My Younger Wife
I knew my wife married me for my money. I’m sixty-seven and she’s twenty-three. She’s beautiful, has gorgeous breasts, long tanned legs, a great arse, and the hungriest p***y I’ve ever f****d.
That’s the problem. She has an insatiable appetite for f*****g. At first, I was thrilled, but the more she got, the more she wanted. I couldn’t keep up, so when she suggested she bring home another man, you know so I could watch, what was I going to say?
So, to keep her happy I said yes.
I remember the first time. He was black and hung like a stallion. I was embarrassed to tell you the truth. It was as though she was parading his youth and stamina so after that I brought home the men.
We’d go to a bar and have a few drinks. If I saw someone I liked, someone who wouldn’t threaten
