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I have been married to my own stud. My husband Mike is simply a hunk. Mike is a soft person but on the outside looks as tough as they come. He has this scar below his left eye that scared me at first. For the first few dates I was always on guard until this warm teddy bear of a man exposed itself to me. He looked so dangerous, yet so exciting. The great part is that we give each other room. Mike is not jealous if I flirt a little and always gets firm when I flash him or strangers. Us girls tend to get a little wild.
All my girlfriends think Mike is great, as they love to flirt with him. I know he loves the attention. What man wouldn’t? I love to watch as my horny husband gropes my friends every now and then. None of the girls has every tried to stop his roaming hands yet. In a way watching him with my friends is foreplay for me. I’m so aroused after my girlfriends go home.
Every now and then I tease Mike about my body. I’m not jealous but would love to look like a sexy movie star. Mike always says to me, “Jennifer, I wish that there was something I could say to help you feel the same way I do about your body.”
After a late night with our friends, I can't wait to get home and rape my husband once we're in the bedroom. Guess that keeps a marriage happy, as I hear men love their wives to be sluts in the bedroom.
I hear a car pull up and our doorbell ring. “Susan, how did you get out of the house wearing that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Girl, your dress has no sides except for these spaghetti straps holding the front and back together and it's way short.”
“Oh do you like?” All the girls laugh then Susan says, “I got dressed at Heathers!”
“Oh, and how did the two of you walk out of the house?”
Heather turns and proudly says, “We flashed him our tits.” Heather is wearing a short black leather skirt with matching boots. Her blouse is almost transparent but I can still make out her lacey bra. Heather has perfect tits but she never displays them.
Susan pipes in, “And, we promised that if we had a great time he could watch us kiss.”
“You sluts!”
Heather proudly answers, “Why thank you!”