I wrote this several years ago right after my wife's first encounter. It's long but it's true except I changed the name of course. I hope you enjoy 
I have been blessed with a beautiful and wonderful wife. We have been married for over 15 years and have three great children. Her name is Michelle. Her name alone conjures up an image of a very sensual and sexy woman. My wife is all of that and more.
Even when I’m with her, guys can’t help but take notice and stare. It makes me feel good that other men find her so attractive too. Michelle has these beautiful blue bedroom eyes and full luscious lips that I love kissing. Of course I know what other guys are thinking about when they see her lips and her big tits. At 43 years, I have long ago gotten over any jealous tendencies. As a matter of fact, it turns me on to see other guys flirt with my wife.
I have always been somewhat of a ..., which makes me a perfect match for my lovely wife; who has always been somewhat of an exhibitionist. This has led me to fantasize what it would be like to watch my wife with another man. Specifically, to watch her give him a blow-job.
Over the years, Michelle has developed her oral talents to become the best I have ever experienced. I should know because in my younger bachelor days, I’ve had more than my fair share of women, suck my cock. Including one who had false teeth!
So about two years ago, I began to fantasize about watching her perform her skills on another man. I would often masturbate with that vision in my mind and being on the road so much with my job, I’ve always had plenty of time at-hand, to do just that.
It wasn’t until this past year that I was bold enough to let my wife know about my fantasy. She accepted it for what it was and played along. Many times during our lovemaking we would both get into graphic, detailed descriptions of her sucking another cock. This actually would raise the intensity and level of our sexual pleasure.
On occasion, afterwards, my wife would ask if I would really want her to do that or if I really expected her to. I’d explain that it was just a fantasy and that I didn’t ever expect that we would or could go through with it for real. Michelle would appear relieved with that answer adding, she couldn’t see herself doing either and that I was all the man she would ever need.
I’d almost feel a little let down that she felt that way but I was content with us being able to openly share my fantasy. Besides, I didn’t really know how it what affect our relationship if we actually went through with it. Little did I know I was about to find out!
As I mentioned earlier, I spend two thirds of each month away from home with my job. Needless to say, it is a hardship on our family life. It is especially hard on Michelle. Her physical and emotional needs suffer with my absence. She gets very lonely and depressed. I miss her and the kids terribly but the demands of my job keep me occupied. Unfortunately, one of the mismatches in our marriage is that I’m not as physically and emotionally dependent. Not that its a bad thing, just I’ve been conditioned differently.
I do call my wife and children as often as I can. It helps, but it doesn’t fulfill their needs. It’s not meeting those needs and my obsession with my fantasy that surely pushed my wife into doing the unexpected.
It was about 10 AM on a Saturday morning when I called my wife. I knew she would probably be up with the kids by now. When she answered, I was somewhat surprised that I had woken her up.
“Hello sweetie, did I wake you?” I asked, already knowing that I did. “Ah – um – yeah,” her groggy voice replied.
When I asked how she was doing she replied, “Not to good. I’m sick, I drank too much last night,” her shaky voice reflected as much.
Michelle went on to explain how she hates drinking and knew she shouldn’t have had so much. She felt she had to though. Michelle told me she had gone to a bar with some friends. She was feeling depressed and although she new better, she just wanted to get ....
My wife then got into how unfair it is that I’m not there and how it’s all my fault, her being depressed and lonely. The more she got into it, the more upset she got on the phone with me. At this point I didn’t have a clue where she was going with this. I just figured she was venting her frustrations again with me, as she had many times before. As usual, I was freezing up, not knowing or having the right answers to help her feel better. The more she went on, the more upset she was and the more withdrawn I became.
At this point we had been on the phone for almost an hour. I began to notice nervousness in her voice.
“How do you do it?” she sobbed, “How can you go so long without?” I started to answer but she went on, “It’s not fair, I’m not like you! I need touch, I need to be loved!” she pleaded. It pained my heart that she was so unhappy on my account.
“Please honey, can you please not talk about me giving blow-jobs anymore!” She requested, a little more calmly. Much to my disappointment, I told her I promised I wouldn’t. “It’s your fault! I’m so lonely, I can’t go on like this!” she cried in anger.
