1986…that’s when I bought this black dress. It wasn’t ripped..
Added 2024-10-16 21:27:16 +0000 UTC1986…that’s when I bought this black dress. It wasn’t ripped when I bought it. That happened in the mid-2000s. I bought it with my first husband. I was supposed to wear it to a club called the “Thunderbird.” In Jacksonville, NC. My husband was a Marine and stationed there. I had talked my husband into letting me wear it to the club and let me find a guy and give him a handjob. I don’t know why I was so specific about jerking a guy off but that’s what I wanted to do. We got to the club, and he backed out. He couldn’t go through with it. He didn’t want me holding another man's cock in my hands. Did I end up having another man's cock in my hands eventually? Yes, but my husband knew nothing about it, and to this day, though I’m sure he suspected, he never knew whose dick I had in my hand. And in my mouth…and every other hole I had. Who was it? It was his best friend. I think they are still friends to this day. My poor husband probably hangs out with him, not knowing his friend's dick was pumping sperm into my body so many years ago. That makes me tingle thinking about it. Just the thought of letting my husband's best friend breed me not only in the house but in his bed that my husband would sleep in later that night still makes my pussy wet all these years later. I am a terrible wife…but I wouldn’t change a thing.
