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   Married Whore By trukin_fool   
      
      
      
        How much do you love your wife or girlfriend? Enough to trust her   
   in my car drunk and horny?   
      
        I know, I know. Your wife or girlfriend would never fuck around on   
   YOU!   
      
        No matter how drunk she was?   
      
        Wrong! I repeat, wrong!   
      
        I've had more pussy from drunk wives and girlfriends than most   
   college kids get in four years at state.   
      
        The secret is to sweet talk them and make them know they are worth   
   something to someone.   
      
        You can call me whatever you want, but at least I'm getting laid,   
   and sometimes with fertile pussy that's spoken for.   
      
        NO. I am not a rapist or a freak. I just know when and where to   
   get prime, USDA, committed pussy.   
      
        Most of the time it is married women who give it up, but other   
   times it is girlfriends who think they are unwanted.   
      
        I know what you are thinking. This guy gets women when they are   
   vulnerable. Yes, you are right. But they want to fuck me.   
      
        Is that so sad? Is that being a bad person?   
      
        I think not.   
      
        It is no different than buying a joint or two, or buying a case of   
   beer to get the woman feeling no pain and then fucking her.   
      
        I have more class than that. I seduce drunk women or women who   
   have self esteem problems. I make them feel good about themselves, and   
   their bodies and personalities.   
      
        I can remember one perfect woman I bred. She was very married. Her   
   husband fucked around on her and she found out. When she confronted   
   him, he turned it all around and so much as said, it was HER fault. In   
   other words if she were a better wife, cook, mother, and lover, he   
   would not have strayed.   
      
        What an asshole.   
      
        I'll call her Wendy for the sake of anonimity. She sat at a bar   
   close by my home and was feeling very down and depressed. She had had   
   enough to drink and just sat in a booth staring into space, fiddling   
   with her wedding ring, when I noticed her. A lot of other guys were   
   watching her also, trying to come up with the right approach to seduce   
   her.   
      
        It only took a minute or two for me to make my move. I walked over   
   to her and asked if she had seen a wallet lying around when she   
   arrived. Notice, I use the non chalaunt guise so as not to frighten her   
   away.   
      
        She replied that she had not noticed one, and then she started to   
   bend and search the floor for it. As she did so I got a very good look   
   at her large boobs and narrow waist. I also noticed the huge diamond in   
   her wedding ring. Either she was well to do or her husband was.   
      
        As she sat up, she looked towards me and said, "I don't see a   
   wallet anywhere. Are you sure you left it here?"   
      
        "This is the last place I remember having it," I replied. "I was   
   showing off some new pictures of my kids." Her eyes lit up as I said   
   "kids." "You see, my wife fooled around on me, and now wants a divorce.   
   Those might be the only pictures I'll get of my kids." I told her.   
      
        "Your wife........er..how many do you have? She inquired.   
      
        "What do you mean?" I replied, "How many wives or how many kids do   
   I have?"   
      
        She chuckled and said, "Kids. I know you can have only one wife."   
      
        "Well," I replied, "I could have a lot of wives, but only one at a   
   time, legally. As far as kids, I have two. Johnny is 6 and Susie is 4.   
   How about you? Any kids a or are you waiting until you're older and   
   your modeling career is over?" (Flattery never hurts)   
      
        "Modeling?" She asked. "I'm not a model and I have two kids, 8 and   
   6."   
      
        "I'm sorry." I lied, "I just figured a woman with the looks you   
   have must be a model, or at least in the fashion business. You look way   
   too young to have kids that old. You must work out a lot, judging from   
   your firm muscle tone."   
      
        By now she was blushing and smiling ear to ear. "I'm married and I   
   am not anything close to being a model." She said.   
      
        "Oh," I answered, "I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to   
   be so bold."   
      
        I then reached into my pocket and retrieved a scrap of paper and a   
   pen. I bent over the table and jotted down my cell phone number.   
   Handing it to her I said, "If you happen to locate my wallet, please   
   call me. I'm not worried about the money, it's just those pictures that   
   are important. Appealing to her maternal instinct.   
      
        When I first started writing, she looked trapped and then finding   
   out I was only after my wallet made it sound non-commital.   
      
        "I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I thank you for trying to help."   
   I said, and walked back to the bar.   
      
        All the guys had their eyes on me and wondered what had transpired   
   at the table. As I easily sipped my drink, I glanced over to the table   
   noticing Wendy was searching again for my wallet. I was making   
   progress.   
      
        Soon I had to use the mens room, which took me past her table   
   again. I smiled a warm smile and without speaking, I strolled past her   
   table and into the men's room. After a couple of minutes I returned,   
   only to notice Wendy again looking on the floor for something.   
      
        "Have you lost something?" I asked, startling her. "If I can help,   
   please allow me......"   
      
        "No.....no...." She stammered, "I was just trying to find your   
   wallet."   
      
        I noticed her drink was just about empty and said, "You are so   
   kind. It's probably long gone by now, and I'll never see those pictures   
   again. May I please buy you a drink for being so helpful?"   
      
        "No, no....That's OK...." She said hesitantly.   
      
        "Please? I Insist. I'll have the bartender deliver it for you." I   
   spoke and walked away abruptly.   
      
        I got to the bar and ordered the drink, handing the bartender a   
   note and asking him to deliver both to the lady at the booth.   
      
        Soon he was at her table and I looked as the bartender pointed me   
   out, and handed her the note.   
   I watched her face as she mimed the words on the note. "In honor of the   
   beautiful woman who has brightened my faith in human behavior." She   
   looked to me and smiled. I smiled back and then turned away to sip my   
   own drink, leaving her to ponder the events.   
      
        As I finished my drink, I got up and started for the door. I   
   glanced over to the table and saw Wendy had a frightened look on her   
   face. I turned and walked to her table again.   
      
        "Please," I said, "Don't forget to call me if it shows up or if   
   you hear anything about it."   
      
        Knowing Wendy was about to let this gentleman leave, she started   
   to fidget and finally spoke, "Can I return the drink?"   
      
        "I don't know," I said apprehensively. "I wouldn't want your   
   husband mad at me."   
      
        "Oh...well.... don't worry. He doesn't know I'm here, and besides   
   he's out of town for a couple of days." Wendy said. She now blushed   
   again very deeply after volunteering all this information.   
      
        "I'll order them and have the bartender deliver them. By the way   
   my name is Alex, and you are...........?" I said pointedly.   
      
      
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