![]() Click now and it can be on your E-reader in just a moment or two. That’s only one of the sexy tales you’ll find in this collection. Either I admitted he was right or I slept with three of his friends at once! Ugh! Who wakes up thinking she’s going to be gang banged by a group of her husband’s friends? What kind of a wife wants that? On the other hand, there was no way I was going to admit he was right, and no amount of rough sex, first anal sex, or double penetration was going to change that! I’d backed myself into a corner in a playful argument with my husband about whether or not women took stupid dares, and before I knew it, he’d tricked me into a catch 22. But the good news is that they have a funny story to laugh about now.MY FIRST G******G (A Hot Wife Share First Gangbang Erotica Story) Sometimes with nerves and expectations, things just can’t go as you would hope. The incident did spark a true camaraderie between Jiim’s wife and Nancy and they managed to laugh about how big of an idiot Jim was. Since the event, Jim’s wife only said two words via text “I’m fine”. I sheepishly returned to my seat and proceeded to eat every bite of that disgusting, cold, chewy, bloody, raw steak.” and… it… … it slipped… just ask my wife, I really am a clutz… right honey?… (no help coming from that direction) … I will clean this up… I can’t believe this… I am so sorry’ etc… etc…īoth women continued to stare at me like I had escaped from the loony bin, as I smeared the blood around the window with my cloth napkin, dusted off the steak, and continued to mutter my incoherent explanation. I am such a clutz… I don’t know… I was just cutting it. Finally, the best I could manage was ‘I… I’m so sorry. It felt like a minute of silence, but was probably 3 or 4 seconds. She took in the scene, the steak sitting on the window sill, the blood trail, my empty plate, and then gave me an inquisitive, puzzled look.” ![]() My wife’s boss heard the thud of the steak-on-window impact and came quickly. This look then slowly morphed into more of a there-is-no-place-on-this-planet-you-can-ever-hide-from-me expression of demonic anger. My wife – who’s steak was a nice medium rare and was unaware of my predicament – turned, jaw dropped, and stared at me like I was an alien from another planet. That is, until my mostly raw slab of steak slammed up against it and slowly slid down leaving a trail of bloody juice in its wake. It was the cleanest fricking window you’ve ever seen in your life. I grabbed the steak with my hand, gently shook off the juice and executed a perfect throw right through the center of the open window.” I knew I had to be decisive, realizing that she could return at any moment. “As I looked across the fancy dining room table at the open window of this 3rd story apartment… a cartoon light bulb appeared over my head. Nancy excused herself to go to the kitchen and prep some items for dessert. There are so many vegans now-a-days but he couldn’t claim that. He tried to come up with all the potential ways to get out of eating the steak, but the shear excitement he already displayed when the steak came out cut his excuses down. Jim recounts that he “probably could’ve resuscitated the cow'” if he had tried. Jim soon realized it was the latter when he went to cut into the steak and realized it “was several-minutes-on-a-hot-grill short of rare”. It may be juicy and succulent, or it could be juicing blood out and practically alive. They weren’t just big steaks though, they looked evidently juicy, which can really go both ways. Nancy went back to the kitchen and came back with big steaks for everyone. She laughed at my well-timed, perfectly-appropriate jokes and my wife seemed pleased.”Īfter the first course and a mellow beginning of chitchat, it was time for the main course. We chitchatted over drinks and salads and seemed to really be hitting it off. “My wife’s boss is a single lady in her fifties, so it was just the three of us. First impressions were extremely important to Jim’s wife, and boy did he deliver and impression she and Nancy would never forget. We are going to call her boss, Nancy, to lessen the confusion. Take it up a notch with the fact Jim and his wife were invited to dinner at his wife’s boss’s house from her brand new job. The story that is to come is about a man, who we will call Jim, and the dinner party that takes all of this into account. Finding that happy medium is sometimes hard to come by. Some like it well-done, others like it practically moo-ing. Everyone likes their meat cooked differently. One thing I’ve learned through my years is that you shouldn’t cook steak for anyone unless you know how they like it prepared. Although the invitation is nice, you don’t know what the person is making for dinner and the stress can be compounded when you are a picky eater. Going to a dinner party can sometimes be a little stressful.
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