel room, and me watching, getting high, as they nailed her from both ends.
"Look, there's something I didn't tell you about Jenn, something important."
My girlfriend looked worried, and I thought maybe she'd say Jenn was a psycho-bitch with significant mental issues and destructive tendencies, that our houseguest was going to cause no end of problems.
But no, the reality was much, much better.
Turned out Amy and Jenn had been lovers in college, and Jenn was interested in rekindling the old flame over the weekend on a strictly sexual basis. My girl had said yes, on two conditions: I was cool with it, and I could join in.
Jenn had agreed, and now it all came down to me.
I smiled and made a decision.
I looked at the pictures again, scrolling through the whole set just to make sure.
Yeah, there was no doubt about it.
There was my girlfriend, getting railed at both ends by two dudes, with a third guy holding the camera.
I took out my cock and started jerking off.
I couldn't wait until she came home.
I knew my girlfriend had slept around before we met. What I didn't know was that was why she left her hometown and vowed never to go back.
I didn't learn that until she told me the whole story, and why she needed to go to her high school reunion, to clear the air and hold her head up high, now she'd made it big in the city.
Of course, that all took a turn for the worst when she ended up getting fucked by eight guys back in the hotel while I was off nailing her stepmom.
What I hated most about my wife was she was lazy as fuck, and really let herself go after 30, while I simply kept on running, eating right and doing yoga. I guess that's why it was so easy for me to cheat on her with so many hotter women, and why didn't feel guilty for doing so.
Then one weekend I hit the trifecta: I fucked her best friend, her stepmom and her sister.
It was the wedding of the year.
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