"I didn't tell her that I was a huge fan of his and that I had read every story he'd ever written. I also didn't tell her that I had at least a hundre... of them stored on the computer so I could reread them whenever I wanted."Wayne, it doesn't make sense. I mean if the guy's wife wanted to go out and fuck some big black guy, she wouldn't go to such ridiculous lengths to do it. She'd just go out and fuck some guy and know that her husband wouldn't find out unless he came home and tripped over. It's a folding carton." And what do you call that?" asks the clerk."A farton", replies the inventor."That's rude. You can't possibly call it that!" In that case," says the inventor...You're really going to hate the name of my folding bucket." || Now laugh at his joke, place a hand on his thigh, and squeeze. ||"I did my best. "A fucket!" I replied, giggling, "that was funny." I placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed it."|| (ting) I have a joke too. Would you like to hear it? ||" I have a joke. " His big brown eyes looked into mine."You said you liked men, but you weren't gay. Not sure I understand."Kevin sighed, and he crossed his legs. He frowned, looking around, as if the will to speak was somewhere in the room."You can tell me, Kevin. You know I'm cool with just about anything, and I listen." You do, don't you?" He smoothed some of his hair behind his ear, in a feminine gesture. I flinched. When I saw him there, legs crossed, brushing hair behind his ear, frowning, I saw someone. I want my wife to get fucked like a slut. I want him to fuck your ass. You’ll do it because I told you to. This is very exciting for our marriage. I love the idea that you’re a whore. Now go and be a good girl.” “Fine.” I picked up the black push up bra and the black panties and put them on. I could feel my husband’s cum dripping into the crotch. I put on a sweater and my jeans and my Ugg boots. I did my makeup and my hair. “You look perfect my little slut wife. Make a nice dinner tonight..