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Just like back in our high school days, Deena and I strode off to our car, holding hands, with me thinking about what a truly lucky guy I am to have a girl like this...............
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Anonymousabout 1 year agoThis is a five star story. I gave you a
4.85 = 97% (☆☆☆☆☆)!
It has been received very very well by Literotica users: it has so far got 90 "faves" out of 108.8k views, which is 0.83 faves per 1k views (the stories that get more than 0.5 faves per 1k views are few and far between.)
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoI'm copy pasting a two year old comment.
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Anonymous, over 2 years ago
Years ago, my first wife & I attended a wedding in Punta Cana. My wife was one of bridesmaids.
I was sure something happened between my wife & groomsman. Knowing her i believed & still believe he fucked her. I suck at confronting my wife when she does things unbecoming of a married woman, so i never say a word.
I saw them alone in the dark, he was kissing her neck & caressing her ass. She kissed him on the mouth (a French kiss). He was still caressing her ass.
I must admit I did not even try to interrupt them. The scene I witnessed rendered me paralysed, kind of hypnotized, & i just observed my wife making out with another man.
I thought to myself "What happens in Punta Cana stays in Punta Cana" but I knew I had discovered my wife's slutty side & my marriage had changed forever.
After that episode she was turning me on way way more than before. I was warshipping every part of her boddy knowing only too well she would fool around when the right oppotunity has presented itself.
I never left my first wife, she left me for a guy she had fallen in love with.
My heart did not miss her, but I missed sex with her for more than half a year.
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Anonymousabout 2 years agoI'm copy pasting an earlier comment because it totally depicts my fantasy and, to a much lesser degree, my experience.
