A nympho neighbor and her hot AF husband moved in this past weekend. I am calling her that for the simple fact that I think I watched her fuck 7 different men Sunday afternoon. One of them was my husband.
But let me start at the beginning. When the moving truck pulled up Friday afternoon a mini-van followed and parked right behind it in the street. I was watching this from my bedroom window. I had stepped out of the shower and heard the commotion. Two young teenagers got out of the van and an athletic, petite woman got out of the driver’s door. The boys were very vocal about getting the van unloaded so they could go eat dinner. They seemed like a normal family. After unpacking some boxes they backed the truck close to the house. Then they drove off together.
I was caught in the act with one of my “friends with benefits” by my girl the other day. Joey and I were hammering it out on the living room floor when Mustang walked in on us. Just past the point of no return she
Suburban housewife? Is that what you see when I pull up outside of Starbucks? I’m amazing at hiding the fact that I’m on the prowl. I am non-stop on the hunt for someone to fuck. Not that I was always like this. In a previous life I was (more…)
Office sex, when I look back, was the start of my personal road to hell. Ok, not that place, but it started an addiction to power fucking. And by that I mean leaving middle management behind and screwing my way to the top of the business world.
