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(Page 2 of 2) They call me Julie by Jim Vaughn
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Chuck said he was once again forced to think to himself, if panties do this to him I wonder what hell he'd think of my fruit of the looms. Chuck had a big grin on his face when he told me this.
Chuck said he told the guy, I'm kind of hot now and I'm taking off my tube top. Seeing that his wife Diane hadn't worn one of these since Moses was growing the tree which he carved his walking stick from, Chuck said he was forced to use memory that barely existed.
Chuck told him, it's red and it's a little to small, I've had it since I was 14; this seemed to excite him, Chuck told me. So, I told him my breasts are so big now I'm unable to slip it off and I have to shimmy out of it. Chuck said he told him that he was totally naked now, standing in front of his window right next to his large four poster bed.
They guy said to Chuck, lay down on the bed. Chuck said he asked, "how can I do that and type what I want you to do to me". Chuck said the guy replied, "no pretend you're on the bed, and I have your hands tied to the bedposts with silk scarves".
Chuck told me, he was starting to warm up to this. Having a healthy imagination, Chuck asked him, "well what if my mom walks in on me. For some reason that excited him", Chuck said.
Chuck said he replied, "lock your bedroom door". Chuck said he waited a second, and responded "okay, it's locked, what do I do next". The guy replied, I'm straddled above you, my engorged manhood centered above your big breasts.
I looked down at Chuck's stained Nike T-shirt and said, he might not be far off base, maybe you should drink less beer.
"Oh baby look at the size of that thing", Chuck said he told the guy, ignoring my comment. The guy asked would you like to touch it. Chuck said he was forced to think people in Nevada can't be very smart, he just told me not four minutes ago he had my hands tied to the posts on the bed. Chuck said he played along saying, "yes baby I feel it swelling in my hand, the heat is incredible" . The guy said it needed cooled down.
Chuck told me all he could think at this point was, let your wife walk in and catch you like that and I'm sure it's going to be more than cooled down. But because, as Chuck explained, he was four beers into his nightly six-pack, he was game to play.
Chuck said he told the guy he could put ice cubes in his mouth, and lick his manhood to cool it down. (No small wonder here the guy thought it was a grand idea) By now, Chuck said he was pretty buzzed, his typing skills were seeming to fade rapidly. Then the guy went on to describe sexual positions that even the monks in India probably excluded from the kuma sutra for safety reasons.
Chuck said, I was laughing so hard that Diane came into the room asking what I was doing.
I stood there waiting to hear how Diane reacted to what was going on. I asked if Diane failed to see the humor in it.
Chuck said he was laughing so hard Diane came into the room and pushed him out of the way so she could read what he was laughing so hard about. Chuck said Diane read for a few seconds and turned and gave me a withering look and started typing.
"Hi do you know who this is." The reply was, "are you Julie's Mother?"
Diane turned and shot Chuck another scornful look,
"Well not quite", "I'm chucks wife Diane."
The guy asked, (as I would have at that moment).
"Who the hell is Chuck"? Diane replied, "Chuck is my husband, and if I didn't know better, I would say the person with whom you were simulating sex".
The screen went blank for a few seconds, Chuck said.
Diane asked, "Who is this".
The reply was more than she could bear, Chuck said.
Diane sat there watching the monitor, awaiting the response. After a few seconds the answer came back "Hi Mrs. Chuck, my name is Amber".
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