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I fucked your wife... I sunk my hard, thick, 9" into her and she screamed like a banshee and wailed through every minute of it.
Maybe you haven't noticed the changes in her lately?
Maybe you haven't gotten how she doesn't get up with you in the morning and make breakfast for you anymore? Instead she stays in bed most days complaining about not feeling right and asking you to make a pot of coffee for her before you go. I've got to tell you buddy, you can sure brew a mean pot of coffee! I'm liking it those mornings when I come over. Nothing like having a good, warm cuppa right before I lay some pipe.
I'll bet you its escaped you how she shaves her pussy now or maybe you have noticed it on those infrequent occasions when she's straddled your face and had you eat her out?
Notice how she's even wetter than you can ever remember? You stupid dope, you probably thought that was because of you and your pussy eating skills, no? You thought that even though you haven't actually had intercourse over the last two plus months, she was wound up and really excited when you were intimate even if it was only to eat her pussy?
Newsflash dimwit - that's not just her juices you're lapping up.
And when you do eat her, have you noticed how she begs off having sex? She just finishes you with her hand Well, you better get used to it friend because that pussy is my property now and your wimp ass won't be getting near it anytime soon.
Your old lady was easy prey...
It didn't take much for me to pick her up in the supermarket the day we met. We circled each other in the aisles, I made sure of that. She couldn't help but notice me, I put a lot of hard work into how I look (unlike you) and it pays great dividends. Women like a man with broad shoulders and a trim waist. It helps too that I know how to dress to impress, you never know when a new fuck buddy will present herself.
A lingering glance the first time we crossed paths, a friendly grin the second time, by the time we were at the checkout line I had already struck up a conversation. How could I not? A little petite spinner like her, with red hair and big tits, I was already picturing how she would look riding me.
By the time we were in the parking lot and putting groceries in our cars it wasn't a hard thing to get her to have a cup of coffee with me.
Like a lot of married women, she was flattered and saw no harm in just having coffee but, let me tell you, I could already see the wheels turning in her head. Women are more transparent than you think and it was merely a question of giving her an excuse, a way not to feel guilty, a method to tell herself it 'just happened' and it was beyond her control.