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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Hi guys, first and foremost I must say "apologies" bear with me and forgive me for the spellings and grammar mistakes that I'm about to make. 
Well, here's my first story. It's a true story and I'm writing while waiting for Mrs G to come home from her lovers/"B" home.
I always wanted to watch Mrs G get fucked. In my life the greatest pleasure is to watch, hear, feel and taste a lady having an orgasum or to watch her getting pleasured by another person.
It took me a long a very ling time to explain this. When she finally agreed to join me in swinging we started to share our fantasies, our dreams and desires.
One day while we were having a pillow talk she dropped a hint of someone she'd really like to fuck. This was her best friends husband B.
To make things complicated we all knew each other well, meet up regularly, have dinner nights parties and whatnot.
Mrs G's lady friend is a tall exotic lady from a far away land famous for these sort of knifeworks. She has been under the knife few times and spend good few grnds to shape up her body. She's one of them ladies who'd not hug you tight because she either got some sort of pain due her large breasts or fear of popping one of her 2k breast implants.
Mrs.G has her natural curves, scars and partially hanging boobs from a breastfed mum. Well....now stop reading go and check her curves you naughty lot...
What she noticed was last Halloween when she attend her friends Halloween party, her friends husband, we'll call him "B" from now onwards.B was like a vulture. ?? He was pouring drinks over drinks and wanted to make Mrs G d*unk. Unfortunately I was at night shift that night. She somehow emptied 5 or more glasses of Prosecco. 
When it come to the point where they had to fare bid well and leave Mrs.G fell off the staircase and cut her knees. She was bleeding.
If she wasn't d*unk trust me guys I'd have to leave work and come. Lucky she was d*unk, and the shame of falling in front of others made her bite her tongue. B came running grabbed her.
His master planned worked and Mrs G was now on his grasp. He quickly changed from being a manger at a well known high street franchise to an ambulance first-aider.
He got the first aid kit and started to clean Mrs G's long golden, legs. He gently touched her legs. Slowly rubbing his hands while he was wiping her wound.
What can you say? Mrs G was mesmerised and she was thinking of all them Bollywood movies she used to watch. She was living the dream. Once he dressed her wounds offered to drop Mrs G home. What a true Gent.
That was the alarm bells to B's wife, she quickly intervened and got a taxi for Mrs G.
This was the first time B came into the story. |
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