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I suppose it even happened to cavemen. You come home from a hard day of hunting dinosaurs with a club and find your woman in the back of the cave getting boinked by another caveman. Of course, being a sensitive, considerate caveman with a tiny dick, what else can you do except sit out in front of the cave and let them finish. It wasn’t the first time a girlfriend had cheated on me. But I didn’t think Mary would. And not in my own bed. I was twenty-nine, she was twenty-two. She’d had only one boyfriend before me, and one drunken screw at a party. She was pretty, though not in a sexy way, with long dark hair and big brown eyes, small but round breasts, and a gorgeous perfect behind. She wasn’t all that great in bed. Mostly, she just laid there. If she got excited she might moan a little, usually while I was licking and sucking her love button. If she was really turned-on, Karşıyaka escort bayan she might go “Oh, yeah,” a time or two as she came. But she did let me fuck that glorious ass whenever I wanted to, which was all the time, and I had no complaints. That Saturday morning as I let myself into my apartment she was practically screaming, “Oh, yeah! Oh, Yeah! OH, YEAH!” I sat on the front porch swing, waiting to see who would emerge. A guy she’d been recent roommates with in college? One of her step-brothers, whom she’d admitted to sucking off naked a few times? About ten minutes later, my landlord came out with another guy. A handyman, a carpenter, maybe, or a plumber. “Hey, Greg,” I greeted him. “Hey,” he said. “How’s it going?” I waited another ten minutes. The guy must have left through the basement and out the Escort bornova back door. Mary was standing at the kitchen sink, in the short silk Japanese robe I’d given her to wear when she visited, washing a few coffee cups. I kissed the back of her neck. “Hi, Honeybuns,” I said. “Hi, Guy,” she said. She always called me “Guy” when she was feeling friendly. Maybe she had been masturbating, which she claimed she never did, anticipating my arrival. I knelt and lifted the back of the robe and kissed that incredible ass. She gave me a little coo of appreciation. Juice was oozing down her inner thighs, some of it obviously another man’s seed. She smelled like cunt and cum and raw fuck. I covered her buns in kisses, then licked my way down her asscrack and tasted her back door. She was agreeable, so I stood and whipped out Junior, üçyol escort all three inches of him rock hard and ready, and plunged him into her chocolate. About five seconds later I came super hard, as I always did. I knelt again and licked her clean, then turned her around and began sucking her clit. It was like giving a blow job, though neither of us had ever acknowledged it. I kept sneaking my tongue down to taste her wetness. I guess I still wanted to believe I was wrong, but I could taste him. The guy didn’t even have enough respect to pull out and squirt. A minute or so later, she rewarded me with a little “ooh” and came. “Thanks, Guy,” she told me. “What do you want for lunch?” I didn’t know what to say. When she got out of the shower, I asked, “How’s Danny?” Danny was her step-brother. He’d been going through a bad divorce and she’d let him play with her pussy a few times while she blew him. She didn’t consider that sex, just a silly favor to ease his anguish. She looked embarrassed. “He’s fine,” she said. “I think he has a girlfriend.” Did that mean she wasn’t blowing him anymore? Or was she the girlfriend? I waited for her to confess, but she didn’t.

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