Again I attempted to say something but couldn’t find the words. I should have known where this was going but I was clueless until she said, “I did it! Because that’s what you wanted!” and she started to cry again. At first I thought I heard wrong. The noticeable fear in her voice told me different.
Extremely upset now, and me frozen in disbelieve, she sobbed out, “What am I going to do! I did what you wanted but now I going to lose you!” I knew what she meant when she said, “What ‘I’ wanted,” I was shocked. Surprisingly, her confession didn’t spur the least bit of anger or hurt. Here my wife is trying to tell me that she actually went through with sucking some other guy’s cock and the only emotion that stirs in me is one of excitement.
Michelle was sure that I was going to get extremely angry and may even end up leaving her over this. She felt compelled to tell me because she knew she couldn’t deal with the guilt of hiding it. I tried to calm her in my most sincere voice, letting her know that we would be okay.
Over and over I told her that I still and always will love her. “It’s okay Michelle, I know you truly love me and I know you were thinking of my fantasy when you did it,” I could hear her starting to calm down a bit as I went on. “Don’t feel bad, it’s okay sweetheart.” I wanted so badly to hold her in my arms right then and look into her eyes so she would really know; things were going to be okay.
I could tell she didn’t think she could believe me and that this was just the calm before the storm. It wasn’t until I began telling her that I was actually excited about it and that I was getting hard knowing that she really did suck some guy off.
Finally, I could tell she was beginning to feel a little relieved but still guarded. “You mean you don’t hate me now?” I chuckled to break the tension, “Of course not. If anything I adore you even more!” I continued, “I mean if I hadn’t been brainwashing you with my fantasy, I know you never would have done it”. She was a lot calmer now and not sobbing anymore.
I wanted to ensure that she knew I was sincere and honest, “I love you honey, and I admire the courage it took for you to tell me about this”. I could hear her sigh as I went on, “It’s not like you were deceiving me or having an affair. It was just a blow-job. Something I’ve been wanting you to do!”
After a nervous chuckle she said, “Well I’m afraid the fantasy was better. He came too quick, I mean it was big but it went too fast”. I was really getting aroused now as she tried to talk about it. “He came a lot but it wasn’t sweet like yours is and he was so big he didn’t get real hard like you do”.
Fortunately, I was in my hotel room so I was a liberty to pull, my now throbbing cock out, and start stroking it. Pre-cum was already oozing steadily from the slit. I couldn’t believe how much calmer she was as she talked about it. I desperately wanted more details, to color in the images going through my mind.
“If it helps, I want you to know that’s all I did, I mean he wanted to do more but I didn’t even though I was really wet. I just went home and masturbated”. The more she talked the hotter I got. I probed for more details, “Where did you do this, in a car?” I caught her off guard and now she was a little reluctant to go on. “Um no, um I’d rather not say,” I desperately needed a clearer picture. “Were you kneeling between his legs or were you lying down?” I asked quizzically. “Laying down” she replied.
Now I could sense a little discomfort in her voice, as she became more hesitant about revealing anymore details. Though I didn’t want to, I knew that it was better if I eased off. The conversation went back to convincing each other that everything is okay and reassuring ourselves of our deep devotion and love.
Michelle now feared that this would give me free reign to have such an experience for myself, to even up the score so to speak. Emphatically, I told her I had no intention or desire to do so. I reminded her that our fantasies always revolved around her sucking some other guy’s big cock. Now the woman of my dreams has performed the fantasy of my dreams.
I was hoping that the conversation would turn back to hearing more details about her venture. The only thing she added was that she didn’t get home until four in the morning. I was so close to blowing my load and needed so badly for her to tell me more, but one of the kids was calling for her and she suddenly had to go. She told me that she would call back shortly. So we once again, said our “I love you’s” and she hung up, leaving me with my throbbing hard cock in my hand.
