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Original Sotry By J Boswell And free porn video
This is a story adjusted to my tastes and was originally written by J. Boswell in the mid 1990s titled "Giving Him What He Wants"> It was a particularly hot story but the main part that interested me was the letter to the editor from the 'Match Maker'that the wife reads when snooping through her husband's porn stash hence this version.
My wife and I are both in our early thirties, and although she obviously wasn't a virgin when I married her, her claim is that I'm the only man in her life. I didn't really care who she had fucked, or how many, or what she said about me being the "only man she's ever really loved" because I had screwed around, too, and with at least two other women before we were married.
But after eleven years of married life, things had gotten pretty dull for me. I just knew that a lot of our friends were probably into casual wife-swapping and I suggested to the wife that we try to join them for a party or two - just to see what's going on. I kept at it, but she whined and said she didn't want to. She said she loved me, and was a married woman and would feel like a cheap slut screwing another man. She went on to say she would be worried about how she'd feel about screwing a friend or a friend's husband, her guilt, the gossip, blah, blah, blah. I got tired listening.
Since I couldn't persuade her to go along with my idea, and she sure as hell didn't tell me to go out and party without her, I decided to see if I could spice up our sex-life by arranging some excitement. Maybe if some spur-of-the-moment fucking took place, then she'd see my swinging idea was a good one.
The first time I tried something was over five years ago, with an out-of-town salesman I met in a bar after work. He was a big, muscular guy, sitting next to me at the bar and bitching about the lack of pussy in the place. After a few beers, on impulse, I showed him some pictures of my wife in a bikini, and as he was drooling all over them, I asked him if he'd like to do me a favor.
I told him that my wife was a little kinky and liked some fresh meat every now and then, and that, occasionally, we invited a friend in to help her out, and that I liked him enough to invite him to join us for some fun. He agreed in a flash, the horny bastard.
As I drove him to our house, I told him not to take "no" for an answer from her, that she was a real cockteaser and that it was just part of her hard-to-get game. I told him that for her, "being taken" by a real man was her hottest turn-on. This guy was going nuts listening to my bullshit, almost nodding his stupid head off. When we got home, I was glad to see that my wifestill had her work clothes on. She works in a big office and dresses pretty nice each day.he looked real good in her fancy white blouse, tight skirt and high heels.
I introduced the salesman to my wife as my long-lost Army buddy who was just passing through town. We fed her some bullshit story about how he saved my life in a barroom brawl and how I could never repay him for it. We all had a few drinks before and after dinner, and the guy definitely liked what he saw and was getting friendlier with her as we took turns dancing with her after dinner.
After an hour or so, I was making another round of drinks in the kitchen when I heard some noise from the family room. I peeked into the room and saw that the guy had my wife pinned up against the wall. She was struggling against him as he was kissing her hard on the mouth and he had his hand shoved up under her skirt. She managed to push away from him when I entered the room, and I was heartened to see that things just might get pretty interesting.
Figuring they would get nowhere with me around, I told them that I had just killed the Scotch and that I would run out for more. I said that being so far out in the country, it would take me about forty-five minutes. My wife said she wanted to go to the store so I could stay and talk to my buddy, but I grabbed my keys and left. I was gone close to an hour. I figured by the time I got home, things would be warmed up and I'd join in the fun. But, when I got home, I found them sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, watching TV and talking. I was a little disappointed because I couldn't tell if anything had happened - and it didn't look like anything had. Later, when I drove the guy back to his motel, the asshole told me that my wife had really resisted him for a while, turning him on more and more, getting him into her game. He said to screw her, he finally had to pin her down on the floor and rip her panties to get his dick in. He said after he came, he yanked her skirt and blouse and bra off and told her he wouldn't give them back until she blew him. He said he was just zipping up and she was still swallowing his cum and buttoning her blouse as I pulled into the driveway.
It was good to hear that something happened and even if I didn't get my shot, I was encouraged that I could set up some fun things and maybe get her into the mood to spread her precious pussy around a little. When I got home, I tried to pry some information from her about what happened with my "Army buddy" while I was gone, but she just said he was a jerk and never mentioned a thing about her fucking and blowing him, and she still refused to consider swinging.
