My Wife's Gym Classes-Part Two
30th Jun 2009
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My Wife’s Gym Classes Part Two
It seemed a very long time before my wife came home after her first gym class. I masturbated three times just thinking about guys, especially black guys seeing her in that see through top and her tight navy blue school girl knickers. I wondered who had seen her when she got to the gym and took her coat off.
It was well after midnight when the black guy dropped her off at our house. I was sitting up in the lounge and heard the van wheels on the gravel. I could tell from the sounds outside that there was more than one man in the van. My heart sank a little knowing that men must have had her that night, and probably black men. I wondered if they had used condoms and how big they were.
I had heard about them having large penises and could not help picturing them seeing her in her old school navy blue PE knickers, her bulging sex on view to their vile gaze. I knew they would have said horrible things to her.
She saw the table lamp on and came in to the lounge. She was walking with difficulty. I just wanted to know what had happened to her. I could make no pretence of anger. I knew she had been fucked hard. I just wanted, needed to know the details. I couldn’t be sure, but maybe she had wanted it.
‘Hi Damien,’ she cooed, ‘I am surprised you are still up.’
‘I was a bit worried about you, are you OK?’ I asked.
‘Yes. Of course’ she whispered,’
She was holding her blue satin lined coat around her. I wanted her to let it fall open, so that I could see her in her navy blue school knickers and her tight top. I wanted to see her bulging little sex mound and pert breasts, because I knew they had had some serious mauling during the evening.
I felt very aroused and needed to talk dirty to her. Sexual thoughts and fantasies overwhelmed me. I had no control over what I said. ‘Take your coat off you filthy little slut.’ I heard myself saying as I sat back on the sofa, staring at her with cruel jealous eyes.
‘Please don’t talk to me like that Damien’ she whimpered. Her soft girlie voice just made me want to be more unpleasant to her. I was imagining her in her skimpy school girl navy blue knickers and tight top, with lots of nasty men eyeing up her bulging and helpless little sex slit. I knew they would have used it roughly.
‘I’ll talk to you how I like you whore. You went out deliberately to get fucked you slut. Look at you, you can hardly walk you little bitch. Tell me the truth, did the bastards make you cum.?’
Here head was hanging down, coat still pulled tightly across her chest, and ‘Yes’ she whispered, sounding very ashamed.
‘Then you are a slut and had better tell me more, If you like men seeing you in your navy blue knickers, then I’ll find some more for you. You deserve to be fucked by anyone who wants you, don’t you?
‘Yes’ she whispered back to me. I heard my voice, but it was as if someone else was speaking. Then she opened her coat and I could see that she had had some very serious sex. I needed to know everything that had happened to her and made her tell me- even though she was whimpering and obviously ashamed of herself...
It seemed a very long time before my wife came home after her first gym class. I masturbated three times just thinking about guys, especially black guys seeing her in that see through top and her tight navy blue school girl knickers. I wondered who had seen her when she got to the gym and took her coat off.
It was well after midnight when the black guy dropped her off at our house. I was sitting up in the lounge and heard the van wheels on the gravel. I could tell from the sounds outside that there was more than one man in the van. My heart sank a little knowing that men must have had her that night, and probably black men. I wondered if they had used condoms and how big they were.
I had heard about them having large penises and could not help picturing them seeing her in her old school navy blue PE knickers, her bulging sex on view to their vile gaze. I knew they would have said horrible things to her.
She saw the table lamp on and came in to the lounge. She was walking with difficulty. I just wanted to know what had happened to her. I could make no pretence of anger. I knew she had been fucked hard. I just wanted, needed to know the details. I couldn’t be sure, but maybe she had wanted it.
‘Hi Damien,’ she cooed, ‘I am surprised you are still up.’
‘I was a bit worried about you, are you OK?’ I asked.
‘Yes. Of course’ she whispered,’
She was holding her blue satin lined coat around her. I wanted her to let it fall open, so that I could see her in her navy blue school knickers and her tight top. I wanted to see her bulging little sex mound and pert breasts, because I knew they had had some serious mauling during the evening.
I felt very aroused and needed to talk dirty to her. Sexual thoughts and fantasies overwhelmed me. I had no control over what I said. ‘Take your coat off you filthy little slut.’ I heard myself saying as I sat back on the sofa, staring at her with cruel jealous eyes.
‘Please don’t talk to me like that Damien’ she whimpered. Her soft girlie voice just made me want to be more unpleasant to her. I was imagining her in her skimpy school girl navy blue knickers and tight top, with lots of nasty men eyeing up her bulging and helpless little sex slit. I knew they would have used it roughly.
‘I’ll talk to you how I like you whore. You went out deliberately to get fucked you slut. Look at you, you can hardly walk you little bitch. Tell me the truth, did the bastards make you cum.?’
Here head was hanging down, coat still pulled tightly across her chest, and ‘Yes’ she whispered, sounding very ashamed.
‘Then you are a slut and had better tell me more, If you like men seeing you in your navy blue knickers, then I’ll find some more for you. You deserve to be fucked by anyone who wants you, don’t you?
‘Yes’ she whispered back to me. I heard my voice, but it was as if someone else was speaking. Then she opened her coat and I could see that she had had some very serious sex. I needed to know everything that had happened to her and made her tell me- even though she was whimpering and obviously ashamed of herself...
