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You ready, hon?” I ask rather impatiently, and rather unreasonably. My wife doesn’t take that long, and we’ve got plenty of time, but I’m ever vigilant about time. I waste entirely too much time focusing on time. With that, she slips out of the booth, and I get to see the slightest hint of cheek as she stands up. Like magnets, my eyes attach to the swaying of her skirt as she walks away. I rush out of the tent and look towards where I heard her scream. I glance over to the car and she is asleep in the passenger seat. He kneeled half way on the bed and lowered his head till he had his face in her cunny. He pulled her ** to the side and began to give her head. She was moaning loud enough for me to hear her outside the wall. I was worried the kids might hear her. Here is a guy eating my wife's ** and I am worrying about the kids hearing the sounds of their **.
I feel her forehead and she’s burning up. I tell her that she may have a fever and that we should probably go home. She looks bummed, but eventually gives in and I get her up and take her to the car. We don't think there is anything wrong about being raunchy in your 50's. We love to give people pleasure with our snaps. I don't think we have anything to be ashamed of. It is an innocent bit of fun, why should it only be young people who get to enjoy their sexuality? I would’ve got away with it had it not been for a good male friend (man hen?) who enjoyed my stupidity, and felt it appropriate that two weeks before getting married – arguably a gross act of stupidity – was the very time to celebrate being a massive prat. My friend went to bed — and me and this man kept messaging. I decided this wasn’t cool so I said goodnight to him and got in my friend’s bed with her.
I surprised my wife with a weekend to the beach. I furnished the room with enough booze and mix to make some interesting drinks and convinced her to stay in the first night because I was a bit tired from driving. Helen says, “Our kids don't know what we get up to, but we guess they will be ok with it. They need to know that you are never too old to have fun. Most children think sex doesn't happen after 40, especially if it involves their own parents. I hesitate just long enough to wipe the drool from my chin — the only acceptable hesitation when answering this question, by the way — and stutter out something that resembles “gorgeous”. There has been one awkward shoot, when one of pour friends of 30 years asked if he could picture Helen. He said he had always liked Helen and would love to see her topless. It felt strange as we had known him for so long. But we were professional and got on with the job. He looked thrilled when her top came off and he saw her breasts.” There is an additional 4 or 5 minutes of continuing music at the end for those who want to prolong the relaxation or perhaps drift off to sleep.)
We motored through countless bottles of wine, bottles of vodka, cans of despicable lager, and then staggered down to the shop for more. Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife ** another guy. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them. In answer, she steps out of the bathroom with a twirl, her short skirt flowing out (and up) to reveal a tremendous amount of thigh. “How do I look?” she asks, smiling. Helen says, “On a few of occasions I have been asked by the client if they can get involved in the pictures, which I am guessing would involve some kind of sexual activity, but that would never happen. I am a model not a sex worker. A lot of photographers try to push the limits. If it's topless, they want nude, if it's nude they want adult etc.The woman wasn’t really a friend. And, actually, was sort of a bitch. Very ‘Clahm’. [That’s ‘posh Clapham’ for non-London readers.] That went on for a few minutes and then he pulled out, gently pushed her over on the bed and slide her skirt up to her hips. I awoke at 6pm in my house. In just my bra, pants and t-shirt — sweating, confused, and curious as to the whereabouts of the rest of my clothes and shoes.
She was fast asleep. I couldn’t sleep, though. I was too wired and too turned on. So I WhatsApp’d him again. And told him to call me. My wife and I are in our early 40s. Married for 15 years with kids and a "normal" middle class family. My wife is your average soccer mom type with a few extra pounds. I am a business executive who lives in suit and tie. In all outward appearances we are dull and boring. However I confess that every year for the past 5 years on my birthday, I watch my wife get pounded over and over by a massive BBC. Each year she looks for a Mandingo stud blessed with a giant tool that loves married white women and will pound her senseless while I watch. It's truly amazing to watch her in action. If anyone ever knew. Omg. ;) It's almost my birthday.She keeps shivering and eventually tells me that she isn’t feeling well, but doesn’t want to ruin our trip. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was psyched that she said that because I wanted to get the hell out of there. As I said before, I’m not a big fan of nature. My favourite hen night, though, was one where I was good enough to be invited to the hen party — but not good enough to be invited to the wedding. But I was well-behaved and didn’t do anything I shouldn’t with any of them. Except I did swap numbers with one really cute man. NOTE!! - Don't listen to this while driving or operating heavy machinery or doing anything that requires your full attention!! She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise!
I’m not a huge fan of weddings and I was certainly never one of those little girls (or boys, I suppose) who dreamt about their Big Day. (Unless of course the Big Day could be 24 hours with Steven Gerrard and a magic sponge. In which case, yep, had lots of those dreams.) In addition, we occasionally receive products free-of-charge for review. We strive to be diligent in our honestly, and we refuse to review any product sent with strings attached. I’ve thankfully never been on a hen do. But I did once have a very fun night because of someone else’s. I worked long hours at my own business so it was inevitable that my wife and the other gal would spend a lot of time together., Same age kids and all. I have shared my wife and like to watch her shared again.Anyone on here to share shared wife stories and pictures. Maybe can meet some time if from N.E Ohio.I’m imagining that thong under her skirt as I follow her inside, my eyes glued to her booty the whole time. We’re shown our booth and she scoots up next to me, intoxicating me with her warmth. My hands almost immediately creep to her thighs, savoring the short skirt, but she moves my hand away every time I get a little too explorative. Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal. My wife caught me rubbing my ** thru my robe and that actually got her **. I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe should be feeling guilty that it was my fault. She said it was pale and she thought it was a naked person crawling behind some trees. She saw them stand up against a tree and that’s when she honked the horn and they dropped down and crawled away.
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