Phone Sex Sluts Like Me Have Many Dirty Tales to Share

phone sex slutsPhone sex sluts lead interesting lives. My husband and I went out of town for our anniversary, and it was supposed to be just us. Although I love my husband, he’s never been the only cock I planned on having for the rest of my life. I need something more and something younger. We went to this musical festival in Southern California, and the crowd appeared mixed with younger people and folks are age too.

Younger people camped at the venue. But I don’t camp. I require indoor plumbing, a good mattress, and air conditioning. My husband rented us a nice house on the beach only a few miles from the venue. So, we commuted every day. But on the very first day, this trashy milf caught the attention of a group of young boys who traveled from Vermont to go to this festival. At first, they thought I came to the festival with my father. Now I know my husband’s older than me. But I don’t think he looks old enough to be my dad. I just think they wanted to throw some subtle shade. But it didn’t bother me or my husband.

Those boys followed me around that first day so much that it became obvious that they wanted to fuck me. Since this was my anniversary weekend though, I wanted to give my husband all the attention. However, he likes to watch. So, he invited all five of these boys to spend the evenings with us instead of in a tent. The heat felt brutal. And once those boys learned that all they had to do in exchange was a fuck his wife they decided to not camp. Smart decision.

My Husband Loves to Watch Me with Younger Men

Although I feel tired and sore from the heat and being at an outdoor festival for eight hours on Friday, I still had enough energy to fuck these Vermont boys. And even though I am a paid whore who is no stranger to gang bangs, these boys fucked the shit out of me. And my husband watched each day. They fucked me after the festival. They fucked me before festival. And sometimes they even woke me up in the middle of the night to blow them. It seemed like the more pussy I gave them the more pussy they wanted.

They hung out with us at the festival too. Of course, my husband is very generous. He bought them T-shirts, food and booze all weekend. They understood the trade-off. And it seemed all worth it to them. It seemed worth it to me too. I got to enjoy my anniversary with my husband. And I got to listen to some good music. But most importantly, I got to be a gangbang whore to a bunch of hung, Vermont college boys. Best anniversary trip ever.

 

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