The reality and visions playing in my mind, was just too much for me to take. I quickly laid back and after only a couple strokes I blew my load. As spurt after spurt of thick, white sperm, shot high from my cock, I pictured this guy’s big dick, exploding between my wife’s lovely sucking lips. As I felt ropes of blazing, hot cum, splatter on my stomach and chest, I wondered what Michelle’s reaction was when his hot gooey load burst into her mouth.
I could picture this guy arching his back and groaning out in ecstasy, as my wife attempted to swallow down that volcanic like eruption and flow. I could vividly hear those sweet sucking, slurping sounds, and gratifying moans Michelle makes as she sucks down a creamy load. I knew this guy must have been intensely impressed with my wife’s cock-sucking techniques. I’ve shared the ultimate pleasure he was experiencing many times.
As my own sticky cum grew cold, I could see Michelle letting that heavy meat-pole fall from her cum-soaked lips as she stares passionately, into his glazed over eyes. His now flaccid, spit and cum drenched cock, probably was still twitching and jerking with the last throes of ecstasy, on his muscular stomach.
Rubbing cum into my chest, I can see my wife massaging the long thick blobs that fell from her lips into her large heavy tits and then taking her fingers and sucking the remnants into her sensuous mouth. Being proper and using good etiquette, she lifts his soft sticky cock up, takes it into her cum-slick mouth and slowly sucks it clean.
I can hear the guy gasping for breath, trying to recover from what I know had to be the best blow-job of his life, saying, “Oh my God Michelle, Oh fuck!” gasp, “That was so fucking good baby!”
Replying, my wife says, “It was good for me too sweetie. I love sucking your big dick!” After a couple more licks and sucks she says, “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to suck such a big cock. I didn’t realize how much I miss it.” Then she rubs his thick dick all over her big tits one more time before slowly climbing up and kissing him deeply and passionately.
His hand slowly slides down her panty covered ass, between her milky thighs, and caresses her swollen pussy threw her drenched panties. “My God babe! You are soaking wet!” Michelle leans up, looking into his eyes and says, “I can’t help it, sucking cock always gets me really wet,” she smiles. “If you lasted a little longer, I think I would have came too!”
Her sticky pendulous tits were hanging inches from his face. Her long thick nipples were too tempting and he pulled her to him and sucked a tit into his hot wet mouth.
Michelle moaned as he sucked and teased her sensitive nipple with the tip of his tongue. He was trying to demonstrate what he really wanted to do, which was to be flicking her hard clit instead. “Yes baby, oh yes! Suck my tits!” He began trying to work a finger under her panties. Michelle stiffened. She really wanted this to go further but now she was thinking of me.
“No baby, sorry but no. I can’t” Being a gentleman he reluctantly withdrew his finger before it penetrated her swollen pussy lips. He was already grateful for what she did. He only wanted to please her as she pleased him.
This is how I imagined things. Later, Michelle did call me back and we both masturbated over the phone together, as she went into more detail about what she did. I could even hear the wet sloshing sounds of her fingers working on her pussy over the phone. It made me wild that my wife was getting so hot and about to cum as she relived her erotic experience.
I think what put her over the edge, getting us both to cum at the same time, is when I told her that next time, after she gives him a nice slow and sloppy deep-throat blow-job and swallows his big load, it would be okay for him to go down on her.
I dearly love my wife and have all the trust and respect for her in the world. What she did and how I responded, is a true testament of our love. I don’t feel the least bit insecure about our relationship. I’m not the least bit interested in finding something for myself, because Michelle is all I ever need and all I ever want.
If she decides or finds that she wants to do this some more. I am all for it. As long as we can keep a healthy attitude about it and constantly remain open with our feelings, it will be okay. Soon I hope to have a job where I am home every night. I know my wife has needs and I want to be there for her.
It is so hard for her when I’m gone. I manage to get my sexual release from fantasizing about my wife. It’s not as easy for her. So now, if she has the urge, I want her to find a guy that turns her on and give him the blow-job of his life. I want him to cum all over her face and all over her tits. I’m sure as pretty and sexy as my wife is, she won’t have any problems finding willing candidates. If the guy is decent enough, she can let him go down on her so she too can get that release she needs when I’m not there.
