1. MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 2


    Date: 2/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 90.4, Source: sexstories.com

    hadn’t trusted me enough to tell me what had happened. On the other hand I knew now for certain the fear she’d had to deal with. We became more open in our discussions with each other and I finally had the nerve to ask the one question I had always been terrified to ask. “Way back in high school when you were so beautiful and so popular you could have had your choice of boys—star football players, or any of the other jocks—so why did you choose me, a nobody nerd who was never popular outside of my small clique of nobody nerd pals?” Jennie took my face in her hands and kissed me. It was long and sweet, but there was no tongue and little passion. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that would lead to hot sex, but it was a kiss of love. “I picked you because you weren’t a jock. Ever ask yourself what jocks talk about?” I smiled as I thought about an answer. “Not a clue.” “That’s a great answer and it’s right on. Most of them don’t have a clue about anything or anyone but themselves. I went on a few jock dates as a junior, but I was bored by nine o’clock…and then there was the sex. It was always ‘gimme…gimme…gimme.’ I had enough after three and I determined to never date a jock again. “Then I met you in the library. We talked about history and current events and politics. Do you remember?” I did. I remembered it like it was yesterday. “I realized later that you were exactly what I was looking for, but getting you to ask me out was a challenge. You were so shy, at least with me. I recall ...
    trying to hang out with you hoping you’d take the hint. I was so relieved when you finally did. I loved our first date. Remember that?” “Yeah, ‘A Midsummer’s Night Dream” at the festival in Central Park. I could never forget the night I lost my virginity…other than losing it to my right hand.” I began to laugh and soon Jennie joined me. Then she kissed me again. This time we couldn’t get our clothes off soon enough. Jennie pushed me to the floor and mounted me in a second. She paused for a second to pet Heidi, but was back to fucking my lights out once she was done. She rode me with ferocity and an urgency I’d rarely experienced even with Jennie who was ferocious on most nights and even worse when the sun was shining. Personally, I loved the look the venetian blinds made on her breasts—the parallel lines of sunlight playing on her gorgeous orbs or her tight abdomen made her look surreal. Today she leaned forward, hands on my shoulders as she ground her clit into my body. Her grunts drew no attention from Heidi who, by now, was well accustomed to the sounds of our lovemaking. She came on a run, teeth bared, when she first heard Jennie scream. “I’m okay, Heidi…much more than okay,” she told Heidi while petting her and scratching her ears. She was recovering on my chest at the time. A couple of sniffs later Heidi was back in her favorite place, where the afternoon sun warmed the tiles in our kitchen. She stopped running to Jennie after about two weeks, realizing then that those ...
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