Who was going to be #1000?For months, my wife and I talked about who the special person would be and what the scenario would entail. We wanted it to b... memorable for everyone involved.For 37 years, I have shared my wife with hundreds of different men. Skinny guys, obese guys, muscular guys, Doctors, Truck Drivers, Fireman, Soliders....the list goes on and on.So many of those men have come back for more and continue to. She barely has any free time on her hands with all of her “repeat” friends. She arches her back as you extend your arms to grab the hem of her panties. She lifts her ass and arches her back further to help you as you pull those cotton panties off of her. Off her hips, past her ass, you pause as the panties are about to reveal her pussy. You can already see a small patch of hair directing the way. You slowly pull the panties beyond her crotch, but she keeps her legs pressed together preventing you from seeing the folds of her vagina, the patch of pussy hair teasing you. I won’t fuck anyone else again.”“Better not, Will. I’m serious. I don’t need to be sharing my brother with other girls. Besides, you need to start thinking about our future as a family instead of getting laid by teen whores.” She grabbed his balls through his jeans and gave them a squeeze hard enough to remind him of the consequences for cheating on her.That evening, Natalie showed up at Ann’s house to see Larry. He got the news and was feeling like the stud of the pasture. Now, thinking. I sent her some incredible pictures of snow hanging heavily on a group of pine trees, under a deep blue sky. My plan worked, as she later called and told me that she was willing to give it a try.As our departure date approached, I began to get a little worried. I wasn't getting as far ahead in my work schedule as I would have liked. The planning for the trip was eating up most of my spare time. In the end, it all came together. Some of the work at the mansion became stalled as some of the other.