Waiting For Her

(via couple-greece)

Acho que ela está te pedindo alguma coisa, hein?!

(via bi-sexualised, bi-sexualised, hozny)

Isso seria ainda mais interessante se fosse com a T... você sabe o nome hehe...

This is one of the best things I've ever experienced in my life.

This would be cool

Fuck Mandy, how do you leave us hanging like that?

This a true, real-life experience. This is not a fantasy. It's 100% reality.

PART 1:

So there I was at Shane’s house with Shane and two other guys from my husband sport’s team. We had just gotten back to the house after a night of dancing, drinking, and a whole lot of fun – and flirting. We always flirted when we hung out, even when my husband David was around.

Earlier in the evening, David and his friends had a game – and as had become the norm, we went out afterwards to a local bar/club. But that was really the only thing that would be usual about this night.

By the time we got to the bar after the game, my husband started complaining that he wasn’t feeling good. He hadn’t even had a drink yet, so I knew it was serious.

I was disappointed, but offered to drive him home, get him some medicine and get him to bed. He wanted to wait and see how he felt, but after about 15 minutes, he looked really bad and said he was sorry, but he needed to leave.

He must have seen the disappointment on my face. This was supposed to be our night out.

As I got ready to say goodbye to the guys, David spoke up and asked if any of the guys would be willing to drive me home as he didn’t want to ruin the night. None of them guys could get their beers away from their mouths fast enough to let him know that it wouldn’t be a problem.

I was excited to party the night away – and flattered by their exuberant response. I walked David to the door and kissed him goodnight.

The guys and I had a great time at the club that night. The drinks were flowing and the flirting was by far at an all-time high. On the dance floor, there was a lot of grinding and groping. It was the most fun I had in a long time.

We ended up leaving the bar at closing time. Shane had driven to bar and had given rides to two other guys from the team named Dan and Greg. All of us had a shitload to drink so we agreed to stop at Shane’s house to “sober up” since he lived really close to the bar. It sounded like a good idea to me, plus we were all still having a lot of fun.

We got to his place a little bit after 2am and went inside. I immediately went to the bathroom to straighten up a little, plus I really needed to pee since I had so much to drink. Overall I was feeling pretty good and fairly alert considering how late it was and how much we drank.

When I came out of the bathroom, the guys were sitting around the living room, fresh beers in hands. Shane offered me one, but I said I was probably done for the night.

“Ah but the night’s young Mandy,” said Greg with a huge grin that drew laughs from the other two.

We chatted about the night for a while, in particular making fun of one of the dicks that we always see at the bar.

I got up and went to the kitchen to grab a bottled water from the fridge. The guys followed and snatched some more beers. They were drinking like crazy, but I knew they did it all the time and could handle it. I was still feeling pretty good, enjoying a pretty nice buzz. We were all laughing and having a great time as it approached 3am in the morning.

I was surprised that none of the guys planted themselves on the living room sofa in front of the tv. That was the usual habit to unwind after a night at the club. But like I said, there was nothing usual about this night.

Instead we were huddled up in the kitchen, standing in a circle. Shane was staring straight ahead at me as I leaned against the sink when he said “fuck Mandy!”

I was confused and replied with a simple “what?”

“You're so fucking hot,” inciting the other guys to nod and mutter in agreement. I was so flustered and could feel that I was blushing.

I had no idea how to respond. I mean, we had all flirted before, but this was a little different. They were soooo serious, and intent on making sure I understood what they meant. I responded with a little giggle and jokingly said “thanks guys, but you've been drinking a lot tonight.”

Let me know if you want to hear the rest of the story.

Mmmeeu Deus, será que eu conseguiria concordar com ela assim na rua? Vontade dá, mas tem coisas que são mais difíceis que outras.

Sim. Eu iria gostar porque nas vezes em que ela fez isso foi ótimo.

She can tell this to guys if I don't want them to know that we are in business. But rest assured: she always tells me.

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