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My husband is the country’s

sports and recreation equipment, manufacturer. We are filthy rich, living in a 10,000 square foot mansion with eight bedrooms and a three-car garage. Every room of our house is adorned with custom-built furniture, including the billiard room that has a $20,000 pool table that Vic won’t let me touch, “you might damage the velvet.”

We belong to a fancy country club where we socialize with other stinking rich people whose senses have been dulled by the infinite number of ways wealthy people can indulge themselves.

We play tennis and swim to stay in shape. I go to upscale shops and spend thousands on sexy clothes and shoes to alleviate my boredom. We get shitfaced at the country club because it’s more fun than getting shitfaced at home and allows us to forget the monotony that comes with money.

We’re not alone. We like to meet Juli and John at the club and play mixed doubles. John is roughly the same age as Vic and me–mid-thirties. Juli is twenty-seven. She has strawberry-colored hair that tumbles down to a set of small but pert tits and full lips made for kissing. Her eyes shine like jewels when she smiles. Her most beautiful asset, no pun intended, is her ass. It’s shapely as all fuck–easily the best ass in the club.

My name is Harlie. I’m Vic’s undersexed wife, and this is the story of how I folded over a worn-out page and wrote a whole new script with Juli.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it.

One afternoon after playing doubles tennis with Vic, John, and Juli, we retired to the cool of the Pacific Pub, which is located in Sun Valley Country Club. There’s a short bar, a scattering of tables and chairs, a pool table, and a TV on the wall. John and Vic usually sit at the bar. They like shooting the shit with the bartender, watching sports highlights on the TV, playing pool, and drinking in excess.

Juli and I like sitting in a corner as far as possible from our beaus and talk gossip while knocking back Long Island Ice Teas–getting crocked.

“You know, when I started dating John, I was only twenty-one. All of the guys I met before him were immature: get drunk, get blown, go home. Yet John had a promising law career, money, and class. He was funny as hell, plus he was great in bed. We dated for one and a half years, and I figured that there was nobody else like him, so I said yes when he asked me to marry him.

“But, lately, John is bored in bed. I’m only twenty-seven and hornier than a queen bee. If I don’t get something every morning and evening, I start scratching the paint.”

I already told you what Juli looked like and couldn’t believe that anyone with a heartbeat could get bored of her. I felt like standing on a chair and shouting, “Hello, hello, is anyone breathing out there?”

She wanted advice. I was like: Welcome to my world, sister. You’re reading my script. If I get dick from Vic three times in a month, I’m a lucky gal.

Of course, I didn’t say this to Juli. She wanted my sage advice, words of wisdom from a big sister. So I told her what she needed to hear.

“Juli, do you think you are the test monkey in the marriage department? You’re not the first person on the planet to have this problem.”

“I’m not?”

“No. You’re not even the first girl in this country club to voice this complaint.”

“You had the same problem?”

“I had it in spades, girl.”

“So, what did you do?”

“Simple. I went to the toy store.”

“You what?”

“I went to the adult toy store. I picked up some magic wands, vibrators, anal plugs, and dirty DVDs.”

Then I sat back to see if my words affected the poor doll.

“You mean you just masturbate, and the problem goes away? That’s your advice?”

I put my hand on her bare thigh to ensure I had her attention and whispered so nobody would overhear me.

“The truth is that nothing beats having sex with another person, but using toys is better than a hand on the gland if you know what I mean.”

“Well, I don’t know, Harlie. I guess I was hoping you would have something better to tell me.”

“Like what, dearie? Do you want me to wave a vibrating wand and restore your husband’s libido? What did you think I would tell you?”

“I dunno? I thought you would say something like ‘try counseling,’ or something like that.”

“Counseling? COUNSELING!”

Whoops. At the end of the room, a couple stopped talking and turned to face us. I gave them the finger, and they looked away.

“Juli, counseling doesn’t do shit. If divorce is an office building, then counseling is the lobby. And you don’t want a divorce.

“Let’s play it out. It’s February, and you tell John you want to go to counseling. You go three times when he says he wants out of the marriage. Finally, his lawyer tells you how much money he’s willing to give you in May. Your lawyer laughs and makes a counteroffer in July. Finally, his lawyer says he will have to speak to his client and agrees to meet in September and give an answer.

“Afterwards, the lawyers bahis şirketleri go together to a bar and get drunk on your dime. Meanwhile, you go to your condo and back to your sexless life because you’re separated and haven’t fucked in forever.

