The Awful Truth

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I thought that the world would tumble down around my ears when I told my wife the awful truth. It’s strange how reality is sometimes such a relieving disappointment compared to our worst imaginings. Contrary to my anxious visions, there was no look of horror, no rush to pack my bags and heave me out on the street. “Well, it’s not like you would ever do something like that,” she said. “People think about funny things. If you knew some of the things that pass through my brain, you’d think I was totally loopy.” I felt a weight lift from my chest as I realised that my secret was no longer mine to bear in silence. In fact, now that I saw that the world was standing up fine to the awful truth, it began to seem a good deal less substantial itself. “Like the way I keep thinking about your friend Roger’s dick,” she explained, sitting up in bed. “I beg your pardon?” I asked, wondering if my ears where functioning properly. “Well, he must have Ümraniye Escort a pretty big one, right. When he comes over to pick you up to go to the gym, it always seems to be flopping around in his baggy track pants. He obviously doesn’t wear any underpants. I wonder why that is. Maybe it turns on the girls at the gym, hey,” she enthused, now sitting up cross-legged in the bed. “I really haven’t considered the issue,” I replied, not knowing what to make of all this. “I must admit, it is kind of a turn-on,” she told me. “I keep thinking about how I would just have to reach out and give those baggy pants a tug and they would fall down around his ankles and that big dick of his would be flopping around right in front of me.” “You’re not supposed to be having sexual fantasies about my best friend,” I replied. “It’s not decent.” “Well, look who’s suddenly Mr. Decency,” she countered, sarcastically. “I mean Ümraniye Escort Bayan you started it.” “Yes,” I agreed, “but at least I have the good taste to be ashamed of having such ideas.” “Anyway, there’s nothing illegal about pulling a guy’s pants down to have a look at his cock,” she said. “I think you’ll find that there is,” I let her know. “I believe that it comes under the heading of ‘sexual harrassment’.” “Only if he didn’t like the idea,” Samantha insisted. “And I think Roger would love to have me pull his cock out of his pants. Especially if I offered to suck it for him.” “Samantha! How can you even suggest such a thing!” I cried. “Oh, yeah. Like there’s none of my friend’s you’d like to fuck,” she responded. “I saw how hard your dick got every time Rachel bent over to give you a drink in that low-cut dress at Tony’s party last week. Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking about how much Escort Ümraniye you’d like to reach into her top and pull one of her boobs out and suck on her nipple.” “Well actually I wasn’t thinking about that at all,” I replied. “Sure,” she responded, acting as if she was more disgusted by my denial than she would have been if I had agreed with her assessment. “No,” I explained. “What I was actually thinking about was ripping her dress off altogether, throwing her down on the table and ravishing her amid the chips and dips.” “Really?” Samantha wanted to know, her face lighting up. “Rachel would have loved that. She likes it rough. And she kind of fancies you, I think.” “You really are disgusting,” I told her, shaking my head. “So I’ve got a dirty mind,” she replied. “I think you like having a wife with a really filthy mind. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have that huge stiffy you’re trying to hide under the sheet.” With that she pulled down the bedsheet and my stiff cock was revealed, wagging back and forth as it poke out of the fly of my pajamas. “I may not be allowed to play with Roger’s dick,” she pouted, “but I’m allowed to play with hubby’s dick.” She grasped my stiff cock in her sweaty hand and began to wank it up and down.

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