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One Big Fantasy Revealed
🕑 Added 2022-01-18 18:01:02 +0000 UTC“Aaron’s coming to town, Mike,” my wife said one night while we were cleaning up dishes.
“Yeah? That’ll be nice to see him,” I said noncommittally. “Is he getting redeployed here?”
“No… they’re having him come in to speak at the college for a week. Which is good, I really don’t think I could take a steady diet of him, you know?”
“He’s not that bad,” I said with mixed emotions.
If you’ll indulge me in a little tell rather than show, I’ll explain. Aaron was a friend from college. In a lot of ways, a really good friend, actually. He was part of that core group of friends that inevitably forms and we all hung out. But unlike the rest of us, he’d never really grown up after college. And behavior that was funny and enjoyable in college was kind of grating in an adult. He wasn’t a bad guy. Just kind of an ass at times. I’d 100% call him if I had a body to bury. I just wouldn’t call him to hang out with new friends and watch a football game.
What’s worse is that he’d had a really rough life post-college. He met a girl and fell in love with her. They had a kid and got married. Then he shipped out. When he came back, he found her passed out on the floor of the kitchen, cum and cocaine everywhere while the kid screamed in the bedroom. He did the right thing. Grabbed the kid and got the hell out but then had to deal with a court system that looks dimly on severing maternal rights even under pretty extreme circumstances. Needless to say, all of this had combined to make him pretty bitter about women in general.
“He’s just a bit much. Can you imagine him hanging out with Becky and Greg? And you know Darla would be all over him… especially once she… you know…” Ellen trailed off meaningfully as she raised a couple fingers in an obvious reference.
“Found out about the tree trunk between his legs?” I said with a laugh.
“You said it not me,” my wife said. “Not like I ever got a piece of it.”
“Not like you didn’t have a chance,” I said. Aaron’s third leg was pretty famous after a drunken skinny dipping incident at the lake in school. I think it was the beginning of his misogynism, actually. After that night, tons of girls were throwing themselves at him and it changed him. Some guys would have become playboys, basking in all the college pussy. Aaron hadn’t done that. He’d just decided that women were shitty people in general.
My wife and he had dated for about six months in our Sophomore year. She was a bit of a bible thumping goody goody and he was a guilt ridden Catholic kid so they really hadn’t done much beyond some heavy petting and the oh-so risque over the pants third base. When she broke up with him, it was because of his immaturity and as one of the girls that had “resisted his cock” in Aaron’s mind he always had more respect for her than a lot of other girls.
“Do you wish you had?” I asked.
She looked at me and arched an eyebrow, “Would it bother you if I said yes?”
“No, I’m not the jealous type and I think it’s pretty normal given all the stories. I’d honestly be surprised if you hadn’t thought about it at least a little.”
She grinned and kissed me sweetly on the lips, “I sometimes wonder what would have happened if he and I had dated after you broke me in.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when he and I dated I was scared, frankly. The thought of something so big being my first was… kind of terrifying. Sometimes we’d be fooling around and I’d think he wanted to go further and I would get so scared I’d dry right out.”
I put down the dishes and laughed out loud. It earned me a playful punch in the arm before she continued, “But then you came along and taught me how fucking good sex could be. If I’d gone back and dated him while we were broken up I don’t think I’d have been scared.”
My wife and I had dated in college, broken up afterwards and then reconnected a couple years later. She’d had a chance to sew her wild oats in the interim and had come back to me as a loyal, sexually charged woman. Some people might be jealous but I just loved the new her. Now, three years into our marriage, we found ourselves contemplating a wild blast from the past.
“Well, if the opportunity comes up, you feel free to give him a ride for old time’s sake,” I said.
“Seriously?” she asked.
“Sure… it’s not like it would be our first threesome or anything.”
“Well… kind of… I mean our first was with Mr. ‘I can’t get it up’ and this would be number two.”
“Yeah… that was kind of a bust,” I said. We’d met a guy at a party while we were dating the second time. After many drinks, we’d taken him home fully intending for my wife to enjoy two cocks. But alcohol, embarrassment and guilt had combined to make it so he spent most of the night licking Ellen while I fucked her from behind. Ellen came a lot but the whole thing was awkward for him and I (his tongue was AWFULLY close to my cock and I couldn’t get that out of my head). “Look, I’m not saying you have to do it if you don’t want to.”