“It goes back and forth like that for a year and a half. You cope by drinking more and popping pills. You start dating guys who only want to get into your pretty panties. It’s depressing, and so you go to a psychiatrist. Now you have a shrink, an attorney, and a list of guys who want to lick your pussy. Sounds great, doesn’t it? It gets better.

“Your shrink wants to fuck you too. And your attorney wants more money–don’t forget that you are paying him, not John. And the list of guys that want to eat you starts to get shorter because all that drinking and pill-popping makes you a little fuzzy around the edges. Finally, you begin to look like you’re forty.

“Then, one day, the unbelievable happens. Your divorce is final! You call your best friend, which is me, and we go out and celebrate. We go to a strip joint. We laugh, drink, dance, and two guys pick us up–Jack and Phil. You bring Jack to your apartment. He is too drunk to get it up, but he gives you a rash that no dermatologist can cure. Worse, he doesn’t want to leave because he has no place to stay while getting a divorce.

“I don’t make out much better. But I go to Phil’s apartment. He wants to do anal, and when I refuse, he slaps me so hard that I have to make an appointment with an oral surgeon because I lost two teeth.”

Juli took a sip of her iced tea and rolled her tongue around an ice cube, thinking.

“Wow, when you put it that way, I see what you mean.”

“I’m not making it up, girl. If I could make this shit up, I’d be writing for Netflix. But, listen, I need to go and powder my nose.”

I looked over at our men. They were laughing at a dirty joke the bartender had told them.

“Think about it, okay. I’ll be back in ten.”

When I returned, the boys were playing pool. I don’t think there is any game as dull as pool, but Vic loves it. He’d prefer putting a pool ball in a hole than sticking it to me.

I asked Juli if she thought about what I’d told her. She surprised me by answering, “Have you ever checked out the internet, Harlie?”

“You mean, do I watch porn?”

“Actually, I was referring to the lingerie and bikini websites. I like fantasizing about the girls.”

This was getting interesting.

“May I ask what sort of fantasies you have?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yeah, I really want to know.”

“I dream about one of those stunning women caressing my half-naked body. We look into each other’s eyes and french kiss. I peel off her bikini, and she takes off mine. Then one of us stretches out on the silk sheets, and we moan and writhe on the bed. She goes down on me and licks my pussy until I cum. Then, we switch, and I satisfy her.”

Holy fucken-shit! As Juli talked, I was biting and sucking on an orange slice–nearly biting into my tongue.

“That is hotter than fuck.” I whispered low enough so that the annoying couple seated nearby wouldn’t hear me.

“It is. You should try it.”

“I think I might.”

The guys decided that they wanted to leave. John and Vic threw a couple of twenties on the bar and announced to Juli and me that it was time to go home. I said bye to John and wondered if he had any idea what dirty thoughts were going through his wife’s mind.

Vic stopped at a light on the ride home from the country club, and I reached over and turned off the mp3.

“Hey, that’s a good song; why are you turning it off?”

“Because I want to know if I turn you off?”

“What do you mean?”

“We haven’t fucked since a blue moon. What do I need to do to get you off? Do you want me to get into costumes and role play? Perhaps a little bondage? Should I bring another girl into bed with me?

“Now, hold on. I’m trying to drive.”

I looked down and saw that Vic had a growing hardon. I reached over and squeezed it.

“Geez, Harlie, I’m going to have a freakin’ accident. Can you wait until we get home?”

When we got home, I went into the bathroom and put on my favorite lingerie. It was only three in the afternoon, but after talking to Juli, I was horny. Vic was texting and watching a game on TV when I came up behind him, kissed him on the cheek, and gnawed at his ear lobe.

“How about a time out, lover?”

Vic kept on texting, so I came around to stand between the TV and him. He looked up from his phone to see his wife in a revealing red camisole. My dark hair, green eyes, pouting mouth, and big tits always got his motor running; without missing a heartbeat, I knelt, unzipped his pants, and stroked and sucked on his cock without missing a heartbeat.

“Can’t we wait until halftime?”

“Fuck you, asshole.” I got up, walked into the bedroom, and slammed the door.

I was so damned jacked up and needed something. Taking a page from Juli’s manual, I went online and typed:

Hot bahis firmaları chicks in bikinis

A site came up featuring dozens of young women in revealing bathing outfits.

