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Hi y'all! Just thought I would spice things up with a favourite fantasy of mine. For those of you who don't already know me, I'm a 33yo (married) female who enjoys fantasizing about gangbangs, and I enjoy sharing those fantasies with others.
John smiled as he watched his wife bend over the pool table. He smiled not only because he knew his wife would probably miss the shot, but also because he had a great view of his wife's luscious buttocks as they peeked out from underneath her summer dress. His beautiful wife of 5 years, 27 years old, delicate and pretty, was a rank novice at pool but a seasoned professional at turning him on. The billiards clicked as she took her shot, the ball missing the hole by a good three inches. Her pouting face turned to his, and he grinned. It occurred to him that she had probably never even been to a pool hall before, at least not since he had met her. That would probably account for the fact that she had dressed a little too scantily for his liking. An ultra-short mini skirt and a knotted-at-the- bellybutton shirt did little to hide her petite figure from the prying eyes of beer-swilling male patrons. John had noticed with no small amount of discomfort that Jeanine was attracting a little too much attention that night, but he shrugged it off. After all, she wasn't for sale...
"I guess I'm no good at this silly game", she brooded. John smiled at her encouragingly. "It just takes some time, honey. Why don't I go get us some drinks?"
"Ok" she nodded. John walked to the other side of the pool hall and ordered two beers. As the barkeeper popped off the caps, he eyed John curiously. "That's a mighty pretty little lass you got there, buddy" he grunted. Once again John felt that uncomfortable twinge as he acknowledged another man's appreciation of his wife's beauty. "Glad you think so", he lied. The bartender handed John his drinks. "Do you mind me asking you a question?"
"I guess not" John replied. How could he mind if he didn't know what the question was? "Why did you bring such a pretty lady to a place like this?" John frowned. "What do you mean?" "Well, in case you hadn't noticed, this place ain't exactly the opera house. You might want to be a bit more careful with your woman".
Careful? With his woman? John felt naive. "What are you trying to tell me, that somebody is going to attack her??" He handed over a tenner. The barkeep made change. He waved an expansive hand around the room. "Look at how many guys are here tonight. Must be over fifty or sixty, at least. They ain't exactly white collar, you know what I mean?" John had to agree. He had noticed as they walked in that the majority of the male patrons - heck, all the patrons were male - were either unshaven, unclean, unattractive or a combination of all three. He had also noticed the unpleasant smell of unwashed bodies from time to time, but he kept it to himself. Another person's hygiene - or lack thereof - was none of his business.
"Look, there goes one of them now". The bartender pointed over to where John's wife was standing and talking to a stranger. John hadn't noticed him approach his wife. He swiftly made his way back to her, cursing his stupidity. As he neared her the man turned and walked away. John handed her a lukewarm beer and searched her face for any signs of distress. "Who was that?" he asked nonchalantly.
"I don't know" she replied. John didn't like the tone in her voice. "What's the matter honey? Did he bother you?"
"No...not exactly". John was puzzled. She was blushing. "What did he say to you?" he demanded.
Jeanine paused uncomfortably. All at once she blurted: "He propositioned me". John flushed with anger. "What did he say?!" he asked again.
Jeanine was clearly troubled by talking about this. "He said he wanted to share me with his friends"
Hi y'all! Just thought I would spice things up with a favourite fantasy of mine. For those of you who don't already know me, I'm a 33yo (married) female who enjoys fantasizing about gangbangs, and I enjoy sharing those fantasies with others.
John smiled as he watched his wife bend over the pool table. He smiled not only because he knew his wife would probably miss the shot, but also because he had a great view of his wife's luscious buttocks as they peeked out from underneath her summer dress. His beautiful wife of 5 years, 27 years old, delicate and pretty, was a rank novice at pool but a seasoned professional at turning him on. The billiards clicked as she took her shot, the ball missing the hole by a good three inches. Her pouting face turned to his, and he grinned. It occurred to him that she had probably never even been to a pool hall before, at least not since he had met her. That would probably account for the fact that she had dressed a little too scantily for his liking. An ultra-short mini skirt and a knotted-at-the- bellybutton shirt did little to hide her petite figure from the prying eyes of beer-swilling male patrons. John had noticed with no small amount of discomfort that Jeanine was attracting a little too much attention that night, but he shrugged it off. After all, she wasn't for sale...
"I guess I'm no good at this silly game", she brooded. John smiled at her encouragingly. "It just takes some time, honey. Why don't I go get us some drinks?"
"Ok" she nodded. John walked to the other side of the pool hall and ordered two beers. As the barkeeper popped off the caps, he eyed John curiously. "That's a mighty pretty little lass you got there, buddy" he grunted. Once again John felt that uncomfortable twinge as he acknowledged another man's appreciation of his wife's beauty. "Glad you think so", he lied. The bartender handed John his drinks. "Do you mind me asking you a question?"
"I guess not" John replied. How could he mind if he didn't know what the question was? "Why did you bring such a pretty lady to a place like this?" John frowned. "What do you mean?" "Well, in case you hadn't noticed, this place ain't exactly the opera house. You might want to be a bit more careful with your woman".
Careful? With his woman? John felt naive. "What are you trying to tell me, that somebody is going to attack her??" He handed over a tenner. The barkeep made change. He waved an expansive hand around the room. "Look at how many guys are here tonight. Must be over fifty or sixty, at least. They ain't exactly white collar, you know what I mean?" John had to agree. He had noticed as they walked in that the majority of the male patrons - heck, all the patrons were male - were either unshaven, unclean, unattractive or a combination of all three. He had also noticed the unpleasant smell of unwashed bodies from time to time, but he kept it to himself. Another person's hygiene - or lack thereof - was none of his business.
"Look, there goes one of them now". The bartender pointed over to where John's wife was standing and talking to a stranger. John hadn't noticed him approach his wife. He swiftly made his way back to her, cursing his stupidity. As he neared her the man turned and walked away. John handed her a lukewarm beer and searched her face for any signs of distress. "Who was that?" he asked nonchalantly.
"I don't know" she replied. John didn't like the tone in her voice. "What's the matter honey? Did he bother you?"
"No...not exactly". John was puzzled. She was blushing. "What did he say to you?" he demanded.
Jeanine paused uncomfortably. All at once she blurted: "He propositioned me". John flushed with anger. "What did he say?!" he asked again.
Jeanine was clearly troubled by talking about this. "He said he wanted to share me with his friends"