How my wife became a BBC queen ! - Sex Stories

How my wife became a BBC queen !

... nightgown and a seductive smile on her pretty face. Huh !! A seductive smile on her face ? Apparently she did not black out her face but some f****y photo’s hanging on the wall. Both of us were somewhat giddy and like two little k**s who had done something naughty. We both kept looking and re-reading the ad. I was extremely turned on, when she would read the line about being very well endowed, and I saw the wicked smile on the photo, thinking about the guys that would be putting those words to that face and body. I admit I was somewhat afraid of the possible events that could unfold in this adventure and a small part of me wondered if Fran could be right when she said that no one would respond. About a week after we read the ad I went to the post office and all I found in my box was a little green card. I was very disappointed but honestly a little relieved in that Fran was right, or perhaps it was a little early yet. As I walked out of the post office and about to throw the card away, I glanced down at and saw that it was from the post office and I was instructed to see one of the clerks regarding my mail box. I thought to myself, shit, now what. I waited in line, got to the clerk and he asked me if I was Mr. Jones of post box 2301, I looked at him for a second before I realized that Jones was the name we used for the ad and I used to rent the box. I replied yes and he disappeared into the back. I was a little confused and almost walked out when he immerged carrying a large ...

... white plastic bin filled with envelopes. He said, “Here is your mail, use the bin to take them home but you have to return it or you will be billed $25.” I thanked him and left. When I got home Fran was sitting on the front porch. I told her that I had one hell of a shock for her. I pulled the bin out of the car’s trunk and she asked me what all that was. I told her THAT is all the nobody’s that wouldn’t respond. All she did was just drop her jaw and mummer “Oh my God, you’re k**ding aren’t you?” That night we started opening letter after letter. Most had pictures and most were very crass and immediately rejected. I could tell that Fran was extremely floored that so many individuals responded to her and she really perked up at that attention. There were only three or four letters out of over 200, in that initial batch, that Fran kept. All three had photos and all appeared to be of above average endowment. Over the next three weeks, I made a couple of trips to the post office with similar results. I would get my card from the box, hand it and my empty plastic bin to the clerk and he, in turn, would hand me a bin filled with envelopes. Fran and I would sift through the responses and find that a lot of them were the same fellows sending what seemed like desperate responses hoping for our acceptance. No, wasn’t going to happen. I then noticed Fran appear to be re-reading a response. When I was sure that she was reading it again for at least the third time and I could see that her ...