My Adventures with Bob & Donna Married Bisexual Sluts: Part 1
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Bob and I have been best buds since high school. We graduated twenty-two years ago from St. Peter's and both us played on the football team. We both got married after high school, were best men at each other's weddings, and we drowned our sorrows in beer when we both got divorced.
Bob and his second wife, Donna, got married in the Bahamas about 8 years ago. It was a small wedding and I was glad to have been invited because it was a truly happy time. The shocker is that Donna is 14 years older than Bob, but they have been happily married since they tied the knot. They are always posting pictures on Facebook of their trips to the Caribbean, to Jamaica and Europe. I guess Donna must come from money, because Bob is an HR manager at the same mid-size company he joined after high school and I know, from what he told me in the past, that it doesn't pay the best but the benefits are amazing, including 8 weeks of vacation after 10 years.
So, Bob and I are sitting in his man cave in the garage watching a baseball game. Usually Donna is around, wearing her tight yoga pants and showing off her deep cleavage (man, the woman has incredible tits). But Bob told me she wasn't feeling well, so we won't be having her incredible guacamole and margaritas. Fair enough, but too bad. The last time I came over, we smoked a joint with her and she was flirting with me so hard, I went home and jerked off thinking about sucking on her massive jugs.