Nothing else happened until a few months later, when we went on our summer vacation. We stayed in a nice motel and met three other couples staying there. During the week, we went golfing and to the beach with them, and I noticed the hot looks the guys were giving my wife and her big tits, even in her conservative bathing suits. On the last night together, the eight of us closed the bar and went back to one of the rooms to continue the party.
There was a lot of kissie-feelie going on and I thought something might soon develop - maybe even a wild orgy and I'd finally get my ashes hauled by some new pussy - even if none of the other wives was in my wife's class for looks and body. But we never got beyond the little kisses and the party began to crap out. Some people wanted to crash and some others wanted to go eat at the all-night diner. After we all split up, there was me, my wife, and another guy in the room. This guy had been ogling my wife all week and that night had been trying to grab her tits every chance he got.
When my wife went into the bathroom, I told the guy I was going back to our room for some sleep. When I stepped outside, I heard him lock the door behind me. I stepped to the windows, peeked through the blinds I had left partially opened, and waited to see what would happen. My wife came out of the bathroom and asked the man where I went. He told her I went for ice and that she should wait there for my return. Then he stepped up to her and kissed her hard on the lips. At the same time,he swiftly unzipped her sexy sundress all the way down her front. She started to pull away, and as she did, he grabbed at her bra strap and ripped the cup off her left tit. Then he shoved her down on the bed and began to suck her naked tit. As she struggled under him, he somehow managed to open up her dress and began to pull her panties down.
At this point, she really began to put up a fight, and I almost went to the door, but something inside of me stopped me. I couldn't pull myself away from watching the whole incredible, arousing, hot scene. My wife -- fucking around with a stranger! And I had a front-row seat! The guy rolled my wife over onto her stomach, pulled her dress down off her other shoulder and unhooked her bra. After he slid her panties off her long legs, he dropped his pants and shorts and climbed on the bed, too. My wife was still trying to fend him off, but it looked like she had lost a lot of her fight. After struggling with my wife a little more and holding her hands to the bed, above her head, the guy finally got between her legs and got his good-sized cock in her and rammed it into her to the hilt.
I suddenly realized that I had one of the hardest and biggest erections in my life! I was really enjoying watching this! The guy continued to fuck my wife for at least another ten minutes, until he came inside her with a big grunt. He finally climbed off her and walked into the bathroom and cleaned his cock. My wife laid there, on the bed, gasping and panting, her legs spread wide apart, her hands still above her head. When the guy walked back into the bedroom, he made another drink and walked over to the bed. As he stood there, looking down at my wife, she raised herself up on her elbow, took hold of his soft prick in her hand, and gently guided it into her mouth! She began to suck him off, first slowly, and then more and more wildly. She sucked him for about five minutes, until he pulled away with another huge erection. He then climbed back on the bed, and I watched as my wife guided his hard cock up her already-filled cunt. While they were screwing, I heard the couple who's room it was coming up the steps. I ducked around the corner to get out of sight and was surprised to see that the d****s on the sliding door on the beach side were wide open. I stepped into the shadows to watch from my new front-row seat. The first guy and my wife didn't stop screwing when the couple opened the door. The wife said she didn't like what was going on in their room and her husband told her to go back down to the diner ("In case it gets ugly," he said) and he would get rid of the screwing couple.
The wife was barely out the door, when the second guy stripped off his clothes and got on the bed. He immediately began sucking my wife's big tits, and then soon slid up to where he could press his erect cock against my wife's lips. The slut didn't hesitate an instant. She sucked him deep into her mouth! I watched her take both of these studs on at once! The first guy finally had his second orgasm in her pussy and rolled off her. The second husband immediately slid into position and began pounding away in my wife's noisy-wet cunt. He only took a few minutes to cum, and after he was finished, the two men laid there, totally exhausted. To my shock and amazement, my wife got up and paraded around the room totally naked. She asked if either of the guys was ready to go again. They both moaned and said they were spent.
As she bent to pick up her clothes, I raced back to our room, undressed, and slid under the covers pretending to be asleep. She came in soon after me, quickly showered and got in bed with me, falling asleep almost immediately. The following morning she asked me where the hell I went the night before. I said I had told the other guy I was going back to our room and that she could follow or stay and party if she wanted to. I bugged her about what happened, but she never said a word about it! She said they just sat around talking and drinking. After seeing the way she acted like a true, slut, whore in that motel room, I again approached her about swinging. Much to my surprise, she still refused. I couldn't figure what her problem was. I had watched her be a real whore for two strangers, and knew she had fucked and sucked another guy's balls dry, so why wouldn't she agree to a little friendly swapping? We argued about it a little more, but I soon let it drop.
