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I was A Middle Aged Man Whore Part 1

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

because of the problems my wife was having, but getting laid was the least of my worries at this particular time in my life, which was bizarre because little did I know at the time that is exactly what I would be doing for the next couple of years. I was really about to snap and I told my wife I needed to go out and get my head clear so I was going to go for a drive. I said goodbye, hopped in my truck, and headed out on to the back roads to drive around with the windows down, get my head straight, and get some fresh country air. Of course I no sooner got out of town limits and I heard the loud, familiar, and fucking annoying sound of a biker flying by me with his old lady on the back. And of course , looking at the leather vested , faded jeans and tight , tiny , and lacy wife beater of this bikers old lady flying by me at 80 miles an hour brought back the thought of the very person I was trying to forget. Same shit Trisha, my rude and heartless old land lady wears all the time. I thought to myself “For fucks sake I can’t even go for a simple drive in the country without being reminded of all the bullshit I am going through right now", which pissed me off even more. Another couple miles up the road my cell phone started to ring, at first I was going to ignore it but then I thought about my wife so I picked up in case something was wrong. I was driving so I didn't look at the number , and I wish I would have because if I would have known it was the old bag calling , I would ... have let it ring. I said “Hello” and I heard the familiar cracking voice on the end say “Matt, its Trish." I sighed and said “Yeah?” and I waited for her smart comments or for even worse news like I am being evicted. She said “Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot with this rent thing". She said “Maybe there is a way I can help you out." I said “What do you have in mind?” She said “I don’t want to discuss it on the phone, I need ya to stop by later this evening and we can talk. I have a business proposition for you.” I said “OK, what time do you want me there?” She replied “About 9:30." I said “OK , I’ll be there." Now I had a new dilemma on my hands. On one hand I was thankful that there may be a way for me to work off this rent bullshit, but on the other hand, like a said earlier, I had no idea what kind of business this crazy old broad was even involved in because I never saw any business and I never even seen her old ass leave the house, or at least not while I was awake. I was hoping against hope that this business situation she spoke of was actually legal and would really help out , I had thoughts in the back of my mind that this crazy hag wanted me to be a d**g runner or some other bullshit I didn't want anything to do with. The whole thing was starting to freak me out to be honest. I couldn't do anything about it right then, so I just cleared it from my mind and went back to enjoying the drive. I got home around five and went in and ate dinner with my wife and sat ...