They can have the slut and besides I am in the hospital. I am getting even, even if it kills me. What I had planned just might. I sat in the hospital ...or the next week plotting and planning.I got out of the hospital and went to the bank. I took out 500.00 and while I was there the teller let me know that my wife had been trying take out money. She got pissed when she found out that her name wasn't on any of my accounts. Then she came back with her lawyer and was told that even with a lawyer her. She was a true blonde. She turned around and bent over looking at us from between her legs. Her pussy was plump and swollen. It was pink tinged with a smattering of yellow blonde hair. She wetted a finger in her mouth then spread the lips of her cunt for us. She suddenly plunged the finger in to the knuckle and ached her back as she moaned. After moaning she peered back through her legs and said, “I want you to stroke your cocks. I want you to stroke your cocks like you would in your. She was wet and the taste sent a shiver down your body to right to your waking cock.You begin to harden.The doorbell rang and Kelly gasped.You pulled away from your wife with a smile and held up a hand. Telling her to wait there and not to move, that you would be right back.You walked down the hallway to the front door and opened it. There was David , all smiles and eagerness. You shake hands and I let him in.We entered the living room and found Kelly pouring herself another drink. Her panties. But I never think about it. Once in a while I see somebody who is profoundly homely, and I feel sorry for her, but when I see a woman who is strikingly good looking, I usually notice that it has a lot to do with how she’s dressed, and how she carries herself. Packaging and presentation. And here tonight I haven’t either. Just me, no makeup, wearing a baggy old sweatsuit. Truth in packaging. What you see is – oh, whatever.’ ‘You were starting to say, ‘What you see is what you get,’ weren’t you..