Just as you type in heterosexual married, you see two arms rap around your stomach. They belong to your new wife who’s wearing nothing but a towel. She kisses your cheek and whispers into you ear, “Did you make a choice yet?”
“No. I just got this dammed thing to work.”
“You never were good with computers,” says you wife chuckling. “Let me take over.”
You swap places with her letting her work on the computer while you work on taking of her towel.
“Can you at lest wait until our guest arrives?” She giggles.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” You ask her. “Sharing me with someone else I mean. To be honest I’m not to comfortable sharing you with another man.”
“Then we’ll pick a girl,” says your wife. “Just remember to put you in me and not the slut they send up here.”
You laugh and say, “Okay, Baby, but it wouldn’t be far too you if we just went with a girl.”
“You’re not easy to please are you? If it will make you feel any better I’ll let you pick.”
|