Damn, you finally are reading my note to you. You don't know me. I'm a gal that knows your wife. I have got to tell you what is going on. This whole saga was created by people, with good intentions, who were trying to help. But, they took comments made to them to mean something other then the speaker intended. Look, before you get into this make sure that no one can read this over your shoulder. Better yet, wait until you are alone. You have to promise that you won't go off half cocked. And for God's sake don't blame your Mrs.
Your wife is being gangbanged by several guys two or three times each month. Do you remember playing poker at the club three months ago. I'm sure you do. Everybody had been drinking. Well, if you recall, there were two strangers that sat in on the game. One of them was my husband.
As I heard the story, a friend of yours by the name of Danny got up to leave at eleven PM. He said, "Gentlemen, I have to go, Saturday night is pussy night at the old abode. My woman gives me an hour of action."
After he left, under your breath you said, "There are no pussy nights at my house."
Several of the guys asked you why you weren't getting any. You told them. "Hey, we never tried to have sex until we were on our honeymoon. I've got nine thick inches, and she is a thin six inches. With half a bottle of champagne in me, and being full of piss and vinegar, I jammed all of my cock into her that first night. She was like a cat that someone sprayed turpentine on its ass. She screamed, and as I rolled off of her, she scampered into the bathroom. She locked the door, and slept in the tub. That was a year ago. Since then, she has let me put part of my cock in her four times. Monday, I leave for Denver to attend a month long computer programmer school. I wish that there was some magic that would stretch her pussy so that we could have normal sex when I return."
I think now that your comments were just drunken talk. Well, my friend, the other guys at the table felt really sorry for you. If you recall, they were all older guy who at thirty-five had been married for ten years or so.
Steve Selin told them that he had the same problem when he got married. He asked a doctor what he should do. The doctor took him into his office, and after closing the door said, "Steve, go to a party. Get your Mrs. drunk, and then have sex with her. Put it all in her. Do that a few times, and she will stretch to accommodate you just fine."
Just in case someone pops in on you, I am going to refer to your wife as Lisa.
Bob Brown added his two cents. "Look, that poor guy is going to be gone for a month. If we could somehow get Lisa to a party, we could flirt with her. Maybe get her thinking sexy thoughts, so that he has a chance to do something with her, when he returns."
When my husband got home, he mentioned Lisa and your problem. I told him, "I know Lisa. She is in my bowling league. Tell you what, I could ask her if she wants to be a waitress at some of the private parties that I work. I've told you a thousand times how the men flirt with us, and ask us to come up to their rooms."
When Lisa heard about the parties, and that we would each make one hundred dollars for five hours work, she told me that she would love to do that, and thanked me for thinking of her.
We each wore waitress uniforms which were short, and showed a lot of cleavage. Lisa's hourglass figure, and her huge tits were a big hit, let me tell you.
During the second party, this very important politician came up to me. He asked if I and Lisa would be available to join two other girls as the entertainment for the guys at a big bachelor party. What I did not know was that my husband had told the politician that Lisa was in need of a lot of attention.