Instead, I realized how much fun I was having manipulating her into different situations and watching her whore for other men. I began to keep a notebook with dates and times, places and names (where I knew them), and how I had set up the situation. Over the past five years, I have set up thirty-two different arrangements that have resulted in at least ninety-eight different men enjoying my wife's raunchy sexual talents. Each one of the arrangements was a different set of circumstances, and I'm proud of my ability at inventing them.
There have been some great scenes! One night, I gave a guy I met in a bar my address and set it up that he and three friends would burgle my house, so I could make an insurance claim on an old TV. He asked if anyone would be home, and I said, "You should be so lucky -- my wife is the easiest piece of ass in the world!" And she was. Two of the burglars held her down for her first fuck, but after that, she fucked and sucked all four of them dry. And I watched the whole thing from our bedroom window!
She fucked and sucked guys everywhere! In motel rooms, on a pool table in the back of a bar, in bar and mall parking lots, a weekend in a mountain cabin with five guys.
The best and the worst time was when I took her to the Big Stampede and Rodeo in Calgary, Canada. On the last day, as we were strolling around the horse barn area, I told a group of dirty, sweaty cowpokes that the woman walking along behind me in the short yellow dress was an expensive, cockteasing hooker with a real "BITCH" attitude and if they wanted some fun, they should try her out in the barn. They were drunk and horny and stupid enough to try anything and I quickly climbed up into the loft as they waited for the hooker in the short yellow dress. They started talking to my wife as she walked by and when she shook her head at their rude and lewd propositions and tried to leave, the cowboys grabbed her and dragged her into the back of the barn. She yelled and fought a little, but they threw her on a bunch of dirty blankets and ripped her clothes off her and I watched - for the next hour - while what seemed like every cowboy in Canada took his turn in her mouth, cunt and ass. When they finally finished with her, they left her bare-assed naked, covered with cum, sweat, dirt, beer and booze. I watched as she stood on wobbly legs and stumbled to the open door. When another group of cowboys from across the way saw her standing there naked, they ran over and carried her off into another barn.
By the time I got down from the loft, she was no where to be seen. I searched till I finally left the area and returned later, looking for her. I checked and rechecked the motel room and looked in all the bars, too. I even reported her missing to the security people, but they weren't worried, telling me she just got lost in the crowd. Of course, I knew, but couldn't tell them, that the last time I saw her she was naked as a baby in the barn area with all those horny cowboys!
Finally, at about four in the morning, I heard the motel room door open. I pretended to be asleep as she and some man stepped inside. I heard her thank him for the blanket and the ride home as she handed him the cloth. He grabbed her big tits and said he wanted to fuck her again. My wife shushed him to be quiet and she laid down on the floor. The guy dropped his pants and fucked her hard, right there, in the room with her husband! He left, and she crawled into the other bed and immediately fell asleep. She was so exhausted, she didn't even stir when I removed the sheet and looked at her body covered with dirt, stale booze, cum, and love marks. Believe it or not, she still never mentioned any of these events to me. The next day, she told me she had lost her purse and spent all that time she was gone looking for it and waiting for it to show up at the "lost and found" booth. What bullshit! I guess I never will know how many cowboys screwed her that day!
Anyway, I love what I've worked out. I wish I could watch her fuck and suck ten different guys every night of the year! In five years, the only scene I arranged that she balked at was when I tried to set up a party at a nearby Army base. I wanted to see just how many men she could screw at one time, without stopping. Some GI I met in a bar was going to get us into one of the barracks and just let the guys line up until she couldn't take any more, or there were no guys left. I told the GI that I was bringing a real, live nymphomaniac, and that there was no limit to the number of cocks she could handle. He said that he could easily guarantee fifty guys, probably more. I guess she got wind of the fact that the "party" was going to be an all-night gang-bang, and I could never set it up with her. I still enjoy setting up situations for guys to screw my wife, but I don't think she wants any more out- of-control mass sex encounters - like the rodeo - so I try to limit the number of men to four or five, or less. With all this sex she has participated in, she has never once mentioned any of it to me. But, I think she probably knows that I'm responsible for all or most of it (or, at least, that I know and cooperate). I don't know if she knows I love watching it, but from watching her in action, I know she's a wonderful slut who damn well loves every second of it!
