We were supposed to be cooking dinner. My wife and I just spent a nice long day out shopping and having fun. It was the end of a weekend together that we almost never get anymore. Weekends like this meant a lot to us but it especially meant one thing: we were going to fuck. A lot. We don't really fuck much during the week since she works 3rd shift and is asleep for most of the day. After barely seeing each other during the week, the weekends were our time for sex.
Hello again gonewildstories! I've been enjoying my slutty side maybe more than usual lately and figured I should check in here again. For those who have seen my other stories, things with the the older guy Andy fizzled out after a second time seeing him, and of course Jake still lives on the other side of the country. We still text (sext) every so often though.
I had quite a few friends who went to Western, and as a result, they always wanted me to go down and party with them. One day, I decided to go for it...