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Click hereOn Joanie's left shoulder sat the complementary imaginary pixie, the red-headed Margo. She always tempted Joanie to go opposite of Samantha's pleas. Margo whispered, "Oh baby, if Fred can screw you like that on a lounge chair in a half hour imagine what he will do to you in a bedroom with more time. You gotta get us some more of that!"
Joanie mentally pulled out a roll of gray tape, resolutely tore off a strip, and taped over Samantha's carping mouth. Then Joanie dropped the struggling but now silent Samantha into the root cellar of Joanie's mind. Margo smiled exultantly.
Now Joanie just had to finish convincing her husband to accept her plan - which was for his own good, he must admit. She would not examine her own ulterior motives any further at this point.
Karen had surmised Joanie's dilemma of wanting to altruistically help her husband but also having her own more basic biological motive in the drama. Well, what are sisters for!
Karen chimed in, "Look Harry, it is like the Feds taking social security tax from all of us. Nobody likes it, but you really have no choice. However, the payment is automatically deducted from your paycheck, and you soon forget about it. You don't even notice the tax after a while. Then down the road, because you paid the tax and ignored the irritation of paying it, you get to reap the rewards."
She went on in a serious tone, "This situation your wife is proposing is exactly the same. I am a very experienced financial advisor, and my professional advice is go for the gold and ignore the minor bumps along the way. Leave your career prospects in your wife's very capable hands."
She reached over and patted Harry's hand affectionately, "Come on Harry, it is only an hour or so a week. That is only six tenths of a percent of your wife's time per week. The rest of the time she is all yours. Go ahead and let her invest a little time and effort into your career. Don't sweat what you can't control, and you will soon forget what is going on!"
Harry contemplated the two beautiful and maddening sisters for several minutes. Finally he sighed and lifted his glass with a wry smile as he exclaimed with a tinge of irony, "To my promotion and to my wife's vigorous support thereof."
The ladies both raised their glasses with smiles and cheerfully drank to Harry's toast.
- COMMENTS
Excoachabout 2 months agoDifferent to say the least. Fred would start his car and “puff”. Only pieces would be scattered around
theVikingSailorabout 2 months agoYour story is well-written and is creative. However, I would like you to get me Fred's contact information. I want to find and beat the hell out of him.
Anonymous6 months agoCo za idiotyzm. Dobrze ze przestałem po 1 stronie. Ale pisz dalej dla idiotów którym to się podoba.
Anonymous9 months ago“Just physical exercise like going to the gym. It didn't really hurt anything”. And of course that applies to when Harry is screwing woman he can. Good the the goose, just as good for the gander.
Anonymous9 months agoAnother rotten story. What’s wrong with people calling it good? Harry should fuck Fred’s wife and Karen. Plus any other woman he wants to fuck. His wife doesn’t like it? Tough. And he should just go ahead and treat his wife as his whore since she is a real whore and pimp her out. Be sure to video tape all the trysts and get them posted on the net. As tom Fred the boss… he met with a very unfortunate accident that left him loosing his balls and having his cock shortened. Oh well…
Anonymous9 months agoGood story.
You presented the ethical and moral dilemmas quite well for the two sisters and the husband, setting the stage for the situational ethics issue at the very start by denoting their "costumes" to be those of a pimp and two whores. The twins' choices to be whores--(one for the night and one for the long and unforeseeable future, as her fucking of the boss was a financial transaction for HIS promotion and monetary gain which would become HER'S both immediately and over time) played to both the common female fantasy of being so irresistibly attractive that men would pay to fuck them--and to their greed (esp. the wife's) while allowing them to paper over their behavior as titularly being actually GOOD for the husband's welfare. His choice to continue as a cuckold and to pimp his wife's cunt to his boss in return for immediate and continuing financial gain also spoke volumes regarding his "damned if you do, damned if you don't" dilemma. Whatever he chose to do he would lose; he'd already lost the illusion of his wife's fidelity and his confidence that she wouldn't fuck the boss regardless--and his trust that this act wouldn't presage her cheating with others in the future. Of course he could pretend to accept the situation then plan to burn them both by documenting their rendezvous and filing lawsuits against the boss and the company--which they would both deserve. She'd already fucked the boss so the damage was done to the marriage; that knowledge could only eat away at the foundation of the marriage because she'd fucked two guys that night without any real warning to her husband.
I expect this story should draw comments (and possible alternate renditions) for quite a while. What more can an author wish for?
Well done. Keep writing.
MLJ
Anonymous9 months agoWell you did it again. Please read to the end. You could have had a great story and you failed. If you would have written a few more Paragraphs you could have had the wife bang the old codger once or twice and then her sister could have taken her place and the single sister got married to the old fucker. But you have the Cunt wife fucking so old guy for the rest of her life and the husband having his Soul crushed because he is a real cuck punk ass worthless Shyte. Why?