My wife and I are both in our early thirties, and although she obviously wasn't a virgin when I married her, her claim is that I'm the only man in her life. I didn't really care who she had fucked, or how many, or what she said about me being the "only man she's ever really loved" because I had screwed around, too, and with at least two other women before we were married.
But after eleven years of married life, things had gotten pretty dull for me. I just knew that a lot of our friends were probably into casual wife-swapping and I suggested to the wife that we try to join them for a party or two - just to see what's going on. I kept at it, but she whined and said she didn't want to. She said she loved me, and was a married woman and would feel like a cheap slut screwing another man. She went on to say she would be worried about how she'd feel about screwing a friend or a friend's husband, her guilt, the gossip, blah, blah, blah. I got tired listening.
Since I couldn't persuade her to go along with my idea, and she sure as hell didn't tell me to go out and party without her, I decided to see if I could spice up our sex-life by arranging some excitement. Maybe if some spur-of-the-moment fucking took place, then she'd see my swinging idea was a good one.
The first time I tried something was over five years ago, with an out-of-town salesman I met in a bar after work. He was a big, muscular guy, sitting next to me at the bar and bitching about the lack of pussy in the place. After a few beers, on impulse, I showed him some pictures of my wife in a bikini, and as he was drooling all over them, I asked him if he'd like to do me a favor.
I told him that my wife was a little kinky and liked some fresh meat every now and then, and that, occasionally, we invited a friend in to help her out, and that I liked him enough to invite him to join us for some fun. He agreed in a flash, the horny bastard.
As I drove him to our house, I told him not to take "no" for an answer from her, that she was a real cockteaser and that it was just part of her hard-to-get game. I told him that for her, "being taken" by a real man was her hottest turn-on. This guy was going nuts listening to my bullshit, almost nodding his stupid head off. When we got home, I was glad to see that my wifestill had her work clothes on. She works in a big office and dresses pretty nice each day.he looked real good in her fancy white blouse, tight skirt and high heels.
I introduced the salesman to my wife as my long-lost Army buddy who was just passing through town. We fed her some bullshit story about how he saved my life in a barroom brawl and how I could never repay him for it. We all had a few drinks before and after dinner, and the guy definitely liked what he saw and was getting friendlier with her as we took turns dancing with her after dinner.
After an hour or so, I was making another round of drinks in the kitchen when I heard some noise from the family room. I peeked into the room and saw that the guy had my wife pinned up against the wall. She was struggling against him as he was kissing her hard on the mouth and he had his hand shoved up under her skirt. She managed to push away from him when I entered the room, and I was heartened to see that things just might get pretty interesting.
Figuring they would get nowhere with me around, I told them that I had just killed the Scotch and that I would run out for more. I said that being so far out in the country, it would take me about forty-five minutes. My wife said she wanted to go to the store so I could stay and talk to my buddy, but I grabbed my keys and left. I was gone close to an hour. I figured by the time I got home, things would be warmed up and I'd join in the fun. But, when I got home, I found them sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, watching TV and talking. I was a little disappointed because I couldn't tell if anything had happened - and it didn't look like anything had. Later, when I drove the guy back to his motel, the asshole told me that my wife had really resisted him for a while, turning him on more and more, getting him into her game. He said to screw her, he finally had to pin her down on the floor and rip her panties to get his dick in. He said after he came, he yanked her skirt and blouse and bra off and told her he wouldn't give them back until she blew him. He said he was just zipping up and she was still swallowing his cum and buttoning her blouse as I pulled into the driveway.
It was good to hear that something happened and even if I didn't get my shot, I was encouraged that I could set up some fun things and maybe get her into the mood to spread her precious pussy around a little. When I got home, I tried to pry some information from her about what happened with my "Army buddy" while I was gone, but she just said he was a jerk and never mentioned a thing about her fucking and blowing him, and she still refused to consider swinging.
Nothing else happened until a few months later, when we went on our summer vacation. We stayed in a nice motel and met three other couples staying there. During the week, we went golfing and to the beach with them, and I noticed the hot looks the guys were giving my wife and her big tits, even in her conservative bathing suits. On the last night together, the eight of us closed the bar and went back to one of the rooms to continue the party.