“Who said I didn’t want to, stud?” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
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We didn’t talk much more about it for awhile. When Aaron came into town, we did the friendly thing and picked him up at the airport, dropping him off at the Residence Inn a few blocks from the War College.
“Thanks for picking me up guys. Much better than getting a cab. You’re the first friendly faces I’ve seen in six months.”
“A gregarious guy like you, Aaron? Don’t you leave a trail of friendly faces everywhere you go?” Ellen joked.
“Not lately. I’ve been kind of an ass lately,” he said with surprising personal insight.
“More than usual, you mean?” I said with a smile.
“Heh… yeah… I guess,” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I mean… I knew it would be hard but I really miss little Aaron Jr. He’s almost three and I’ve only spent six months with him.”
Ellen’s smiled cracked. This wasn’t the Aaron we’d last seen. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t joke. You’ve only got a few months left, right?”
He nodded, “Yeah… six months. And my CO has committed to letting me spend that at a recruiting station at home. So I’m basically done. This is the last thing I’ve gotta do before heading back home to Denver.” Aaron was lucky in some ways. He had a couple terrific parents who had really stepped up to help with his son. Absent that, I wonder how bad things would have gotten for him.
We pulled up to the hotel and helped him out, “When you’ve got a free night, we’d love to have you over for dinner,” I said. I had considered taking him out but alcohol seemed like the worst thing to add to his emotional equation.
“Sure guys. I’d love that. Thanks again for picking me up. It’s great to see you. Sorry if I brought you down.”
“Don’t worry, man. You’ve got a lot going on. Come over on Tuesday and let’s see if some good company can help,” I said and gave him a friendly hand clasp and shoulder bump.
“Yessir,” he said with a mock salute which broke the heavy tension.
I climbed back in the car and Ellen and I drove the forty minutes back to our little suburban virginia home. We were silent for a long while, lost in our respective thoughts. I couldn’t get over how haunted he looked. He hadn’t seen much action while enlisted as far as I knew. I think it was entirely the situation with his kid. And probably whatever had transpired between him and his ex.
“He really needs to cut loose and have some fun,” I said to Ellen.
“You sure, Mike?” she said, interpreting my suggestion correctly.
“You up for it?”
She rolled her eyes then looked at me, “I am if you are, stud.”
“There’s no emotional attachment there, right?” I asked, voicing the one worry that had flitted through my mind in the last week.
She laughed uproariously, “Hell no. I prefer my men not to be semi-misogynist, bitter trolls thank you very much.”
I smiled, “Besides, if you do this then you owe me one right?”
“I suppose you want a threesome of your own?” she said, cozying up to me and whispering in my ear as I drove through the winding roads.
“I mean… if Becky came to visit…” I said back. Becky was Ellen’s college roommate. Where Ellen had been led a relatively chaste life in college for three years, Becky had not. The girls used to joke that Becky got enough cock for both of them. She was also smoking hot.
“So… if I fuck Aaron, you get to fuck Becky? Is that the deal?” Her tone was dark and sensuous and I could feel my cock twitch.
“I wouldn’t quite say it’s that conditional. Any of your hot friends will do in trade,” I said and she punched me in the shoulder playfully before leaning back into her seat and stroking her hard nipple to tease me. When we got home, we fucked like rabbits for the rest of the night, only going to bed after we’d both had multiple orgasms and collapsed in exhaustion.
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Two days later, we were getting the house ready for our guest’s dinner. We’d decided that, as much as both of us wanted this, we knew we couldn’t force it. Aaron definitely needed a night of fun but that didn’t necessarily mean banging an ex-girlfriend. That didn’t stop Ellen from dressing to impress. She was wearing a short, thin sundress that ended well above her knee and unbuttoned to show ample cleavage. Her small breasts needed no bra and her hard nipples poked out making it super obvious. Along with a pair of strappy white heels and a smile, she really looked like the perfect girl-next-door-who-wants-to-fuck. It was hard to keep my hands off of her as we prepped for dinner and when the doorbell rang, she giddily skipped to the front door to greet our guest. I’d offered to pick him up but he’d insisted on getting a cab. I’d relented on the condition that he at least let me drive him back.
