With my wife our paths crossed while we were young and beautiful. We liked each other straight away and a few months after we met we were married.I was as proud as a peacock to wander the streets of the city with this woman on my arm.She was quite tall blonde with nice big round breasts. I have always been attracted from a young age by the breasts of women and with mine I was rather spoiled! besides she adored that I play with her chest, I managed to trigger her orgasms nothing when grinding her nipples. His pubic hair was red, I found it very sexy but I often cut him like a subway ticket or in a small triangle. It was part of our sex games and she really appreciated that I shave her pussy. One day when we were together to eat with friends, the alcohol making the conversation inevitably came on the sex. The women began to talk to us about theirs and suddenly I heard my wife declaring to whoever wanted to hear it "hey, my husband shaved him off last night!" "There was a great silence in the assembly, I was red with shame. Then suddenly the guests began to say that they would like to see it! Neither one nor two, my wife, no doubt tipsy, climbs on the table, pulls up her skirt and lowers her white lace panties, thus revealing her hairless pubis to the assembly. I did not know where to put myself, the men but also the women did not lose a crumb of the spectacle. They were all in awe of admiration and in my opinion, the next day many of the women who attended this party found themselves having their pubic hair shaved. She told me that before knowing me she went to balls a lot and that while dancing she liked that the boys put their hands under her sweater and fiddled with her breasts. At the time I hadn't really paid attention to what he said. But later his words came to mind.We both worked, she at the hospital as a nursing assistant in a geriatric ward and I as a boilermaker in a large company in the region. We were often in teams and it was not easy to reconcile our work schedules. So much so that when I was at home she was at work and vice versa. As soon as we could meet we made love but sometimes we were too tired for that and I hardly fell asleep in bed, I must say that sometimes I did not come home too fresh from work.Finally for us life was flowing like a long quiet river I thought.One Saturday evening a colleague of my wife was celebrating her retirement. She had therefore for this occasion invited all the service to her home to water the event. The weather was fine, we were all gathered in his garden for a drink and a barbecue. After a while, a little stupefied by the hubbub of the conversations which were going well the music a little loud and probably a little stunned by the alcohol I put myself a little aside by going to sit on a tree stump. I was quietly thinking while smoking a cigarette when a guy I had never met before joined me. "So are you Joceline's husband?" »« Yes why »« Well I am going to tell you me, this is not a girl for you! "" Why are you telling me that I don't know you "" Well, I know Joceline, I work with her and then you saw yourself you're lousy you don't deserve her. A woman like that deserves much better than you, I tell you ”I couldn't believe my ears, what was this guy telling me, why was he picking on me, what message was he trying to get me? It all started to spin in my head, I didn't know how to react. He walked away and I completely stunned by his words went to join the group where my wife was and have a beer. They talked to me but I was elsewhere, I tried to understand.Towards the end of the evening, the guy came up to me again and said "So you don't get over what I said to you!" Go bust me the face! »But I had never fought, for me everyone he was beautiful everyone he was nice. I was naive at the time, it was probably the first time that I was attacked in this way and what is more about my wife. But I was there like a jerk, I didn't know how to react."Finally you're just a sissy" he added to conclude. Then he added "you come Monday morning at 10:30 am to the café (whose name I don't remember) rue Saint Jacques opposite the Hospital. I'll have something to show you. And you had better come Lopette! "At the end of the evening on our way home, without going into details, I was talking to my wife about this gu ...

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