| Straight: Threesomes: After the Brawl (1/4) |
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My wife Cynthia, or Cyn, as I call her, is smart, talented, and very sensual. She is also fairly well-known in the art world as a critic and writer—not bad for a 28-year-old woman. But she has brains and a hot body as well. I guess I’m a lucky guy. Heck, I know I am. Her sweet blond pussy drives me as crazy as the first time we me five years ago, and her perky tits are firm and fair and very distracting. At her computer, though, she is all business. Writing about art criticism for international organizations has brought her fame and respect. But when she takes off her glasses, gets into her black thong and lies out back, topless in the summer, passing motorists are in grave danger of accidents by getting distracted by all that eye candy. About one year ago, though, her good looks nearly resulted in tragedy, although everything ended up OK. Well, maybe better than OK. You decide. Billy was driving me home from the gym where we were doing some weight training, jumping rope, and some speed bag work. We box with a local amateur club, nothing really serious, but it helps get out all that work-a-day stress. My car was in the shop and Billy, being the nice guy he is, gave me a ride. When pulled up to my house, I saw my wife being manhandled by the local creep who’d been in jail a few times for having a few too many. Billy and I were pretty tired from our workout, but we scrambled toward the front door where the local thug was pinning my wife against the door. I ran toward him, ready to kill him if I had to. But I stumbled over a branch that had gotten knocked down from the storm the night before. I got up as fast as I could. Luckily Billy rushed the jerk and got to him quick. Creep face is about 6’4” and thinks he’s Mr. Macho Man. When he saw Billy and then me, instead of backing off, he sneered, almost daring us to do something. I could see reasoning wasn’t going to work. I tried to hide my limp as we approached him. Billy changed his strategy. He calmed down and acted casual but firm. “Leave her alone, guy. Before you get hurt.” The Creep sized up Billy and laughed. Even with me approaching, the big jerk acted like he could handle both of us. My wife was terrified and I knew we had to do something. But I didn’t want the maniac to get a chance to hurt Cynthia. This was tough because he was smothering her and it would take a lot of force to pull off the 260 pound potbellied gorilla. Billy looked at me and nodded as though he had an idea. He moved in and kidney punched the big moron. The snap and speed of the punch caught him by surprise. He let go of Cynthia and turned toward Billy. He reminded me of a Cyclops. “Want a piece of me?” he laughed. “Nope,” Billy said. “I want all of you.” The creep assumed this boxing position; you could see he didn’t know the basics. Just some sort of pose he picked up on TV. He moved in. |
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Why isn't she writing this up herself?