There was a lot of kissie-feelie going on and I thought something might soon develop - maybe even a wild orgy and I'd finally get my ashes hauled by some new pussy - even if none of the other wives was in my wife's class for looks and body. But we never got beyond the little kisses and the party began to crap out. Some people wanted to crash and some others wanted to go eat at the all-night diner. After we all split up, there was me, my wife, and another guy in the room. This guy had been ogling my wife all week and that night had been trying to grab her tits every chance he got.
When my wife went into the bathroom, I told the guy I was going back to our room for some sleep. When I stepped outside, I heard him lock the door behind me. I stepped to the windows, peeked through the blinds I had left partially opened, and waited to see what would happen. My wife came out of the bathroom and asked the man where I went. He told her I went for ice and that she should wait there for my return. Then he stepped up to her and kissed her hard on the lips. At the same time,he swiftly unzipped her sexy sundress all the way down her front. She started to pull away, and as she did, he grabbed at her bra strap and ripped the cup off her left tit. Then he shoved her down on the bed and began to suck her naked tit. As she struggled under him, he somehow managed to open up her dress and began to pull her panties down.
At this point, she really began to put up a fight, and I almost went to the door, but something inside of me stopped me. I couldn't pull myself away from watching the whole incredible, arousing, hot scene. My wife -- fucking around with a stranger! And I had a front-row seat! The guy rolled my wife over onto her stomach, pulled her dress down off her other shoulder and unhooked her bra. After he slid her panties off her long legs, he dropped his pants and shorts and climbed on the bed, too. My wife was still trying to fend him off, but it looked like she had lost a lot of her fight. After struggling with my wife a little more and holding her hands to the bed, above her head, the guy finally got between her legs and got his good-sized cock in her and rammed it into her to the hilt.
I suddenly realized that I had one of the hardest and biggest erections in my life! I was really enjoying watching this! The guy continued to fuck my wife for at least another ten minutes, until he came inside her with a big grunt. He finally climbed off her and walked into the bathroom and cleaned his cock. My wife laid there, on the bed, gasping and panting, her legs spread wide apart, her hands still above her head. When the guy walked back into the bedroom, he made another drink and walked over to the bed. As he stood there, looking down at my wife, she raised herself up on her elbow, took hold of his soft prick in her hand, and gently guided it into her mouth! She began to suck him off, first slowly, and then more and more wildly. She sucked him for about five minutes, until he pulled away with another huge erection. He then climbed back on the bed, and I watched as my wife guided his hard cock up her already-filled cunt. While they were screwing, I heard the couple who's room it was coming up the steps. I ducked around the corner to get out of sight and was surprised to see that the d****s on the sliding door on the beach side were wide open. I stepped into the shadows to watch from my new front-row seat. The first guy and my wife didn't stop screwing when the couple opened the door. The wife said she didn't like what was going on in their room and her husband told her to go back down to the diner ("In case it gets ugly," he said) and he would get rid of the screwing couple.
The wife was barely out the door, when the second guy stripped off his clothes and got on the bed. He immediately began sucking my wife's big tits, and then soon slid up to where he could press his erect cock against my wife's lips. The slut didn't hesitate an instant. She sucked him deep into her mouth! I watched her take both of these studs on at once! The first guy finally had his second orgasm in her pussy and rolled off her. The second husband immediately slid into position and began pounding away in my wife's noisy-wet cunt. He only took a few minutes to cum, and after he was finished, the two men laid there, totally exhausted. To my shock and amazement, my wife got up and paraded around the room totally naked. She asked if either of the guys was ready to go again. They both moaned and said they were spent.
As she bent to pick up her clothes, I raced back to our room, undressed, and slid under the covers pretending to be asleep. She came in soon after me, quickly showered and got in bed with me, falling asleep almost immediately. The following morning she asked me where the hell I went the night before. I said I had told the other guy I was going back to our room and that she could follow or stay and party if she wanted to. I bugged her about what happened, but she never said a word about it! She said they just sat around talking and drinking. After seeing the way she acted like a true, slut, whore in that motel room, I again approached her about swinging. Much to my surprise, she still refused. I couldn't figure what her problem was. I had watched her be a real whore for two strangers, and knew she had fucked and sucked another guy's balls dry, so why wouldn't she agree to a little friendly swapping? We argued about it a little more, but I soon let it drop.
