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This is like asking Grandpa Simpson questions because the god damn answers don't make any sense.
Couple times when I didn't put my box of army guys away like Katie-girl commanded and she hid the box for like 2 weeks. But, I asked her for grace and she gave the box back a week early.
This is like asking Grandpa Simpson questions because the god damn answers don't make any sense.
A wink is as good as a nod to a blind man.
YOU, CUBBY!!!!
you didn't actually serve in vietnam, did you?
Of course not.
I was over a mile underground at SAC HQ.
Question: How bout dem Browns!!?
Answer:
don't worry seppe i got more questions where that one came from.
do you really have sexual tendencies?
are you really into that cuckold crap?
weird as
Please. Spend a good amount of time here and it's easily apparent that over half the guys have sexual tendencies. And it's natural, they're young & inquisitive.
No. Weird as .
Okay, chief.
have you ever molested any kids?
You should go back and your mother some more.
what dude this is like your chance to set the record straight, we all wanna know. i know you like played along with it (the jokes) but idk if it's really true or not.
The Cowboy & The Princess
By Culburn369
Prologue
Emmie, short for Emily, is my wife. She is in her late 20's and a stunning beauty. An Irish girl, 5'7", 125lbs, long auburn hair, small, delicate breasts, and a fantastic bottom. It is her proudest asset and I've lauded it endlessly thru the years. It is a mesmerizing sight and one that continues to delight me no end. One of my long held fantasies was to watch Emmie with another man being intimate. We've had numerous long discussions, turned into heated debate and finally into terrible arguments over the years on this very issue. She was raised a strict Catholic and would not even consider it when I first broached the subject early on. Thru the years she has somewhat softened, but, has never yielded to my persistent requests.
I had just about given up hope.
Chapter 1.
Emily came home from her job one evening last Summer...talking about this new hire the company had made. I usually tune her out when she commences to talk about her work, (she has a tendency to talk a lot), but, this time, this time was different. Her voice had risen an octave as she breathlessly reported to me that the new hire was a guy some years older than herself. He was a "cowboy" as she put it. She'd always fancied the cowboy type since she'd caught Travolta in "Urban Cowboy." This new guy would be working in the shop area. She had been introduced to him (his name was Shea) in the office that morning. I had a feeling right away that she had made it a point to be introduced, but, I held my tongue and pricked up my ears as she continued. He was a "man's man" she said. I was taken aback by this "out of left field" comment, but, again I bit my tongue. This was out of character for Emily, and I felt the slightest nervous rumblings in my stomach. "Was she talking to me as a point?" I busied myself preparing supper for us, averting my eyes as I could feel her gaze upon me.
"I got kinda roped in to taking him around the shop and yard area, honey. Linda (the HR girl) was called away and asked me if I'd mind." I continued to stir the pot and kept my mouth shut. "He was such a gentleman. He opened the door leading into the lumber yard for me and I showed him everything." "everything?" I said to myself. "He was so cute as he kept asking me questions about this, that and the other."
"Cute"? My chest tightened.
"He asked me out for lunch, Jake." I finally stopped stirring that damn pot and slowly turned around, my face ablaze, my heart pounding a cadence, steady & true.
I could feel her watching me, but, I kept my eyes averted. "He did what?" I asked incredulously.
"He wanted to go to lunch with me today." Emily countered, almost daringly. "I told him 'no', that I had already made plans, but, that tomorrow I would be free." "free?" I said to myself in silent echo.
"Would that be ok with you, darling?"
"I suppose so, Em." Was she teasing me, intentionally?" I asked myself.
"Do you think about it anymore, sweetheart?" Emily pointedly asked me.
"What do you mean 'it'?"
"You know perfectly well what 'it' means, Jakey. Don't you, J?"
I finally met her eyes and found them to be brilliantly lit.
Oh, my God.
"Let's eat, Jake. I'm famished, darling."
no dude this wasn't my intention ahhhhh
Chapter 2.
Supper was served and eaten in near silence. My mind was racing. I dared not venture any questions. I was afraid to break the spell, the incredible streak of luck I seemed to have found myself in possession of all the sudden.
"Jake. Jake? Are you alright, honey? You seem so distant. What's wrong?"
"No, no, nothing at all. I'm just thinking about my day tomorrow." I lied.
"Well, I'm exhausted. I think I'll bathe and then hit the hay. Would you mind if I turned in early tonight?"
