“She might not be the goody-two-shoes girl you think she is.”“She’s a sweetheart, Jacob,” mom said sternly.I hazarded another wide-eyed look... at mom, taking my eyes off the road.“I don’t mean to be rude, mom, but she has you all fooled. She’s not evil, but she ain’t no angel either.”“She’s had it very hard, Jacob,” mom said in a quiet tone. “Imagine if you’d lost your father when you were three.”She had a good point. I’m sure that it would have changed me fundamentally. Both of my parents were. It was Friday at school and we were all talking about tonights party. I remember thinking i wish the day would end so we can get home and get ready and get some beers and be on our way. The day dragged on, I remember gazing out of the window looking at the playing fields, it was a warm day and there were some girls out running.The bell rang for the end of the day and there was a real buzz about tonights party. Me and my mates sat on the bus laughing and joking, 'Im going to get a shag. For me, I loved watching my wife sucking a big cock just as much as watching her copping a good fucking and more so if the cock she had her mouth over exploded. It was one of my biggest fantasies to see another man ball my then wife as he wanted, making her his for the night, or day for that matter. The thought of seeing my hot wife freely giving herself to others while I watched, fantasizing of her getting fucked, sucking cock, taking cum from another man was just too much for me until, after. I want to occasionally meet up with one person who is more than a friend but less than a partner for a good, hard fuck and have no expectations on either end. I was thinking that since you frequently travel to the U.S. but aren’t settling for any amount of time here, maybe we could meet up one time. We could go to dinner, maybe karaoke, then a hotel room where you could fuck me seven ways from Sunday until you were ready to leave for home. This is forward of me, I know. I just thought it.