First off, every word of this is true and I have not exaggerated at all. Only names have been changed.
My beautiful partner is called Angelina. She is stunning. Not in an over-the-top in your face way. No, she is the sort of girl you notice at the second glance. And when you do notice her, you will want to fuck the living daylights out of her.
She's 29, about 5' 3", slim, with a fantastic curvy ass that thongs were made for, and although dark-haired, she has subtle blonde highlights through it. She's been told she looks like Jennifer Aniston on a few occassions. Just last week she had her long hair cut into a new style. It is still long but now she has a sexy fringe which I would never have imagined could be so hot. But it is hot. And I would fuck her morning, noon and night if she'd let me. Within days of the new haircut she'd been told she looked like a young Linda Lusardi. And I can see the likeness myself. Who do I think she looks like? Well I can see the Jennifer Aniston in her. But with a bit of a porn fetish myself it was inevitable where I would find a lookalike. If anyone is familiar with Monica Sweetheart, Angelina looks more like her than Jennifer Aniston. But that's just my opinion.
I love Angelina. I am very much in love with her. The only difference between our relationship and most others is that I love to give her something she enjoys. Even if she doesn't think she'll enjoy it (so she says) and I'll probably enjoy it more. I love to encourage her to have fun 'outside' the relationship. It is not something that happens very often at all and I couldn't really sit here and say she has committed adultery. Even though the thought gets me hard as I type. But maybe when I tell you some of the things she has done you'll disagree.
Before I met her, Angelina had been in a relationship with her previous partner for several years. She was very young when she met him. In fact he was the only guy she had ever had full sex with before me. She had had her fair share of fun with a few guys before him, but she'd never gone the whole way. Quite often she's let slip her annoyance at the years she missed out on having "a few more cocks". That's something I want to make up for. But I can't do it alone!
With her new haircut, subtle make-up, pink lipstick and a new dress Angelina looked so fine on Friday night. She had planned to go clubbing with friends. It was the first time in almost 2 years she had been out on the town without me. I talked her into wearing a skimpy white thong and white knee-high stiletto boots. She looked incredibly sexy. She can never seem to look slutty. She can look sexy, very, very sexy. But no matter how hard I try to get her to dress slutty she always pulls it off in style. I think that's half the attraction to be honest.
Angelina isn't the biggest drinker in the world, but on Friday night she was determined to be more than tipsy before she went out. She didn't have much money to go out and was hoping that the more she drank before she went out the less money she'd have to waste on overpriced drink in the club. I left her about 8 o'clock as she had a taxi ordered for about 9:15. She'd asked me to pick her and her friends up in the town about 1 am. So it meant I couldn't drink. Before I left we had a passionate kiss at the front door and I begged her to do something dirty while she was out. She broke away from me and told me to clear off. I suspected she would get plenty of offers and knowing what she has been like in the past, and when the drink started to hit her, I was sure she would be jacking me off by 2 am and telling me about her dirty dancing with another guy.
I drove to a friend's house and kept my phone by my side, hoping that a text message would come in that she had done something dirty. It didn't. Not once. When it got to half 12 I got a little feeling of jealousy inside that perhaps the only reason she hadn't texted me was because she was having too much fun. I love that feeling. I used to hate it. When we first got together I felt that feeling all too often and thought I was going to be the worst boyfriend in the world. Over 3 years later and I thrive on it.
I drove into town and texted her at 00:55 to say I would be at the pick-up point in five minutes. Eventually she replied. It felt like eventually anyway. Those agonising couple of minutes until she replied. Wondering what the text would say, if she even bothered. She simply said ok she would see me then. When she finally appeared and got into the car she was a little more drunk than I had hoped. Well a lot more actually as she was doing that annoying thing women do when they get too drunk. She was emotional and acting like getting split up from her friends on the way out of the club was the end of the world. One of her friends phoned her and was in the car within a couple of minutes. No big drama.
So I had to provide a taxi service to Angelina's friends. One of them, a friend she has known since school talks the biggest load of filth when she is drunk. I'm not complaining. I just wished she was less drunk and a little more coherent. I wanted details. She was talking about all her different sex toys and how she locks herself in her bedroom and masturbates regularly while her single mother is downstairs. She also let slip that she had once had a threesome with an ex-boyfriend and his mate. Angelina denies that she remembers this conversation, but at the time she was fishing for details about what it was like. Her friend said it was hard work but she enjoyed it. The details were sketchy and for all I know it was nothing more than drunken bullshit - I'm good at that myself with enough beers.
We left off Angelina's friends and finally we were alone together, and only a mile from home. I suggested grabbing a couple of cheeseburgers and she said yes. Stupid me. If I hadn't already promised her food, I would have been driving somewhere secluded after she next opened her mouth.
"Baby," she started, "see when you texted me that you'd be there in five minutes?"
"Yes," I said, hoping the cheeseburger we were driving for would sober her up a little.