"Oh, sure, no problem, Em. I'll just do up these dishes and watch some 'King of Queens.' I'll be up later, angel."
"Good night, Jake, I love you."
"Night, Emmie."
I was glad to be left alone for a while to gather my thoughts. I felt unnerved as I watched her climb the staircase and disappear into her bathroom. Soon I heard the bathwater start and I relaxed. "What the was going on?" I asked myself. I couldn't reconcile this, I suppose major policy change in her at ude. Obviously this new guy, this "Shea" had made an impression upon Emily, and in a very succinct way. I was starting to scare myself with hope as the rumination of visuals began to fill my mind: Emmie, on all fours, that round, white bottom high in the air, this, this Shea in tight behind her, holding her hips firmly as he drove them both in wild copulation...Emmie, dropping to her knees, Shea in front of her, servicing him with her mouth...Emmie, completely nude, kissing Shea as they lay coupled in our bed, in our bedroom dimly lit by candles, the heady scent of lovemaking filling the air, the whispers of two lovers too soft to be heard, but, the intent nonetheless so explicit.
I watched and I listened. And I was ever so quiet.
Chapter 3.
"J."
I came out of my reverie to the sight and sound of Emily in front of me.
" o??" She inquired again.
"Oh, o. I fell asleep for a moment. I'll be right up."
"Right up? Jake it's 7 in the morning. You slept all night in your chair."
"What?"
"Yes. Anyhow, I'm on my way out. Gotta get to work."
I was still half asleep, but, half asleep I noticed right off that she was dressed to the nines: a tight black skirt, not too short, but, boy-oh-boy was it ever tight. My goodness. And I knew from prior knowledge that it was only not too short because she was advised by her GYN to refrain from pantyhose and utilize a garter belt and nylons. Something about yeast, or bread, or some damn woman thing. I knew she also "sometimes" eschewed panties under there.
I had a sneaking su ion that this morning "sometimes" was not an option. I didn't ask though. I dared not risk being wrong. I so did not want to be wrong. "Please God, let it be so." I implored silently.
Her hair was in a French twist, and coiffed meticulously. Her blouse was a soft beige silk piece and fit her to perfection. She was stunning sight this morning. Emily was still a beautiful girl, that was for sure.
Nothing afresh about the luncheon date with Shea was broached as she gave me a light kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.
"Have a fine day, J. I'll call you after lunch to tell you how it went with Shea." She said over her shoulder as she hurried out the door.
"She's messing with me." I said, only to myself.
"Uh, ok, I'll uh, look forward to you calling, uh, Emmie." I offered back in an almost panicked yell.
The door closed behind her. I at once rose from the chair and peeked out the front picture window to watch her as she got into her car. She looked radiant, yet nonchalant, almost aloof. I figured she was up to something and would look back at the house as a give-a-way. Uh, uh. Not so much as a mere glance. She just started it up, set her radio, probably to that damn country station she cherishes, checked her mirrors, backed it out, and drove on off.
"She's going to call me after her lunch with Shea?" Oh, my God.
It was like an out of body experience for me standing there alone in that living room. I at once became aware that my trousers had formed quite an impressive pup tent.
"Wait, Jake. Have some patience. If you wait until after she calls, it'll make your nut that much more intense and enjoyable. Just wait." My inner Jake made a lot of sense.
I'd wait.
Chapter 4.
I figured she'd call about twoish. She usually took her lunch late to avoid the crowds.
I spent the morning trying to keep my mind off the particulars, but, an hour in I knew it was hopeless. I then assumed my usual behavior when confronted with an event: I obsessed and ruminated endlessly. I was torn between self pleasuring to relieve the mounting stress and holding out for the crescendo that would certainly be available after "the call." I surprised myself by holding forth and not keeping my hands to myself. It was a struggle. I played some on-line chess and read the morning paper. Finally the clock struck two and I took root in my chair next to the telephone. It was an interminable wait, but, at close to three o'clock I was near exhaustion. I felt light-headed, hot and a bit muddled.
"Could this be it? Finally I'd get my fondest wish?" Or, "was she breaking my balls, teasing me?" Emmie could be a first class ball breaker. It drove me between boundless desire and consummate misery. I don't think she actually set out to do so. It was just her way.
Finally..."Should I call her?" I asked myself. "No. She said she'd call. She'll call."
She never did.
Chapter 5.