“Hey,” I heard him say, “You look great, Ellen,” he said genuinely.
“Thanks. I wanted to look my best for one of our nation’s defenders.” she said in a friendly, flirty tone. I glanced down the hall and watched her. With the light streaming down the hallway, her thin dress was semi-transparent and gave me a clear view of her nude form underneath. Aaron wouldn’t get quite that good of a show from his viewpoint, unfortunately. He’d have to wait.
“You guys have a pretty nice house,” he said walking in and setting down his bag. He’d come straight from his lecture and was still in uniform, a fact that was not lost on my wife as she eyed him up like a hungry predator when he walked by.
I walked around the counter and shook his hand, “Glad you could make it, man. Ellen’s been eager to see you all week.” I shot my wife a wink over his shoulder and she simply bit her lip. Any doubt I had over whether or not she wanted this was gone.
“A home cooked meal sounds terrific. You cooking, Ellen? I don’t think I want anything Mike made,” he laughed and clapped me on the back.
“His peanut butter and banana sandwiches are fantastic. But we’ll spare you that. I’m making chicken parmesan. You boys go play some video games while I finish up in here,” she said and rushed into the kitchen. I noticed that her dress had already lost a button. She was definitely eager.
Aaron and I went into the living room and relaxed on the couch. Ellen followed right behind with a couple cold beers for each of us. She bent down and gave me a deep kiss, eager tongue dancing in my mouth before standing up. Aaron got an eyeful straight down her shirt as she did which I’m certain was intentional. She walked away and Aaron valiantly avoided staring at her ass though he looked like it took real effort.
“I envy you, Mike,” he said, gesturing around the house. “You’re living the life here and with a great girl.”
“I can’t complain. And Ellen is fantastic. I’m glad she and I got back together after college and worked everything out.”
“Yeah… sometimes I worry she was the one that got away, you know?”
“Yeah?” I said, sipping my beer, worried that this might be the ‘emotional attachment’ red flag that would kill the fun.
“Sometimes. But we’d have been terrible together. I know she doesn’t like me much.”
“What?” I said, genuinely baffled. Yeah, Aaron was a bit much at times but he wasn’t somebody that either of us “disliked”.
“You don’t have to hide it man. I know I’m a dick to be around half the time. And the other half I’m an ass. You guys just hide it better.”
“Aaron… dude… we like you… truly. It’s just that sometimes you can be a bit much. You try to hard. You push a little too hard, you know?”
He nodded and pounded the rest of his first beer. “I’m just tired of all the fucking bullshit, you know? Girls just want a couple things… most do, I mean. That’s the only thing I actually miss about dating Ellen, honestly. We weren’t compatible but at least she wasn’t a gold digger or a whore.”
I nodded and sipped some more of my beer. “They’re not all like that. You just gotta have a better filter, man.”
“Shit… I’m a 26 year old guy with a psycho ex who won’t sign the divorce papers and a child. I travel with the service constantly too. Nobody sees me as a catch. Besides, all that bullshit about girls wanting a good guy is just that. That’s not what they want. At least most of them.”
I shook my head, “I dated three girls in college. None of them were like that,” I said. I’m not sure if I was feeling personally defensive or just defensive of women in general.
“You got lucky with Ellen. Jessica dumped you for the fucking quarterback and Hailey married that guy going to Yale.” It wasn’t like that… that Quarterback blew out his knee and Jessica met him doing his rehab. He never played another college game. And Hailey’s dumped that future lawyer for an out of work painter. But reasoning with Aaron wasn’t looking for reason. He just wanted to vent.
“The point is, there are great girls out there. You just have to look.”
“It just sucks man. Everytime I’m with a girl, I can’t even relax and enjoy it. They either get all clingy and lovestruck or they see me as a meal ticket.”
“Not all of those clingy, lovestruck girls are like that because of what you’re packing, you know,” I said jokingly. “It’s not always about that.”
“Pfft… whatever,” he said dismissively.
“Seriously. Some of those girls might actually like YOU… the rest is just a nice perk for them.”
“Whatever.”
“Seriously… look…,” I started but Ellen entered just then announcing dinner was ready.
