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hand sex in the citythis story is part of the FanClub (fm:slut wife, 4114 words)

Author: Nightwriter
Added: Jun 22 2004Views / Reads: 3358 / 2720 [81%]Story vote: 8.78 (9 votes)
Couple rediscover the lost art of the hand job and husband schemes...
 


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I could tell she was feeling guilty, but with the new job and everything she'd have to be away for my thirtieth birthday. To tell the truth, I didn't care. Birthdays were never a big deal to me... just like any other day of the week. What I began to enjoy was the way my beautiful wife was taking the whole thing. I could see the window of opportunity opening wide, and secretly started planning a real nice birthday surprise. My wife's name is Jane, a rather common name, for a person who is most certainly not that common at all. She's got long black hair, Cleopatra eyes, strong lengthy legs, and muscular arms (she works out religiously with Billy Blanks). Her features are exotic, and it's very ordinary to see strangers checking her out. Her chest is small and her back is broad and reeks of power. I've never been one for big boobs. They always seem to get in the way. I still lusted for my wife.

If Jane has any flaw it would be she's insecure. She never thinks her mirrored image is as amazing as she really is. There's always something wrong. She's either too fat or to this or that; it's always something. Who knows, maybe that's why she stays with me. For some reason, Jane never really enjoyed dressing up. In this respect she's rather plain. She'd grown very much accustom to working from home, wearing sweat pants and T-shirts mostly, bra-less of course. My wife without a bra, wearing a white T is something to behold. Her nipples are brown, and poke through the fine cotton fabric just enough...

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