One bejeweled beauty with auburn hair reminded me of Juli. I paged through her gallery and enjoyed seeing the model in various sexy poses. I imagined sitting poolside with this sexy bitch. I was so hot I eased one hand into my lace panties and used the other to massage a breast. My nipple responded like a hungry kitten, and it wasn’t long before I was doing the ol’ slip and slide with my finger inside.

“Ohhh, yes!”

Once satisfied, I tiptoed into the kitchen for a snack. Then, peeking into the living room, I saw that my husband was still texting and paying no attention to the game on the TV.

Curious, I reached over and snatched the phone out of his hands.

“Hey, give that back to me.”

“Who the hell are you texting all the time?”

“It’s none of your damned business.”

“I think it is. Hmm, let me see….”

Vic snatched his phone out of my hand and sat back down in his chair.

I was so damned pissed that I didn’t talk to him for two whole days when Vic got on a plane bound for L.A. for a business deal.

I called Juli.

Hey, Jul’s, Vic’s in L.A. on business. You want to meet me at the club for tennis. Then, we can chill at my house.

“It sounds good. John is at the office. He just called to tell me he’s working late. I’ll see you in an hour.”

An hour later, we were on the tennis court. Juli was dressed in a short pleated skirt with a revealing top that showed off her sexy midriff. I was dressed in a short skirt with a tight top that displayed my melon-sized breasts. I purposely kept hitting the ball past Juli to look at that luscious ass.

The truth is that I had never before thought about women sexually. Although, there was one time in college when I walked in on my roommate, and she and another girl were buck naked on the bed–scissoring and moaning loudly. I quickly shut the door; I was so embarrassed. However, the episode made me so hot that I had to go into a bathroom stall and flick myself off. After that, I’d never thought about it.

Two hours later, we were sitting poolside at my mansion, and I asked Juli if anything had changed in the bedroom. Juli’s answer shocked me.

“Believe it or not, I told John about my excursions on the internet, and it turned him on. He said it would be okay if I got it on with other women, as long as I tell him all about it when I get home.”

Whoa, I couldn’t believe it. I’d heard that some of the women at the club were doing more than getting together to swim and play tennis. In fact, I had seen two young wives kissing in the ladies’ locker room when they thought they were alone. But my friend Juli…?

“So, you are cool with the arrangement?”

“I’m thinking about it. But, of course, it would have to be the right one. How about you, any changes?”

“Me? No. I think Vic is fooling around.”

“What! Are you sure?”

“I can’t prove it, but let’s just say that I’m suspicious.” And I told Juli about the incident with his texting.

“So, what are you going to do?”

I was surveying Juli’s shapely tanned thighs when she asked this question–her cameltoe was showing prominently through her tight bikini bottoms, which turned me on.

“I know what I’m thinking of doing, but…let’s just enjoy each other’s company. Would you like a refill on that drink?”


I got up and made a show of walking to the outdoor bar to replenish our drinks. When I handed Juli her drink, I sat down and arched my back–showing off my glorious melons.

The move didn’t go unnoticed. I could read Juli’s thoughts like they were written on her forehead: how far can the fabric stretch on Harlie’s bikini top before it bursts open?

Three days later, Vic was back home. He appeared happy to see me, and he took me out for dinner. When we got home, after a round of Mai-Tais, we ripped off each other’s clothes and made love on the giant granite island in the kitchen when we got home.

I called Juli the next day.

“It was great. Just like the old days. But that countertop is a little hard.” The truth is my ass and hip were throbbing.

“Maybe he’s just been under pressure and really busy with a business deal?”

“I think you’re right. So what’s going on with you? Meeting any women at the club?”

I couldn’t get the image out of my head of the two women kissing in the locker room. I hoped to see Juli flirt with one of the many attractive women who frequented the club. That would really turn me on.

“Oh, I don’t play kiss and tell. Let’s just say that I’ve been sending out subtle signals.”

“Ooh-la-la. Listen, Vic and some of his staff are going to a billiards convention in Las Vegas on Wednesday. Do you want to meet at the club again?”


Wednesday came, and after playing a few sets of tennis, we went back to my house for drinks and cool off by the pool.

I kaçak bahis siteleri felt antsy. Vic was far away, and Juli was within arms reach. She was wearing an orange neon whale tail thong that showcased her insanely sexy ass. It was sweltering inside my skimpies. After downing a few shots, I pointed to Juli’s quim and asked, “do you shave down there?”

