Not exactly the day I’d planned for… still sitting in a shitty motel near the FBO, weathered in until maybe Wednesday.I texted my wife KK to update her, got back a curt response, “Busy fuking” - it wasn’t even autocorrected, because whatever magic is in that has her misspelled shit figured out.
So while she’s home getting her brains fucked out by the boys (three of her boyfriends are live-in with us), I’m going to write, for cathartic purposes, anxiety reduction, while stroking to my favorite photos of KK. I’ve got this one special photo in the slideshow that repeats - a treasure, a shot of KK when she was just nineteen - a gift to me a few years ago. I’ve probably jerked and cummed looking at that photo dozens, if not hundreds of times…
My plan, edging, fantasizing, remembering my sexy hot wife and all her naughty antics. Nothing gets me harder. That’s one of many reasons I scanned these photos in from the old albums, into my private digital archive - moments like these.
I’m going to edge until I’m exhausted, and can’t take another touch, not another stroke, pausing on that one special picture, until I blast a load of cum. I hope to cum so hard I splash my own face…
Just looking at the photo will probably be enough - it’ll send me over the edge, just imagining all that’s behind it, my then nineteen year-old “reclaimed” fiancé, naked, shaved, then photographed by her best client - I found out years later that even after we resumed our engagement, KK was still turning tricks for certain ’special’ clients.
This particular guy, an older, married, wealthy man, Lee was her favorite, or she was his favorite - I’ve never really been able to figure it out. He was particularly kinky - he had KK pee on him, pretend/role-play to be his wife, and his daughter, even down to wearing some of their clothing - apparently one of his favorite bookings was KK wearing his daughter’s cheer outfit.
Years after the fact, I found out KK kept seeing the guy for four months and change, even after we got back together. She told me it was for the sex, the ego/rush, and his attention, lavish gifts, deep conversation, all stuff I lacked at the time.
Now when I see these pictures, especially this one, with the knowledge of the circumstances, it is a blend of erotic, lust-filled emotion and “anger jerking” - I imagine all the perverted shit KK did with this guy, and I lose it.
In the dark time during which my engagement to KK was broken, she was having the time of her life. Now that I know about many of her escapades in that time, I’m good with it - but I wouldn’t have been able to handle it at the time.
When I think about her experiences, nude modeling, cart girl, lingerie show model, a stab at stripping, and the amateur porn audition, I get throbbing hard. Just thinking about her naked nineteen year-old body is enough to make me spurt cum…
