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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I lay there thinking is it him or not. Don’t no if it was nerves or the fact I didn’t actually think my wife would do something like this but I managed to convince my self it was not important, so I just lay on the bed stroking my cock waiting for the wife to come out the bathroom. She must have realised I hadn’t gone down to get the door next thing she is poking her head through the bedroom door saying you going to go and get the door or not ? . No leave it it won’t be important I replied. She just looked at me smiled and said have you not read your messages ? , now go and get the door then she goes back of to the bathroom. Even though I fantasies about this moment so many times I’m still lying on my bed thinking wtf is this really happening. I manage to pull my self together and head down the stairs, as I reach the bottom I can see through the patterned glass a blurry out line of a bloke. Still convinced this is all a wind up and not actually him I open the door , Omg now what I thought as I looked straight in his eyes and he says hi again . I was that nervous I couldn’t even manage a hi back lol, how have I gone from wanting this for so long and instigating it all to a shy nervous wreck. I don’t know how as I don’t think I said a word to him but some how we were stood in my kitchen. I soon realised I must have came across rude , ignorant , confused I don’t know what he thought tbh. I managed to say would you like a beer ?. Yes please love one was his reply, I grab a couple of beers hand him one and I say sorry I was shocked your here and tbh my nervous got the better of me. He gave me a friendly smile and said I understand and to be fair to him he said to me I know things can be said and done in the heat of the moment I’ve been there my self, then when reality sets in your overcome by all sorts of feeling, If you both have doubts or changed minds I totally understand. I reassured him I didn’t want him to leave and told him my wife was in bathroom getting ready . |
