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The most fun I have is when everyone is gone – my wife,my 20-year old son, and I can go downstairs to thetheater room and surf for porn on my theater-sizedscreen, that I have hooked up to the home theater PC. Awhole wall-size screen with the hottest porn, while Ijack off. This one afternoon, my wife was out for the day withher mom shopping, and Junior was playing basketball. Iknew I had at least a few hours, so I went downstairsand fired up the theater. I grabbed the wirelesskeyboard and for the next hour, was surfing, jacking,and chatting on Yahoo with various people I had met. Iwas getting close to cumming, and our chat went fromdirty to obscene, and I had a huge picture of two guys double-fucking this hot girl’scunt, with the chat screen to the side, where I waschatting about me and this other guy doing the samething to my wife. In the yahoo chat window I was sharing a picture of mywife sucking my cock, her tits showing, so my buddycould see it. We were explicitly. It would never happen. Just about the time she had screwed up the courage to approach that deeply-tanned construction worker or that unbelievably sexy road crewman, fishing season was over, the salmon runs were gone, and she had her husband back.She reached down over the side of the bed, fishing for her "smut basket" as her husband teasingly referred to it. Instead of finding her trusty butterfly and dog-eared copy of Slow Hand, her fingers brushed across a flap of mesh, then caught painfully on a sharpened barb of a fishhook."Damn!" She drew her hand back and sucked lightly at the pierced fingertip. It didn't really hurt, but it was yet another reminder of why her bed was empty.She reached down again and pulled husband's tan fishing vest up to the bed."Hm. He must have been moving pretty quickly this morning to walk off without his vest. Ah well, it serves him right," she said to herself bitterly. "Let's see how many fish he catches with only his..." she let the thought drift,.
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