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Debbie is a foxy, horny 24-year-old with an in- credible chest measurement of 42C. She told me that she would see if she could seduce my husband into eating her out, and if she could, then we would know that it is not oral sex itself that Ken objects to, but me. We set it up so that Debbie would come over after I had left for an evening class.
She tried to get me to peek through a window at
the action, but I felt that I might get jealous and try
to break it up if it got too steamy.
Actually, I was pretty sure that Debbie wouldn't get her pussy eaten that night. We came to an under- standing that if she did get my husband and herself too horny, they could fuck, but I didn't want to hear about it from anyone except Ken.
The following is Debbie's version of what tran- spired. I left for my class at 6:45 P.M. after kissing Ken good-night. Debbie rang the bell at about 8:30, innocently looking for me. Ken explained that I was out for the evening, but invited her in to watch the foot- ball game. Debbie, naturally, agreed to stay, and they both settled on the sofa to watch.
About halfway through the first quarter, Debbie let out an anguished moan and started to rub her left tit through her blouse and bra. Apologizing, she started to leave the room. Ken asked what was wrong and she relayed a made-up story about a breast aneurysm that could occasionally be painful. She told him that she would have to massage it for about half an hour before the pain would subside. Ken told her to relax, that he was super-happily married, and that she could probably stay in the same room and massage it without fear of being attacked by him.