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My Curious Wife 2

... the laughing stock of the room,” Stephen pleaded with me. I thought for a moment. These people don’t know me so what’s the harm. I was kind of enjoying all the comments about me and the video. I guess it helped that I had been drinking and was feeling a bit amorous. I figured what the hell. Let him have his day among his buddies. “Yea, I’m the hot MILF Stephen has been telling you about.” Just them Michael walked into the room and read what I had typed. He leaned over and kissed me softly. “Wow. It looks like I missed your grand entrance,” he whispered in my ear. I was relieved that he wasn’t upset about me saying I was a MILF. As I grew older I secretly hoped that younger guys would still find me attractive. I never considered the term MILF being applied to me but I found it kind of flattering. “Yea, you don’t know the half of what you missed.” I scrolled back and let Michael read what all had been said. He even saw the whisper that Stephen sent me. I was wondering what his reaction would be. “Ha Ha Ha. Why that SOB. No wonder he didn’t want my face on the video.” “You’re not mad, honey?” I asked. “Maybe a little mad at Stephen, but not at you. Hell, I was the one who encouraged you to do it.” The conversation in the room continued on about me and Stephen. Some of them still weren’t quite convinced that I had given Stephen a blow job. I assured them all that it was quite real and I did in fact perform oral sex on Stephen. There were a few Oooh’s and Awwww’s after I said ...

... that. “Damn. I wish that could have been me,” one of the guys typed. “Yea, me too. I’d love to have your sweet lips wrapped around my hard cock, Susan,” another wrote. Then the conversation took an unexpected turn. One of the more ardent non-believers had a proposition for me and Stephen. “Hey, Stephen. You call her your MILF. You know that means Mother I’d Like to Fuck, right? “Yea, I know what MILF stands for dickhead,” Stephen replied. “Well then, why don’t you fuck her and make a video of it? That way we would believe you two were actually together,” a skeptical chatter demanded. My jaw dropped as Michael and I read what was being said in the room. I held my breath waiting for Stephen’s reply. He really didn’t think I was going to let him fuck me? Or did he? I expected Stephen to whisper me. But instead I saw him typing a reply to his instigator friend. “We both told you it was true. I don’t have to prove anything.” “Just as I thought, you made up the whole thing. It probably isn’t even Susan in the video.” “I didn’t make it up and it is me and Susan in the video. If it takes a video of me fucking her to make you believe it then I’ll fuck her and let you all watch.” Michael didn’t say a word. He just sat beside me and read in as much disbelief as I was reading what Stephen had just said. I was anxious to know just how he thought he was going to make this happen. Anxious and a bit excited to be honest. “Okay, but I want proof. I want you to wear a t-shirt that says, “Stephen’s ...