We walked into the dining room and sat down to enjoy a small feast. Ellen’s mantra was to always cook more than was needed. “Better too much food than too little,” she’d say if I complained. The dinner was excellent and Aaron actually perked up a little once he started eating. My wife talked and joked with him and we fell in that comfortable pattern old friends tend to have.
“You can’t tell me that asshat Senator is going to get your vote?” he was saying to my wife. Their politics were basically opposite ends of the spectrum and both of them knew it. That didn’t stop him from incessantly needling her about it.
“Why not? He’s at least honest about his money. Where’d your girl get hers?” my wife sniped back.
“Who cares. She wants to fix healthcare and entitlements. Your guy just wants to fuck pretty girls in airports.”
Ellen scrunched her face into a frown, “Allegedly.”
“Yeah… he ‘allegedly’ had sex with two 19 year old girls in an airport. Hashtag MeToo what?”
“This is why you have trouble with girls, Aaron,” I said, trying to defuse the tension. At this rate, not only would our plans not be happening, Ellen might just stab him instead.
“What? Not like I should be trying to impress Ellen. I’d rather just mess with her instead.”
We finished up and washed the dishes, allowing Ellen to get off her feet for a minute. She sat at the table and watched us, “Aaron? Why aren’t you trying to impress me?”
“What?” he asked, unsure what he’d heard over the sound of the water.
“Why aren’t you trying to impress me?”
“Uhh… You’re taken,” he said confused.
“But even if I wasn’t you’d be goading me just the same, right?”
He looked down then over at me and smiled, “Yeah… yeah, I guess so,” he admitted.
“Tell you what, why don’t you TRY to impress me tonight. I’ll tell you what would work on a non-gold digging, non-whore girl,” she said, mirroring what he’d said earlier.
“You heard that?” Aaron asked. He was blushing and embarrassed. He tried to keep the depths of his misogyny to himself but realized he was trapped now.
“Of course. You’re not exactly quiet when you’re denigrating my entire sex.”
“Okay… well… if I was trying to impress you, I’d get you a drink,” he said. He grabbed a beer off the counter and took it over to Ellen who crossed her legs sexily and smiled.
“It’s a good start. And beer is a good choice for normal girls. If she wants a crazy mixed drink or wine, it usually means something about her.”
“Noted,” he said and sat down next to her. “And then I’d ask her about herself and I’d be witty and charming.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, crossing her legs sexily. The gesture wasn’t lost on Aaron who stammered a little as the short dress she was wearing showed almost everything. She took a sip of her beer and gave me a sly wink while Aaron was still oggling her legs. “Go on,” she prodded.
Aaron managed to snap his attention back to her face, “Well… Uhmm… I guess I’d listen to her. Girls like that, right?”
“Some do,” she said, taking another sip. “But don’t be passive. Passivity is what attracts the kinds of girls that will take advantage of you.”
“Really?” he said. Ellen had finally said something that made him stand up and take notice.
“Here’s the thing, Aaron. If you’re too aggressive, you’ll scare off the girls you want and you’ll only find yourself dating… well… whores as you so eloquently call them.” Aaron was now hanging on her every word. Ellen tucked her hair back over her ear and let her finger trace lightly across the swell of her breast. I could tell she was turned on as her nipples were incredibly obvious at this point. “But if you’re too passive, you’ll invite girls who want to run right over you and take advantage of you.”
“So I should be passive-aggressive?” he asked jokingly, taking a swig of his own.
Ellen crinkled her cute little nose, “Eww… no… that just comes off as snarky and mean. That’ll turn off almost everyone. Especially the trolly way you do it… no offense,” she said with a smile.
“So not passive. Not aggressive. Not passive aggressive. You can see why I have trouble figuring out what you bi… What women want.”
Ellen cocked her eye, knowing what had almost slipped out of Aaron’s mouth. “Well not calling us bitches would be a good start. I can’t speak for all women but I like straightforward, honest men. I hooked up with Mike because he didn’t hide himself. He didn’t play games. He doesn’t get jealous. He wants me to have fun and he trusts me,” she said. I knew she was laying the ground work for getting Aaron into bed. The words were obvious to me even if their subtle meaning wasn’t clear to Aaron.
“Okay… so… honest and straight forward but not aggressive.”
“Not too aggressive. Most girls still like a bit of a… well… for lack of a more PC term… Man with a capital M… you know?”