Emmie likes to eat upon arrival home and I try and never disappoint her. I'm an accomplished cook and tonight I was preparing a favorite dish of hers, spaghetti and meatballs. She usually arrives home of an evening at seven, and sure enough a little before that hour she pulled into the driveway, the deep strobe of the bass alerting me to her arrival. I watched her get out of the car and head for the house. She looked ravishing. I hustled on back into the kitchen and stood sentry at the stove over my pots and pans.
"Honey, I'm home."
"I'm in the kitchen, sweetheart. C'mon in here, ok?"
"Sure." She arrived moments later, came up behind me and hugged me tightly. Her breath was sweet and warm on my neck, as she nibbled my ear. "My favorite, eh? Gosh, you're the best husband a girl could ever ask for. I love you so, darling."....softly, in my ear only.
"Isn't this about the point this recipe requires at least an hour of simmering, J?" she queried.
"Yes, it is, Em."
"Well, I want to talk to you, upstairs, right away. Give me a few minutes to get settled and then c'mon up and we can talk. Ok, dear?"
"Sure." I quickly answered.
She swiftly left the kitchen and I could hear her on the staircase, joyously humming as she ascended. She was incredibly adorable this evening.
"But, what in the was she up to?"
I wasn't going to ask about the luncheon date. No way. I would hold out come what may. I would not make the first overture. She owed me an explanation.
My rumination was interrupted by a call from above, "J, c'mon."
"The with it, I'm asking."
I ascended in silence.
Chapter 6.
"He wants me, Jake." She was seated at her makeup table, her favorite bathrobe on and tied. I had the strangest premonition that she was nude beneath it.
She watched me closely in her mirror as the words penetrated my mind. I could no longer stand and sat immediately on the edge of our bed, lest I fall on the hard wood flooring.
"Are you serious, Em?"
"Our lunch was wonderful. Oh, yes, Shea has made it quite clear his intentions. He's enthralled with me, he said. From the moment we met yesterday morning, in fact."
"I want him, Jake. I want him desperately."
I felt on the verge of passing out. Our eyes had never left each other since I'd entered our bedroom. The mirror, that mirror reinforced the words from her mouth. There was no mistaking the meaning nor the intent.
Finally.
"But, first tonight, I want you, Jake."
She rose, still facing the mirror and untied the sash ever so slowly. The reflection proved me correct. Emily was nude. She combed out her long tresses as I watched. Our eyes still locked, I began to undress.
"I want you now, J. Please hurry, darling."
I thought she would come onto the bed with me, but, after circling the chair where she had been seated, she turned her back to me and leaned both hands against it.
I walked to her quickly.
"Do me, Jake. Do me slow and gentle. I need you, now, Jake. You Jake. Only you tonight."
I removed the bathrobe presently and planted kisses on my darling Emmie from the nape of her neck down to the small of her back. I lingered there for just an instant before continuing my downward path. I tried to kiss and nuzzle between the glorious spheres of her bottom cheeks, but, they were much too tight, my tongue much too short to gain access to her most private treasure.
She wiggled it almost imperceptibly and I knew then she could wait no longer. I removed her hands from the chair and placed them on her knees. Her bottom rose agreeably and Emmie's pussy came into perfect view. I felt for an affordable breach and found it immediately. Emily was incredibly wet.
"Hurry, my darling."
"Be still now, little one."
I gave it all to her in one stroke. I'm of average length and girth, about seven inches erect. And I was fully erect, I assure you.
"Oh, God, J."
"Yes, baby, I'll attend to you now."
"Slow, J, slow. Do me slow. Make it last all night. Make it last forever."
I cradled her tea cup breasts and held them tightly albeit with great tenderness. She cooed her appreciation as I continued my ministrations to her very tight pussy.
Emmie's pussy started to loosen presently and the going became easier. She started gently bucking back, signaling to me to increase the tempo and strength of my thrusts. I obliged her, but, kept the strokes measured and even.
A chant of "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,...." soon commenced softly from her and so I was comfortable knowing I'd found the correct spot and placement. Much too soon I felt the telltale signs of finishing in my own countenance. My sack started to tighten, my balls rising at a most alarming rate. My gorgeous wife sensed it too.
"Come deep, Jake. Please J, plant your seed in me so very deep, my love."
I grabbed her hips firmly as I started to loose my essence inside her body.
"There you are, baby. I'm breeding you, angel."
"All of it, Jake. Don't stop until you're empty. Keep doing it, don't stop. Please, Jake, please, flood me."
"My God, you're so beautiful, Emily.
"I love you, Jake."
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