Hot Wife Sara: Drifting into la-la land
Sometimes when I go some place relatively boring, like the grocery store, I walk around thinking, “Nobody would guess that my husband watches me suck other men’s dicks.” It gives me this little tingle of excitement. And apparently I unknowingly smile when I’m thinking thoughts like this. It just so happens that I was thinking a thought similar to the one above while I was recently standing in line at Starbucks. I was just getting my normal Wednesday afternoon caramel frappuccino. I was remembering the mandingo party –the look on Jeff’s face when one of the guys came on my tits - probably smiling like a drunk monkey. A guy who was waiting for his latte happened to be facing my direction, and thought I was smiling at him. You know when that happens? You’re drifting into dirty la-la land, and someone thinks you’re picking up on them.
Well, it turns out that if I hadn’t have been in la-la land, I probably would have been flirting with him. I reached into my purse for my lip-gloss, slowly slid the cap off and proceeded to apply it while pouting my lips. My eyes looked away from him, so it wouldn’t be too obvious that I was doing it just for him. Then, I took my cell phone out to “check the time,” and slid it back into my most-used purse substitute: my cleavage. I was wearing a gray velour jogging suit with the zipper pulled down just enough that you could see about 2 inches of cleavage. To tell you the truth, I put all kinds of things in my cleavage (ask any woman with big tits whether she does this, and I guarantee the answer is yes!). The phone disappeared: such a satisfying feeling.
My order was up and I was back in the mini-van before the guy worked up the nerve to talk to me. I have to admit I was wondering if he had a big, fat penis like those young black guys at the party, and what his dick would look like dipped in my frapaccino. I wondered whether I’d given him a hard-on with my lipstick-disappearing phone trick. I wondered if he
had a girlfriend or a wife who he’d be fucking as he thought of me later that night. It drives me nuts thinking about how many cocks there are out there that I’ll never get to taste or bounce on or even sneak a peek at.
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Posted by Sara | Dec. 23, 2007 | Posted in Hot Wives, Sara | 1 Comment »
“and what his dick would look like dipped in my frapaccino.”
Damn. You are somethin’ else, Sara! I adore your writing!