Fucking Mr. Wrong.

Fucking Mr. Wrong.

 

Who knew that fucking Mr. Wrong could be so RIGHT!? First of all, I have an old friend, we’ll call her Sheila. She and I talk often and she is ALWAYS talking about her sexy husband and how satisfying he is sexually. Of course, not in a ‘cum FUCK him sort of way’. But, more in a ‘you have got to find a man like him‘ way. That alone makes me want to find a sexy man of my own.

Fucking Mr. WRONG isn’t something I find right, but… So, I hit the road a little early for a work conference in the deep south and decided to drop in on Sheila along the way. I hit some great spots in my travels and met a few sexy men that got my engine revving. There’s nothing wrong with that is there? I mean, I’m single and can play whenever and wherever I want to.

Finding Mr. Wrong ALWAYS Feels So Right!

Fucking Mr. Wrong. So, arriving with suitcases in hand, and still not looking for mischief; I pulled into the driveway at the address Sheila had given me a few years ago. They had been living in Mississippi for years, so I didn’t worry about that. This is going to be a fun surprise for her and her husband. After all, I’m SURE Sheila has talked about me to him too!

But, when I knocked at their front door, a handsome hunk of a man with almost completely white hair on his head and beard, and… who knows where else! I immediately saw with my own two peepers why she was so attracted to him. Even then, fucking Mr. Wrong didn’t CUMpletely race to my mind. I wanted to see my old friend and play catch up with her.

Oh, the Road to Fucking Mr. Wrong!

Oh, I thought about fucking Mr. Wrong, however… After briefly telling him I was a dear old friend of his Missus, Jack grabbed me into his warm and muscular arms and gave me a bear hug. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked past him and into their home. I gush of wetness started between my thighs. Brushing it aside, I immediately looked around for Sheila.

Jack told me that she was away that week visiting with her parents in NOLA. A brief moment of sadness was evident on my face, but Jack assured me that we’d call her later and maybe she’d come back. Well, that never happened and I’m about to tell you WHY! Of course, there is much more to this tale, but you can catch up with me in some phone sex therapy confessions about the deets!

Innocently Fucking Mr. Wrong.

Jack and I shared a few drinks, then we talked about how sexually active Sheila and I were in our college days he got more and more visually turned on and so did I! I told him about the times we had both been involved in fucking Mr. Wrong! All the while we both kept referring to Sheila as “her”. Suddenly, Jack leaned forward and kissed me passionately while groping my tits!

I fell right into it and removed his dick from his pants and sucked him until he came down my hungry throat! We spent the entire weekend licking, sucking, fucking, and whatever else we could in the heat of lust. So, by Sunday morning, I packed my bags and gave Jack one final kiss at the door of their home. Jack asked me to CUM as often as I’d like to hang out with them and have more fun.

He helped me get my bags into the trunk and gave me one final kiss. I told him to give Sheila my best and tell her I’m sorry I missed her. To wit, he said, “Sheila? who’s Sheila?” Haha. It turns out I had been at the wrong home all weekend fucking some other woman’s husband! So, fucking Mr. Wrong actually turned out to be SO AWESOMELY FUCKING RIGHT! Hahaha. I had been drinking his cum, taking him in my ass, and having the best sex EVER with the wrong guy!

Wanna meet YOUR wife’s bestie? Call me! Let’s spend the weekend together being filthy new fuck friends!

Kiss, kiss.

Just Joey

 

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