It’s always fun when Steve has the guys over to watch sports. I’m a good little hostess, and I enjoy the attention of a room full of drunk men. Of course, I make sure that I wear as little as I can. Just for fun. I love serving the guys their beers and snacks. Although Steve has been the only man I’ve ever slept with, I’m not naive. I am just a good little hostess.
My husband Steve and I met when I was only 12. He was 29 and a family friend. By the time I was 16, I knew that I wanted him for life. I made every attempt to be near him, and let him know that I would do anything to be with him. He resisted at first, but when you have a young girl who worships you, you become curious. I seduced him, and on my 17th Birthday he caved in. Despite our age difference, we soon fell in love. Of course, this caused great concern with my family.
But I was resolved to do whatever it took to marry this man, and after I graduated High School he asked me to be his bride.
We married and moved South to NC. He worked hard and gave me everything I ever wanted. I in turn was the dutiful wife, cooking and cleaning and doing whatever he asked of me in bed.
Soon he began to bring home his friends to meet me. He loved his sports, and whenever there was a big game, his friends would come over to watch it here. I always cooked up a big feast for them, and made sure the fridge was stocked with plenty of beer. Basically, I served them and picked up after them through out the event.
I was entering my early 20’s and I was very happy with my life with Steve. Nothing unusual happened until this November.
I came out of the bedroom to find Steve sitting on the couch and his best friend Frank sitting in the recliner. There was an early game on and I didn’t know Frank was coming over. I was wearing a pair of shorts that barely covered my ass. Actually, they didn’t cover it. But when I saw Frank there I dutifully began serving him and my husband while they watched the game.
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