Juli took the bait–reaching down, she pulled aside her thong.

“Bare as a baby’s bottom,” she declared. “How about you?” And I pulled aside my bikini bottom to display the neat V shape of my pubic mound. We blushed and laughed, and I changed the subject.

“I’m thinking of remodeling the house.”

Juli loved my house.

“Don’t get rid of the custom round mattress in your bedroom.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“You’re not thinking of replacing the double shower stall, complete with a bench.”

“No, I’d never get rid of that.”

We talked about decorating options, and then Juli had to leave. Vic hadn’t bothered unpacking his bag from his flight to L.A. It was unzipped on the floor, and his dirty laundry was hanging out of it. So I decided to do laundry.

I grabbed the clothing. There was a plastic bag from a grocery store on the bottom of the luggage. It probably contained Vic’s dirty underwear, I figured. I untied the bag and pulled out a lace bra and three soiled thongs, to my horror. My husband must’ve been sleeping with one of the slutty girls from his office. From the looks of things, she had big tits, a small ass, and no brains–she accidentally put her dirty laundry in his bag.

My suspicions were confirmed, and I phoned Juli.

“Geez, he’s screwing someone from the damned office; I can’t fucken believe it! Come here quick. The proof is in my hands.” I balled into the phone.

Juli arrived, and we fell into each other’s arms. I was roaring drunk, and I spilled my guts out in anguish.

Juli listened to me wail and howl before pulling out a joint.

“You have first to try and calm down, girl.”

The pot worked its magic, and I started to settle down.

“I guess I should’ve seen it coming,” I moaned. “The lack of interest in the bedroom, the texting at all hours; I should’ve seen the writing on the wall.”

She wrapped an arm around me as I pouted.

“What was he thinking?” She said. “Where will he find someone as lovely and loving as you?”

Like a warm summer breeze, these words blew through my soul, and I snuggled closer to Juli’s warm body. She gently stroked my hair with a soft hand and smelled great. She was wearing the sexiest pair of lace shorts and a tight white camisole. Juli ran a fingernail up and down my forearm. Then she pecked me on the cheek. It felt beautiful, and Juli kissed me again, only it was on my shoulder.

She lightly blew on the spot. Involuntarily, I shivered and let out a low moan of approval. She placed a hand on my chin–turning my head to face her. She looked at me with an intense and unmistakable longing. Suddenly Juli was the most desirous creature I’d ever laid eyes on. I inhaled her sweet scent, and she smiled. My fingers reached up to lightly trace her jawline, and our faces came closer, our lips almost touching. Heat radiated from her like a fireplace in February. My tinder box caught fire. We leaned toward each other in silent agreement and shared a sweet kiss.

Umm, I groaned at my first taste of a woman’s moist lips. We kissed again before she cradled my face in her gentle hands and tilted my head, pressing her urgent tongue against my lips. We began french kissing, and I let myself go.



Her hands caressed and stroked my breasts. It was so fuckin’ hot. My nipples were hardening and pressing against my bikini top. Juli noted them as she slowly untied the string and undid my bikini top. She let out a low moan as my enormous, succulent breasts tumbled from my top. My nipples stood out like twin peaks–begging for attention.

“You are so beautiful, Harlie. I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks.”

“Oh, Juli, please suck my nipples. It’s been so long. I love it when my nipples are sucked.” I cried in supplication.

Juli drew out her tongue and extended it to the tip of my nipple. She paused, but only long enough to look up at me with the sexiest grin on her face, and then she lowered her eyes, and Juli’s tongue lovingly savored first one engorged nipple and then the other.

“Oh Juli, yes darling, yes,” I whimpered. Juli sighed, opened her mouth, and took in as much of me as she could–sucking hard on my breast. The touch and feel of her mouth on my breast spread like a consuming fire, and my body twitched to her every touch. I wanted to squeeze my entire self into her mouth and pushed against her lovely body, moaning for more attention as jolts of electricity traveled from my titties to my twat. It was pure pleasure, and I felt my orgasm coming.

“I’m going to cum if you keep sucking me.” I groaned.

“Oh shit, girl. I don’t want you to cum yet.”

Juli let go of my breast and helped me off the couch. I could barely stand up, but somehow we made it to my bedroom, sprawling across that custom-built round mattress. We moaned and writhed as I kissed Juli’s beautiful face while she squeezed and sucked my breasts.

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