Aaron chuckled but nodded, “But how do you build trust? How do you avoid getting jealous?”
I finally interjected, “It’s not easy. Sometimes you have to open up and try new things. Take risks. But if you find the right person, their happiness becomes the most important thing in the world and they return that sentiment. I know Ellen wants me to be happy. And I want her to be happy too. I also know she’ll always come home to me at the end of the day, right baby?”
“Absolutely,” she said, sipping her drink. She undid a button on her shirt casually. I don’t really know if Aaron noticed but I sure did. Her breathing was already getting a little ragged.
“The other thing you’ve got to keep in mind, Aaron, is that you’re a good looking guy and you’ve got… well… you know… a reputation about your equipment. So one thing to remember is that, girls that know you, are always going to be a bit easier targets. So if you’re looking for a, no strings attached good time, sometimes your friends are the best places to start.”
He laughed at that. All of our college friends were married and he didn’t make new friends particularly easily. “He’s right, Aaron,” my wife said huskily. The tone snapped his neck around and he looked at her.
“Just look for the signs,” I said. “Look for the flushed skin and the heavy breathing,” I told him. Ellen was exhibiting both of those two symptoms in spades. “Hard nipples… especially when it’s not cold.” Our house was a balmy 75. Ellen’s nipples were harder than I’d ever seen them. “She might touch her skin, especially in areas that are her particular erogenous zones.”
Ellen ran a nail down her cleavage, popping another button off in a much less subtle way this time. Aaron was completely transfixed as he watched her. I couldn’t blame him. “The little hair tucks and the lip bites are good signs too,” I said and Ellen followed suit. “And if you’re really lucky, and she’s super horny, she might even involuntarily spread her legs a little.”
“Seriously?” he asked in a whisper.
“Seriously,” she said and did just that. And not a little either. She spread her knees two feet apart, revealing her smooth, unprotected pussy.
“Uhhh… guys?” he asked, unable to vocalize the question.
“I don’t get jealous. I want Ellen to experience all the pleasure she wants. And you need some companionship that doesn’t leave you feeling taken advantage of.”
“I mean… she’s taking advantage of me a little,” he said as he adjusted himself.
“Not yet I’m not,” she said with a wink as she stood up and unbuttoned another button from her dress. It was now draped open, barely clinging to her tits. She walked towards him, “And only in ways that all three of us want, right?”
“Yup,” I said with a smile. Watching her work her magic on our friend was giving me a huge hard on. Aaron simply nodded but his emotions were pretty clear too.
“So, Aaron. You want to give me what I missed out on in college?”
“Are you sure, guys?” he asked.
“It’s cool, Aaron. We talked about it. She wants it. I want to see her get it. It’s all good. Remember, I trust her.”
He got a slightly cocky look, “If you’re sure. The sluts I fuck tend to get a little clingy afterwards.”
“Do I look like a slut?” my wife asked with a smirk.
Aaron wasn’t sure how to respond so I bailed him out, “Uhh… honey… yes… yes you do.”
“Good,” she said and dropped to her knees. She unbuttoned and unzipped Aaron’s pants, helping him take them off as he pulled his shirt off. The silent agreement had been made, these two were going to fuck and nothing was going to stop that. “Oh yes,” she said as she gazed at the now revealed appendage. That’s really the only word you could use to describe it. It was, indeed, massive. It must have been nine inches long and wider than a coke can. My wife took a gentle lick of it and Aaron shuddered. “I’ve wanted this for so long?”
“You have?” Aaron asked.
Ellen nodded, “Oh yeah… so much… I held onto my virginity for far too long and missed out on this magnificent hunk of meat. Plus, 18 year old me was a little scared of this.” She dove down on his cock, trying to take as much into her mouth as she could. It was pretty impressive watching her as she managed a lot more than I thought she would.
“Holy fuck, Ellen. That’s so good,” he said, throwing his head back in pleasure.
She came back up for air and said, “I bought a big dildo and have been practicing.” Before he could respond, she dove back down, taking three quarters of the shaft down her throat. You could actually see the bulge as she choked herself on his big dick. Having found her limit, she came up with a gasp and plunged back down, taking his cock deep into her throat over and over in quick succession.
“Fuck she’s a great little cock sucker,” he said to me.
