Living Proof (fm:cuckold, 5225 words) | |||
Author: Jay | |||
Added: Oct 20 2016 | Views / Reads: 5373 / 4414 [82%] | Story vote: 9.33 (15 votes) | |
My best friend doesn't pay any attention to his wife. I give her what she needs, and then some. | |||
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My name is Scott. Something I always dreamed of happened a few years ago, but not the way I wanted it.Six years ago, I moved to Bloomington to manage one of my company's factories. The pay was good, but I didn't know anyone there! That's why I joined a bowling league. I put my name on a list for teams that needed a fifth player to fill out their roster. Simon was the captain, but Jim Linz and I found out we were also into canoeing. I mentioned that I was putting some money aside to buy my own. Jim went one better. He was looking to build his own, and he suggested we should do it together. Perfect! Now, not only did I have something to do on Tuesday nights, but my Saturdays became more fun.
The first week, we visited a couple different lumber yards and home improvement shops to find the kind of wood we'd need. His wife had gone with her sister and two friends on a shopping trip to Chicago. The next weekend, while we were cutting the boards that we'd put together later, she brought us a six-pack of A&W's. I'm more of a Coke man, but I appreciate a good root beer too. Jim barely acknowledged her presence, but I thanked her and introduced myself. Her name was Lynn. It was the middle of October, so Lynn wore jeans and a plain sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was loose, but I thought she filled out the jeans nicely. It took us the next two Saturdays to cut all the wood. The first of those weeks, Lynn made us some grilled cheese sandwiches. Jim loves them, and I grew up eating them, so it was comforting. It was still cool, but she ...
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