Various incidents that I often think about when I Jack
These are a few what-might-have-been's that still fuel my masturbatory fantasies.
My first wife (Jen) and I had been married for about six months. I was 20 years old, 6-foot tall, 140 lbs and naive as hell. My wife was also 20, short, blonde, curvy, pretty, weighed about as much as I did, and had already been divorced once.
One evening we went out with Jens best friend, Wanda, and her husband, Don. Wanda was about 5 inches taller than Jen, also blonde, and had a slimmer build and beautiful face. Don was a moustached, ex-Marine and built like a rock. Both girls were lively, brassy, and fun to be around.
This night, Jen was wearing a white satin one-piece pantsuit that molded to her body like it was painted on. Wanda had on a low-cut top and a mini-skirt. When Jen moved around, all eyes followed her, except mine, because I kept getting peeks up Wanda's skirt, or down her blouse, with predictable results! After a great night out, we went back to our apartment for drinks and stuff.
About an hour later, when Jen made a trip to the kitchen for more drinks, Don approached me and asked if we wanted to play Bob and Ted and Carol and Alice (a popular movie of the time about two couples trying a foursome.) I told him I'd ask Jen, but we were all disappointed when she said no.
I still jerk off thinking about what might have happened that night if she had said yes. I would eventually have lots of experiences with Wanda, some of which I have previously shared on this site.