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Her face glows, her smile a mile wide, and those emerald green eyes mesmerizing, and all this framed by her long wavy auburn hair is breathtaking beautiful. She has these perfectly shaped 36-DD breasts, a 26" waist, and 36" hips with a curvy ass that all the other girls longed to have.When she walks, every eye turns, and I mean every eye, not just the male eyes. I bring new meaning to the concept of "Open Marriage" and I take whoring around to a whole new level.

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I was dressed in slacks, a dress shirt, and a dinner jacket without a tie. She wore a simple, little black dress that accentuated her long lean legs, her bountiful breasts, and her curvy hips and ass. I've had sex with many people, like a dozen or so of the football team, most of the basketball team, and some of the baseball team." She paused and looked at me. I didn't know if they were true, or how many sex partners she'd had. I'm with you almost every night, and I really like that. You know that the cheerleaders often travel to away games with the team.

More than once I heard someone whistle at her as we entered the restaurant. Heather continued: "I've also had sex with every member of the cheer-leading squad; all the guys and all the girls. Sometimes we spend the night in a hotel, and they put two girls in each room." "You were away last Saturday on a road trip." I interrupted. "What I hear is that while you are with me, you won't have sex with other men, but it appears you want it to be okay to have sex with another girl?

As I had planned, after dinner the waiter brought flutes of champagne, which caught Heather by surprise. She gave me a questioning eye as we began to sip the champagne. "We're having a special dinner together." I responded, acting cool, knowing the big moment was close at hand. She tilted her head to the side and continued to just look at me. "You know you don't have to get me drunk to have sex with me. Again she gave me a questioning eye as she slowly tilted her glass and allowed the ring to slide to her lips. Heather Wilson will you honor me by becoming my wife? Her hand was trembling as she placed her hands on the table, still holding the ring. We sat in silence for the longest few seconds of my life. "Before I say 'Yes', I need to tell you some things about me. Many people would say I am a slut, and I guess they would be right." I was truly startled. Before then I knew we both were seeing others, but when you asked me to be your girl, I stopped having sex with other men." "With other men? I promise to be totally faithful from this day forward and to never have sex with another man." Again she paused and took a deep breath. I will be your wife." I stood up and leaned over the table and gave my new fiancé a big kiss and a hug.

With our champagne about half finished, Heather set down her flute and looked at me. I'm already planning on spending the night in your bed." Heather was straightforward if nothing else. Holding the ring between her lips, she set her flute down. What I say may change your mind and you may want to withdraw the proposal. Before I could protest she raised her hand to stop me, and she continued. This is very important as one way or another we will both have to live with what I tell you." I leaned back and sat against the back of my chair. I was all ears, but I was certain there was nothing she could say that would change my mind. But somehow, knowing how many others found her so sexually desirable, just made me more resolved to have her for myself. "But I would like to be able to occasionally play with one of my girl friends. I took the ring from her hand and slipped it onto her finger.

I had earlier coordinated things with the restaurant staff. We had great food, great wine, and great conversation. I've had sex with most of the girls basketball team, the girls volleyball team, and some of the girls on the track team. I have problems passing all my classes, especially with all my cheer-leading activities. " my voice trailed off as I became embarrassed to ask. "Yes, Alexa and I shared a room, and a bed." Heather replied with a sly smile and a devious twinkle in her eye. I knew that if I was sharing a room with her, I would be in her bed. " I wanted to clarify her position on this subject.

After dinner they would bring us glasses of champagne, and in her glass would be my ring for her. We talked about how the school year was going, our sport activities, our classes as we pushed towards graduation, and about some of the many friends we had. She froze as she caught some movement inside the flute. ' Heather took a second deep breath, opened her eyes and slowly began to speak. That begins with being fully honest with you." Heather spoke slowly and deliberately. To pass some of my classes, I've had sex of some sort with several of my professors, male and female. "I haven't slept with any other man since just after Thanksgiving, when we became steady dates. "I really have fun with her." It was my turn to pause and think. "And you want that to continue after we get married, assuming you say 'Yes'? I do love you so much, and we are really good together in many ways.

After all, I am a horny male, and like most other males, we love to see or hear about erotic girl-girl sexual encounters. I then whispered into her ear: "Tonight you are a slut, My Slut.

I want to take you home and fuck your brains out while you tell me all about what you and Alexa did last Saturday night in that hotel room.

We have discussed this quite a bit over our time together. Fortunately I was also a good student and I did complete my degree in finance.

Yes, I was able to play my senior year on a repaired knee, but pro ball was no longer in the cards.

I'm a big, strong man, taught by professional trainers to have great stamina, but when Heather and I got it on, she always wore me out. One Saturday night I took Heather out for a dinner date to one of the classiest restaurants in the city.

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