I was in the living room reading, Friday afternoon when Jason and Tyler came through on their way to our backyard pool."Dude," Jason paused to ask, "h...w come you've been hanging out around the house so much this week?"I looked up, saw them in their Speedos, and my brain turned to mush. This was before guys wore jammers, and the two of them were in low-riding swim briefs with towels tossed over their shoulders. It was the first time I saw Tyler without shirt and shorts. His legs were. "Yes may I help you?" she was asked. Then she lifted her foot to showthe price tag. The young girl leaned over and peeled it off. Then said,"Don't worry about it sweetie. They go with the dress." Thank you, could I donate these then?" I'd set my old sneakers on thecounter, and she smiled.I had to stop for gas on the way home. I only had twenty five dollarsleft to my name. the car took twenty one, eighty two. As I was paying myright palm began to itch. What the hell I thought, "Give me a. When he was done cleaning me, Roue begins to whine, sit back on his haunches and lick his dick. I tremble and knew just what he needs.I lick my lips hungrily, my eyes wild with lust. I pat the bed and with a calm voice said, "Come here baby, momma going to suck your cock again."I reach out and caress his hot doggie dick with one hand. Oooh God I want him to fuck me, but didn't know how. I make a mental note to search the web to see how it's done. I lean down, lick the shaft, then engulf the. I stayed up until 1:00 AM waiting for her but finally went to bed. I lay in bed but couldn’t get to sleep; all I could think about was my wife getting drunk and becoming a slut. I kept thinking about all those men who would give her a lot of attention, attention she loved. They would ask her to dance and she would accept, she would dance in close and let the men feel her up all over. Perhaps a man or two would be able to get my slut wife to go out to their cars where they would fuck her. .