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How Did This Happen, The Best Job In The World by aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Please read and enjoy this fictional writing. I spent a lot of time in my studies, but finally got my Masters degree and now I was among movie the job searchers. My husband, John, was thrilled at my accomplishment and we spent the night out at a fancy restaurant with steak and champagne, then to a club to dance to my celebration. With a little bit too much to drink, John said, “Sally, the club is closing and we are too smashed to drive. The bartender called a cab for us.” I knew he was right, so we could pick up the car tomorrow. John and I had been married for six years and he had a boy nice job that kept us comfortable, even with my upper graduate loan payments. I wasn’t going to waste my degree being a housewife, John finally agreed that I could find employment, especially since it would help pay off my debt. John and I had great sexual relations when first married. Maybe it was my studies and his work schedule that made our sex life dwindle. Now, I was usually the one to initiate sex. Usually I would begin to stroke his cock and balls while in bed and then when he was erect, he became very active for about an hour. celebrity Many mornings, I thought about his morning erections and waking him with a blow-job. I keep thinking that if I did that, we would never get out of bed in time to get him off to work. For some reason, I never thought about Saturday and Sunday mornings. Tonight, we were celebrating my degree with honors and during the ride home in the cab, I had unzipped his pants and gave him a blow-job and didn’t care if the driver could see me bobbing my head in my husbands lap. John kept trying to push me away saying, “The driver, he will see you.” I didn’t care, I just vacuumed his cock like a common slut until he filled my mouth and throat with his sperm. We got into the house and John said, “Sally, you never did anything like that in public.” I licked my lips and looked at john with a smile and said, “Public, smublic, it was just the cab driver. I’m sure he sees blow-jobs in the back of his cab hundreds of times. Get over it, I’ll do it again when I feel like it.” Our love life needed a boost somehow. I had become frustrated for too long and knew it was up to me to liven up our lives. Over the years, my only orgasms were from his tongue and lips sucking and licking my pussy, a rare occasion, but an orgasm I welcomed. I did enjoy when he would insert his cock into me, but that had become ‘fast and furious’ leading to his soon snoring next to me in bed. I was sexually exasperated, I wanted that euphoric feeling of an orgasm I was familiar with through masturbation, my saving grace for sexual well-being. I started undressing as I was running to the bedroom and I yelled back, “IF YOU WANT SOME OF THIS PUSSY, BETTER HURRY WHILE IT’S LEAKING.” John didn’t waste time as he chased me to the bedroom and we both fell on the bed naked as I said, “That made me so hot, if our ride was any longer, I would have sat on your lap with your cock in my pussy. That would have made the cabby’s day.” John tried to babe laugh, but I pulled his head into my pussy to keep his tongue busy. hot “Damn, Karen; I’ve wanted to feel my cock inside of you boy for some time; I like the idea of us fucking as friends instead of being prudish brother/sister. She bites my shoulder as her body starts trembling. I unzipped my skirt and slid it down my waist when my door opened. What should I tell Becky? Her jaw dropped as her eyes flicked between me and my cock. “Holy shit, we are going down, Priya.” Kim let out a breath hot that she hadn't realized she'd been holding. ‘Some short lived pain, a pair of aching balls, and no satisfaction.’ That’s what I said. **Because this story was deemed too movie short, It's a 2 for 1** The thought vanished equally fast as she felt his dick prodding at celebrity her vulva. “Probably about you being naked in some busy, public place and I guess that you were jilling off while people watched you.” It took Jim a while for what she said to sink into his befuddled mind. Gone were the baggy athletic shorts and band t-shirts of yesteryear; now it was crop-tops and skirts that babe were a summer’s breeze from being indecent exposure.