cheating wife stories
My best friend's little brother hijacked my bachelor party, joined the mile high club with my new bride, and slept with her in our honeymoon bed in front of me.
I don't know what my friends were doing to my wife, but I could hear her being pushed backwards and forwards while slobbering on what sounded like a Popsicle.
My husband lay passed-out drunk beside me. His best friend was on top of me sliding the girth of his big cock in my wet pussy. I orgasmed with each inch I took.
One of the movers my wife and I hired turned out to be my bully. I struggled to lift boxes and furniture while he worked up a sweat with my wife in our bedroom.
Laryssa hired a young white thug named Dougie as a bouncer at her nightclub. Now she's being spit-roasted by him and his wigger-friend, Slaine, in her office.
I told my wife that my 19-year-old pot dealer had become my bully. She went to his place to stand up for me, but didn't come out of his bedroom for hours.
I saw my wife looking out the window, her body bent over. Andrew stood behind her and gave me the finger as their bodies rhythmically motioned back and forth.
Chris threw his sweaty towel at me before introducing himself to my girlfriend. He left with her number, instructing me to clean his house before she came over.
I convinced my wife, who was also my boss at work, to hire my big-dicked buddy as my assistant. She hired him as my new boss and made me his assistant.
I first saw the cum-stained and stretched-out Victoria's Secret panties in my buddy's bed. The second time I saw them, they were in my wife's underwear drawer.