Postal Pleasures By Beagle9690 April 2018 After twenty years of marriage, my wife left me for a man she met while attending nursing college. I was the breadwinner for all twenty, and she was the “bored,” her words, stay at home wife for sixteen. That’s ironic, because she quit her job, shortly after we were married. She was a college student for the last four. My married life ended like a damn soap opera! The day the heartless harlot received her diploma, as a registered nurse, at fifty years of age, was the day she served me with divorce papers at her college graduation party in front of friends and family. The trollop moved out the next day to be with her Registered Nurse stud, in their upscale lovebird townhouse. He is handsome to a fault; like a petulant male model. Lance has a full head of hair, perfect teeth and he is twenty-five years younger than the adulteress. He showed up the day after I was served to help her get her clothes hot and other personal things. My sister, Sarah, and my brother-in-law had to restrain me physically, so I didn’t knock Lance’s perfect teeth down his throat. Sarah and I are two years apart, and we are very close. I always looked out for her, and I taught her dirty and lethal tricks to defend herself. Heaven-help any man who messes with my sister, because they will deal with me, assuming there is something left to deal with after my brother-in-law finishes with him. I was brought up to treat women with respect. My mother and grandmother were strong women, who married strong men and raised strong sons and daughters. I thought we had a stable and comfortable marriage. I tried to be considerate husband and open to her opinions and needs. I let the woman decorate our house the way she wanted it in flowery pastels and fashionable uncomfortable furniture, except for my wood-paneled den with my overstuffed chair and ottoman. I paid for everything when she went to indian college. sexy I paid for her plastic surgery and dental desi implants before she went to college. What a pile of dung! Look where being a considerate husband got me; it made me a cuckold and a chump. I didn’t see it coming, as my focus was elsewhere. Those last four years of my marriage were blockbuster business years for me; our sexual relations-lovemaking was tepid at best. In retrospect, I should have seen it coming. The adulteress played me for a fool, while I was true to my marriage vows. Granted, beautiful I’m not a handsome man in any sense of the word. I have a receding hairline, and I keep my graying hair clipped short and neat. My hands are rough and callused from heavy construction work. However, I’m in great shape for a man of fifty. “Actually, I didn’t sleep much so now I feel like shit. When the zipper and button were undone she lowered the fabric of his trousers and boxer shorts in one swift move and John stepped out of them. There are guys in the kitchen who are like human garbage disposals. 'She made the perfect point about me cheating on her dad. They continued to kiss back and forth for a while until their mouths were empty, either from incidentally swallowing or because it desi had all eventually leaked sexy out. And believe it or not, even though decades have passed since my secret sexual relationship with Chris ended, I can still remember all sorts of little details, like what his bare erect penis felt like in my hot hand. As Bella laid open her soul to him, Kyle gently stroked her hair. I can feel her juices starting to moisten my leg as she applies it like suntan oil with her pussy. He beautiful pulled his arm out and kind of rolled her onto her back, her cute little titties were perky and standing tall with hard nipple. Bess was a living example, a Goddess who gave up so much of her own control to enlighten the world. “I suppose you are right. She looked supremely confident in her body, pure excitement and adrenaline in her eyes. "Thank you, Coach," she replied, unsure how to respond. She opens her mouth and sucks his cock while moving her boobs. For a self proclaimed virgin, she sure knew how indian to make love to a mans cock with her mouth. He asked the thing that had taken up residence in his mind. She had just then remembered that her friend’s panties were in her mouth. Then he glanced at me. “What're you looking at, you little shit?” She’s worked here for eight years.” The muscles in his hand writhed as a chill seeped into his stomach. “Salome? It did not completely work but did have the desired effect of changing the subject. He’s just not here yet and I promised him I would bring a friend,” which was a little lie but Kevin and I had talked about Varda and how she was ready for sex like I had been. As if a shockwave of masculine energy crashed into my waist I forced her down onto her back, and began to rip at her sweater.