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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
03/09/2010
My wife and I met in our late 20's, she was a banker and I was an accountant. She is a real stunning city girl. Long blonde hair, the latest designer clothes and accessories, thin, long tanned legs, and a perfect (fake) D cup chest. I, on the other hand grew up in the country on my fathers cattle farm. I didn't move to the city until I was 18 and moved for university. I always intended to go back to the farm when my father passed away, but I didn't envision that to be for a long time.
We married two years after we met and three years after that my father passed away. It was much earlier than expected and quite sudden. I expressed to Sarah that I wanted to return to the farm. She was hesitant to say the least but agreed to give it a go for a year.
Sarah idea of helping out on the farm was cooking dinner and spending the rest of the day dividing her time between plotting how to get us away from the farm and tanning. This meant that my days were long and hard work, trying to keep everything running. The farm was turning a nice profit so I decided that I would employ a farm hand to help out for a few weeks.
The farm hand, Mark, arrived a few days later, a strapping young man of 21. He was a hard worker and after a few days I asked if he would stay on permanently. He turned down my offer, saying he was heading to another farm further north and he had given them his word. I was disappointed but understood and didn't push the point.
The sixth day Mark was with us, we were working together mending a fence on the back of the property, about half an hour drive from the house and sheds. We were working for about an hour when I realised we were going to need more wire, so I sent Mark back to the shed while I kept working. He must have back to the shed when I realised we needed the chainsaw also but I couldn't reach him on the radio so I jumped in my truck and headed back also.
Marks truck was parked in front of the shed still and I went inside but no one was around. I figured he'd gone to the house to grab some food while he was here. I walked over to the house, I went inside to find my wife sitting on the kitchen table with Mark in between her legs, pounding her. As soon as they saw me, he pulled out and started stammering an apology, his big cock swaying around, covered in a tightly stretched condom.
I was shocked, I just stood there frozen, my mind racing. It seemed like I stood there for hours, but in reality it was about a minute. Everyone waiting for someone else to make a move. Finally I spoke. "You dirty slut, how could you?"
Sarah just looked away, humiliated. I spoke again "alright, if you want to be a dirty slut, suit yourself, dont let me stop you."
"Go on, finish with her" I told Mark.
Mark seemed very unsure.
"Do it boy" I snapped angrily.
Mark moved towards Sarah, scared to not follow my instructions but feeling nervous about it.
"Take that condom off first, if she wants to be a slut she can be a real one" I ordered to him.
Mark nervously pulled the condom off and entered her again. Sarah had her eyes closed, crying as he pounded her again, finally erupting inside her, filling her with his seed.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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We married two years after we met and three years after that my father passed away. It was much earlier than expected and quite sudden. I expressed to Sarah that I wanted to return to the farm. She was hesitant to say the least but agreed to give it a go for a year.
Sarah idea of helping out on the farm was cooking dinner and spending the rest of the day dividing her time between plotting how to get us away from the farm and tanning. This meant that my days were long and hard work, trying to keep everything running. The farm was turning a nice profit so I decided that I would employ a farm hand to help out for a few weeks.
The farm hand, Mark, arrived a few days later, a strapping young man of 21. He was a hard worker and after a few days I asked if he would stay on permanently. He turned down my offer, saying he was heading to another farm further north and he had given them his word. I was disappointed but understood and didn't push the point.
The sixth day Mark was with us, we were working together mending a fence on the back of the property, about half an hour drive from the house and sheds. We were working for about an hour when I realised we were going to need more wire, so I sent Mark back to the shed while I kept working. He must have back to the shed when I realised we needed the chainsaw also but I couldn't reach him on the radio so I jumped in my truck and headed back also.
Marks truck was parked in front of the shed still and I went inside but no one was around. I figured he'd gone to the house to grab some food while he was here. I walked over to the house, I went inside to find my wife sitting on the kitchen table with Mark in between her legs, pounding her. As soon as they saw me, he pulled out and started stammering an apology, his big cock swaying around, covered in a tightly stretched condom.
I was shocked, I just stood there frozen, my mind racing. It seemed like I stood there for hours, but in reality it was about a minute. Everyone waiting for someone else to make a move. Finally I spoke. "You dirty slut, how could you?"
Sarah just looked away, humiliated. I spoke again "alright, if you want to be a dirty slut, suit yourself, dont let me stop you."
"Go on, finish with her" I told Mark.
Mark seemed very unsure.
"Do it boy" I snapped angrily.
Mark moved towards Sarah, scared to not follow my instructions but feeling nervous about it.
"Take that condom off first, if she wants to be a slut she can be a real one" I ordered to him.
Mark nervously pulled the condom off and entered her again. Sarah had her eyes closed, crying as he pounded her again, finally erupting inside her, filling her with his seed.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
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Poster:
Joe Farmer