My Wife Kelly is a Peach!

Do tell me something, my friend—and please be kind and honest—doesn’t my wife look hot and sexy to you? Go ahead and have a look at her figure,  no need to be bashful. Isn’t my wife a sexy-looking peach? She’s got the full package, as you can see: tits and ass, and a gorgeous body to go with them. Kelly knows how to look after herself. We have been married for twelve years, and she still turns people’s heads. Allow me to share this secret with you: it’s only recently that she agreed to become a hotwife and began cucking me.

Don’t pay attention to the tattoos on her arms—you see she’s got more across her figure. The ones I’d like you to pay close attention to are the Queen of Spades tattoos, one on her butt and the other–a much smaller one–adorns her ankle. She acquired those this spring as a thirtieth birthday gift. Kelly loves showing her sexy body. She loves taking strolls along the beach, catching sidelong glances. Her booty, if you look at it from this angle, resembles two giant pineapples. My description sounds a bit crass, forgive me for that, but I wouldn’t be saying it if I didn’t mean it. She knows it, too; you can ask her.

Please, don’t look perplexed that I’m revealing all of this to you. I know I ought not to be divulging such info as it’s none of your business, but do grant me patience. This is stuff I’ve been wanting to get off my chest. There’s nobody around who I can share it with, regardless that you and I just met minutes ago; I hope you don’t take offence. Maybe it’s the liquor I've consumed already that’s got me being this flippant. If such is the case, then it’s a good thing that you and I are here alone at the bar with nobody else around. Kelly won’t mind. Matter of fact, draw closer, please, let me invite you in on a little secret, it was she that got me to approach you in the first place.

I’d love it if you’d do me the honour of coming upstairs with me to my hotel suite to fuck my Kelly.

Hold on, wait a minute, let me drain this glass of mine. Ahh, yeah! That fucking hit the spot.

Here’s the thing, mister. I’m gonna man up and lay my heart out to you here and now. What I’m about to share might come as a surprise, but I swear it’s the God’s honest truth.

I’d love it if you’d do me the honour of coming upstairs with me to my hotel suite to fuck my Kelly.

I’m I’m so sorry if that made you spill your drink, I didn’t mean for my words to sound so shocking. But like I said, it’s the truth. Here, I’m going to come clean and tell you more. 

Kelly and I reside in a small town located in the Florida Keys. It’s a real conservative dead zone–about the last place on earth you’d expect to find any type of fun. We often undertake this trip to Las Vegas every summer to get away briefly from the bitchy doldrum of home. Here we can fool around however we want without anybody back home knowing what we’re about.

Kelly’s got a quiet disposition about herself, but don’t let her outlook fool you—deep down, she’s as horny a lioness in heat. Once she gets in the mood for sex, there’s no stopping her or changing her mind until she finishes. I can barely keep up with her in she’s in the mood to fuck. I’ve got high blood pressure and I tire easily. I sure as fuck can’t be doing the stuff that young-looking fellows like yourself can do in bed. 

At least I figure you’re up for a challenge. You look sturdy enough; I can see why you caught Kelly’s eye in the first place. And you’re black, which is a great bonus. Kelly adores black guys. It’s always a pleasure for me to see her getting fucked by one; I’m being honest about that. 

You don’t have to take my word for it—I’ve got everything set up already. You’ll just sit here and wait while I walk over and let her know that I’ve found someone worthy of her. Don’t worry, it won’t be a hassle at all. Like I said, she’s seen us talking and knows we’re discussing her. I’ll give you our room number and then signal you while I lead her upstairs. You’ll just give us a couple of minutes before coming up to meet us in our room.

I’d love for you to fuck her like she’s a dirty whore, like a whore you’d pick off the street and fuck until she offers you change.

How does that sound to you?

Alright, let me just drain this glass and then I’ll be off. This is sure as fuck gonna be exciting, I can tell. Trust me, you’re gonna fucking enjoy her. You don’t need to bother about condoms—I’ve got that covered already. All I’d love is for you to give my wife the best damn fucking you would give any hotwife. I’d love for you to fuck her like she’s a dirty whore, like a whore you’d pick off the street and fuck until she offers you change. Be as nasty as you can with Kelly. You can smack her butt as loud as you want, mess up her hair, bite on her tits–she goes crazy for that–but make sure she gets to feel your cock deep in her cunt. 

One more thing: if after you’re done fucking her, maybe you can spread your cum all over her tits. 

Kelly digs that.