Instead, I realized how much fun I was having manipulating her into different situations and watching her whore for other men. I began to keep a notebook with dates and times, places and names (where I knew them), and how I had set up the situation. Over the past five years, I have set up thirty-two different arrangements that have resulted in at least ninety-eight different men enjoying my wife's raunchy sexual talents. Each one of the arrangements was a different set of circumstances, and I'm proud of my ability at inventing them.
There have been some great scenes! One night, I gave a guy I met in a bar my address and set it up that he and three friends would burgle my house, so I could make an insurance claim on an old TV. He asked if anyone would be home, and I said, "You should be so lucky -- my wife is the easiest piece of ass in the world!" And she was. Two of the burglars held her down for her first fuck, but after that, she fucked and sucked all four of them dry. And I watched the whole thing from our bedroom window!
She fucked and sucked guys everywhere! In motel rooms, on a pool table in the back of a bar, in bar and mall parking lots, a weekend in a mountain cabin with five guys.
The best and the worst time was when I took her to the Big Stampede and Rodeo in Calgary, Canada. On the last day, as we were strolling around the horse barn area, I told a group of dirty, sweaty cowpokes that the woman walking along behind me in the short yellow dress was an expensive, cockteasing hooker with a real "BITCH" attitude and if they wanted some fun, they should try her out in the barn. They were drunk and horny and stupid enough to try anything and I quickly climbed up into the loft as they waited for the hooker in the short yellow dress. They started talking to my wife as she walked by and when she shook her head at their rude and lewd propositions and tried to leave, the cowboys grabbed her and dragged her into the back of the barn. She yelled and fought a little, but they threw her on a bunch of dirty blankets and ripped her clothes off her and I watched - for the next hour - while what seemed like every cowboy in Canada took his turn in her mouth, cunt and ass. When they finally finished with her, they left her bare-assed naked, covered with cum, sweat, dirt, beer and booze. I watched as she stood on wobbly legs and stumbled to the open door. When another group of cowboys from across the way saw her standing there naked, they ran over and carried her off into another barn.
By the time I got down from the loft, she was no where to be seen. I searched till I finally left the area and returned later, looking for her. I checked and rechecked the motel room and looked in all the bars, too. I even reported her missing to the security people, but they weren't worried, telling me she just got lost in the crowd. Of course, I knew, but couldn't tell them, that the last time I saw her she was naked as a baby in the barn area with all those horny cowboys!
Finally, at about four in the morning, I heard the motel room door open. I pretended to be asleep as she and some man stepped inside. I heard her thank him for the blanket and the ride home as she handed him the cloth. He grabbed her big tits and said he wanted to fuck her again. My wife shushed him to be quiet and she laid down on the floor. The guy dropped his pants and fucked her hard, right there, in the room with her husband! He left, and she crawled into the other bed and immediately fell asleep. She was so exhausted, she didn't even stir when I removed the sheet and looked at her body covered with dirt, stale booze, cum, and love marks. Believe it or not, she still never mentioned any of these events to me. The next day, she told me she had lost her purse and spent all that time she was gone looking for it and waiting for it to show up at the "lost and found" booth. What bullshit! I guess I never will know how many cowboys screwed her that day!
Anyway, I love what I've worked out. I wish I could watch her fuck and suck ten different guys every night of the year! In five years, the only scene I arranged that she balked at was when I tried to set up a party at a nearby Army base. I wanted to see just how many men she could screw at one time, without stopping. Some GI I met in a bar was going to get us into one of the barracks and just let the guys line up until she couldn't take any more, or there were no guys left. I told the GI that I was bringing a real, live nymphomaniac, and that there was no limit to the number of cocks she could handle. He said that he could easily guarantee fifty guys, probably more. I guess she got wind of the fact that the "party" was going to be an all-night gang-bang, and I could never set it up with her. I still enjoy setting up situations for guys to screw my wife, but I don't think she wants any more out- of-control mass sex encounters - like the rodeo - so I try to limit the number of men to four or five, or less. With all this sex she has participated in, she has never once mentioned any of it to me. But, I think she probably knows that I'm responsible for all or most of it (or, at least, that I know and cooperate). I don't know if she knows I love watching it, but from watching her in action, I know she's a wonderful slut who damn well loves every second of it!
Cheryl
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