“Oh I know,” I said. I had to adjust my own cock because it was so hard. I got up went behind Ellen’s kneeling form. Reaching up her skirt, I could feel the heat radiating from her ready cunt and dipped my fingers into her, sliding them around and teasing her. Her response was to moan and force another half an inch down her throat. We continued like this for a few minutes, Ellen making every apparent effort to consume the mammoth cock. Finally she pulled off, defeated but not disappointed. She looked Aaron dead in the high and lustily pronounced, “I need this cock in another hole.”
She turned around and furiously ripped my shorts off of me while Aaron positioned himself behind her. As he started to press the head of his cock into her cunt, she looked up at me and whispered, “I love you. Thank you.”
Before I could say anything in response, he entered her and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. It was like I was watching the moment when a human's brain was switched off. Her mouth was stuck in a wide “O” and she couldn’t even muster a sound as he slowly fed his inches into her. When he was fully ensconced in her tight cunt, her eyes met mine again and this time there was just glazed over lust. I’m not even sure she saw me sitting right in front of her. The look was wild and it made my cock twitch. I grabbed her head and pulled it down on my cock which she took effortlessly down to the root.
Aaron pulled out and slid back into her, going slow to let her get used to it. Everytime he bottomed out, she lost track of my cock in her mouth and just moaned. Eventually, he started slamming into her harder and harder, shoving her mouth down on my cock and giving me a weird kind of indirect face fucking from her.
I normally don’t cum from blowjobs but this was so fucking hot that I eventually felt my orgasm approaching. After about ten minutes of increasingly hard fucking, I finally felt myself burst, blasting a huge load of cum all over Ellen’s face. It was more than I’d cum in a long time and I shot rope after rope all over her slutty face. “Yes… Yess… yess,” she whimpered as I glazed her.
“Fuck… fuck… yes, Aaron. So fucking good…,” she said and started rubbing her clit which made her shoot off with her own orgasm.
“That’s one,” he said and gave her ass a little smack as she came on his cock. It wasn’t the biggest orgasm she’d ever had but it was definitely the longest as she continued cumming for a couple minutes as he kept pounding her. “She really is a hot piece of ass,” he said.
“She’s not normally this big of a slut,” I told him, looking at her messy, broken face.
“I told you, man. Bitches get this fat cock and they always become cock hungry whores.”
I sat back and watched the pounding he was giving her. Maybe more impressive than his cock was the stamina he had. He kept slamming her hard and fast for another twenty minutes, driving her to three more orgasms before he flipped her over and pulled her on top of him. Her body offered no resistance as she mounted him and sank down on his cock fully with a loud moan. She ground her hips on his cock as he mauled her tits. Her messy face now had my dried cum all over her. She looked up at me and I saw her wicked expression. “Want my ass, Mike?”
“Hell yeah,” I said as my cock surged. Ellen had to be in just the right mood to ask for anal sex. Clearly she was there. I moved behind her and leaned her forward. I was worried for a second but Aaron didn’t seem to care about the caked cum on her face. He grabbed her hair and kissed her fiercely as I squirted some lube on my hand and slowly fed her my cock. She started panting and as I filled up her backdoor, she came again, causing her to clench tight on my cock. It took a minute but Aaron and I quickly found a rhythm. Once we did, Ellen started cumming over and over.
“Fuck yes… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me,” she was chanting mindlessly when Aaron finally came, filling up my now-definitely-a-slut wife. She leaned down and kissed him, whispering, “Thank you,” as I laid into her ass. She gave me a little squeeze and that pushed me over the edge as I shot a second orgasm into her.
The three of us disentangled and I helped Ellen to stagger into the bathroom to get cleaned up. “What did you think?” I asked her, giving her ruined face a gentle kiss.
“Oh my fucking God, Mike…”
“That good?”
“You guys had me cumming so hard when you were tag teaming me. I felt like such a whore taking two cocks. I loved it… God… I’m such a slut aren’t I?” she said with a laugh.
“My slut, right?”
“Always baby. In fact… that was so good… you get two threesomes of your choice!”
“Becky and who else are you offering?”
“My little sister’s in town next week,” she said with a wicked smile.
“Wow… you really are a slut now,” I said and gave her a kiss.
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MacDaddyD
Nice one!
