Wife

A message on the answering machine was the only message from his arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would only be here 48 hours. She sighed with frustration. Twice before she touched him. The first time, many years before, she was strongly rejected. It had hurt her ego pretty bad. The second was during a visit when he had surgery on his shoulder. I can’t blame him for not being sexually interested. But she and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with. He was definitely a fantasy of hers. Whether it would become reality would be another story.

My wife is a beautiful woman, with long, fiery red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she’s six feet tall, shapeful legs. Her figure is perfect with full, sturdy tits of 39" that require a D-cup bra. Her hips are also 39" but not a gram of fat. She’s got the smoothest, tightest, rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Although her broad hips give her a big ass, her little 24" waist ends from her hour glass figure.

I’ve been married to the wife of most men’s fantasies for almost ten years now. Those ten years are because of some love adventures that others pale in comparison. Joy has always been a free spirit, but given to her heavenly body, that was easy to oversee. For the first five years of marriage, we investigated each other in all possible sexual ways. I couldn’t see how our love life could be richer.

Have you ever wondered what your wife does when she’s at work? Will she come home later than expected, and hurry upstairs to wash and change before you have the chance to exchange a few words? Is she avoiding intimacy as an excuse for having a rough day at the office? Is she wearing inappropriate underwear for work? If this all sounds familiar, you got to keep reading.

I would like to share a story with you about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the busy service department of an electrical retail company. There were about ten men operating all kinds of household appliances. We had a few girls working at the helpdesk and customer reception down the stairs, but our floor was almost a male dominated environment, so you can imagine the fun among the boys when our service manager employed a really young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but saw her breasts wiggling as they struggled with the electric floor polisher every morning became quite a distraction. At 11:30 she made tea and coffee and brought it to every desk on a tray. The boys could always hurt her, tickle her when she had the tray and was generally messing around. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she gave back as good as she got.

I wanted to write a little bit about my naughty wife. My hobby is helping my wife get together with a man for sex. I can’t help it. I’m so freaked out that it’s the only sex exciting thing I’m interested in. We’ve been doing it for 12 years, on and off.

My wife Judy seems shy and a little decent for most people. She was a virgin when we met years ago, but I learned quickly that she was supersexual. She never had enough. She used to go to the living room with a dildo when I was done. My first clue that she wanted more than one year when we were married, one night during sex, she started saying, “I love fucking, oh how I like dick,” and she looked at me with a very dirty look. I got such a hard ad horny that I couldn’t stand it. It took years to go from there to active waves.