One Wife s Fantasy
It was a typical night in our house. The k**s were in bed and we had just finished yet another round of mediocre sex. As he fell asl**p I find my hand moving towards my pussy to finish the job he never seemed to complete. I began to wonder what it would be like to be used by several men. I closed my eyes and let the fantasy play out. “One, two, three” I mutter to myself counting the dandelion patches s**ttered over my lawn. “Every year Joe swears that he’s found the latest and greatest in weed...