Stephen nodded absentmindedly at Francis. Tonight he REALLY didn’t feel like chatting. Francis was a real chatterbox most of the time. Most of the t...me, Stephen didn’t mind indulging him. He was full of charm and unsolicited good advice on most days. Stephen went home, and crashed in his bed five minutes later. He just kicked off his boots, threw his bag aside and collapsed on the king-sized bed. It wasn’t that long ago that he felt like he had the world on a string. A year ago, he was dating a. My family was very big on sweets. My Aunt Madelyn always had jars and jars of candy on her counter. My sister and I would fill up on mini candy bars, cheese balls and bubble gum on our weekly Saturday night visits. At my Nana and Papas though, there was only the faceted, gold, Depression glass jar. Inside it were the ever-present peppermint patties and my goal- the bag of black licorice tied closed with a rubber band. I snatched up the candy, carefully put the top back on the candy jar, lest. After a year had passed, we both recognized this and started getting a plan on how to turn it back up again. My wife and I both had been hitting the treadmill and working out together. She was back in amazing shape in no time. After our exercise sessions we would often fuck on the machines or in the shower. Around this time we started to go out on more dates again leaving the kid home with a baby sitter.Often times while we were out in public, we would grope each other under the table at. On Monday at school word had gotten around that I had been gang fucked.My friends were concerned, but I told them how wonderful it had been andhow careful all the men had been to make sure that I was properlypleasured. They were relieved and may have even been a bit jealous, butI was happy to be known as a fully trained oral and cunt slut. Someday Iwould still have to be trained as an anal slut, but that is anotherstory. Thankfully my success as an oral slut means that I will neverhave to.