1. I was A Middle Aged Man Whore Part 1


    Date: 10/27/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: sexstoriesanderotica, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The following story is intellectual property under copyright , copying and re-posting is a violation of laws and will be met with a DMCA action. The Madness Begins Sometimes I look back on that time of my life with anger, shame, and disgust. And yet on other occasions, I think about how most guys would give their left nut to do what I did and I feel a little bit better about it. And when I think about all of the sweet , wet , musty pussy I got to savor in those years , I can usually talk myself into to making it out to be the best time of my life. I was 36 years old, married, and living the usual boring life and just trying to get by like everyone else. My wife was probably the only good thing in my life and to be honest what really rips me up and eats at me the most is the guilt that I have, and the effect that it would have on her if she ever found out about what I did in the wildest three years of my life. I stand in amazement to this day at what I got away with during that time, and I am still in shock that I actually got away with it as long as I did and my wife was none the wiser. Sometimes I think that she did know and didn't want to face it. I can’t even count how many times I came home at weird hours of the night , reeking of cheap perfume, alcohol , and bathed in the scent of musty, soaking wet pussy. Somehow, amazingly, I got away with it. If someone would have told me a year before it happened that I would be a full time professional gigolo man whore slut I would ...
    have laughed at them. But at the time, I didn't realize how cruel life can be sometimes and it always seems like it’s when you least expect it and when it’s going to fuck with you the most. My wife was pregnant with our first c***d and I was working the graveyard shift down at the motorcycle plant. My job was basically as exciting as watching flies fuck but it paid well for being a blue collar job. My job was to stand at the end of the assembly line and when a bike arrived in front of my station, I covered the top of it with a large sheet of plastic protective material so it could be crated up and shipped out. Mind numbingly boring I know. In fact , the only thing that kept me going was my ear piece and my MP3 player , if it wasn't for that escape that took me away from that boring assembly line , I would have gotten out of Dodge a lot sooner than it happened. Long story short, I got laid off. I was in deep shit and it was getting deeper by the day, I could barely get by with my full time pay, now I was on the unemployment rolls at 65 percent of what I made before. My wife couldn't work because of a difficult pregnancy, and I didn't know what the hell I was going to do, but I had to figure it out real fast. I couldn't work part time because I would make too much to collect unemployment which was more than any part time gig I could get anyway. I searched high and low for an under the table gig, but it just wasn't happening. I had no choice but to troll the classified ads. You ...
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