jimbo2004's blog post - Saturday Became Sunday

I'm really tired and I've been watching the playoff on Sky Sports drinking the old Carlsberg Export to smooth off the edges a touch. Andrea stayed out Saturday and phoned me at 10am on Sunday morning to tell me she was ok. In fact, she was more than ok because whilst she explained that she was <pant pant> thirty miles away <groan grunt> having ended up at a party (ooohhh) that Greg had <more pant pant> taken her to, she was getting fucked as she spoke!
"Is that Greg now?" I asked intrigued.
"<groan> no, I'm with two of his friends now..."
She was phoning her husband to explain that she was safe and well WHILST getting spit-roasted by two geezers. I was a bit speechless and just kind of mumbled,
"erm, ok then, see ya later..." and hung up.
Unbelievable.
She landed home again sometime around teatime Sunday and took a bath for a while before telling me all about her extended night out. Greg had fucked her but had to go home to his girlfriend in the early hours. Andrea was really drunk and still slouching round the bedroom considering another beer to chase the salty taste of Greg from her throat when she was joined by Gregs pal Stefan. Whilst they were 'at it' another aquaintance who she never got introduced to as such joined in and so it went until she woke me on Sunday morning with her panting and groaning! Andrea tells me that she's gonna have to slow down a touch on the fucking around because she fears she's becoming obsessed with cock! Are there any psycologists in the house who can analyze that for us? Some new pics to post so I'm offski.