I could not tell if what she had said was her getting her English mixed up and she meant something else or if she was coming onto me. After thinking a...out it for a while I decided that if I didn’t have her I just might die. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed I and I noticed I was still in my P.E uniform which was shorts and a very tight fitting t-shirt. I opened my mouth and called her over. My heart began to beat heavily as she walked towards me she walked up to the bed and. (My wife's original friend with benefits was white, as are we). We had 12 encounters with her trainer and I (I never just watched, always grabbed sloppy seconds, thirds or fourths) and 4 more with her personal trainer and his friend. All encounters were bareback - my wife hates condoms, and was on the pill. Due to being fucked multiple times on some occasions, my wife probably took about 120 loads from other men during that period - give that that turns me on, hence my still having fantastic. Jenny heard boys shouting and laughing, heard a car door slam, heard a horn toot and the car pull away, accelerating hard. Downstairs, the front door opened and closed."I'm home!" Skip called."I'm up here!" Jenny called back. She was sitting at her desk in her bedroom, dressed in shorts, a blouse, and no shoes.Skip came up the stairs in three bounds and strutted into the bedroom. He was dressed in tight jeans and a tank-top that showed off his muscles. He flopped down on Jenny's bed and kicked. " Ever hear of the job that refused to die?" He looked at me curiously. I used to be a computer tech and did some programming on the side. Now, I wasn't a professional or anything like that. I didn't even have a contract. That was my downfall. I took on a programming job where the customer kept adding things and adding things and adding things ... they thought that they could get it by me on the original agreement. I had to quit them cold turkey because they refused to pay any hourly fees. I.