Then later, with the taste of cum still fresh on her sweet full lips, she can call me and describe in vivid detail how she drove her victim wild with her awesome oral talents.
It’s been less than a week since my wife sucked her first big dick and I’ve already masturbated more in that time than I have in the past two months. I’ll be going home for the first time since then and I can’t wait to show my lovely wife my appreciation for what she’s done. It’s like a fire has been re-lit. My desire and lust for Michelle has been renewed.
Maybe that will be her only experience or maybe she will get to the point where she’d feel comfortable enough to let me watch or even suck us both off at the same time! Imagine! Different cocks, different shapes, different tastes and loads of sweet cum! No matter what does or doesn’t happen. I’ll always be deeply and passionately in love with the only true love of my life. I love you Michelle, always!
The End?
I have been blessed with a beautiful and wonderful wife. We have been married for over 15 years and have three great children. Her name is Michelle. Her name alone conjures up an image of a very sensual and sexy woman. My wife is all of that and more.
Even when I’m with her, guys can’t help but take notice and stare. It makes me feel good that other men find her so attractive too. Michelle has these beautiful blue bedroom eyes and full luscious lips that I love kissing. Of course I know what other guys are thinking about when they see her lips and her big tits. At 43 years, I have long ago gotten over any jealous tendencies. As a matter of fact, it turns me on to see other guys flirt with my wife.
I have always been somewhat of a ..., which makes me a perfect match for my lovely wife; who has always been somewhat of an exhibitionist. This has led me to fantasize what it would be like to watch my wife with another man. Specifically, to watch her give him a blow-job.
Over the years, Michelle has developed her oral talents to become the best I have ever experienced. I should know because in my younger bachelor days, I’ve had more than my fair share of women, suck my cock. Including one who had false teeth!
So about two years ago, I began to fantasize about watching her perform her skills on another man. I would often masturbate with that vision in my mind and being on the road so much with my job, I’ve always had plenty of time at-hand, to do just that.
It wasn’t until this past year that I was bold enough to let my wife know about my fantasy. She accepted it for what it was and played along. Many times during our lovemaking we would both get into graphic, detailed descriptions of her sucking another cock. This actually would raise the intensity and level of our sexual pleasure.
On occasion, afterwards, my wife would ask if I would really want her to do that or if I really expected her to. I’d explain that it was just a fantasy and that I didn’t ever expect that we would or could go through with it for real. Michelle would appear relieved with that answer adding, she couldn’t see herself doing either and that I was all the man she would ever need.
I’d almost feel a little let down that she felt that way but I was content with us being able to openly share my fantasy. Besides, I didn’t really know how it what affect our relationship if we actually went through with it. Little did I know I was about to find out!
As I mentioned earlier, I spend two thirds of each month away from home with my job. Needless to say, it is a hardship on our family life. It is especially hard on Michelle. Her physical and emotional needs suffer with my absence. She gets very lonely and depressed. I miss her and the kids terribly but the demands of my job keep me occupied. Unfortunately, one of the mismatches in our marriage is that I’m not as physically and emotionally dependent. Not that its a bad thing, just I’ve been conditioned differently.
I do call my wife and children as often as I can. It helps, but it doesn’t fulfill their needs. It’s not meeting those needs and my obsession with my fantasy that surely pushed my wife into doing the unexpected.
It was about 10 AM on a Saturday morning when I called my wife. I knew she would probably be up with the kids by now. When she answered, I was somewhat surprised that I had woken her up.
“Hello sweetie, did I wake you?” I asked, already knowing that I did. “Ah – um – yeah,” her groggy voice replied.
When I asked how she was doing she replied, “Not to good. I’m sick, I drank too much last night,” her shaky voice reflected as much.
Michelle went on to explain how she hates drinking and knew she shouldn’t have had so much. She felt she had to though. Michelle told me she had gone to a bar with some friends. She was feeling depressed and although she new better, she just wanted to get ....
My wife then got into how unfair it is that I’m not there and how it’s all my fault, her being depressed and lonely. The more she got into it, the more upset she got on the phone with me. At this point I didn’t have a clue where she was going with this. I just figured she was venting her frustrations again with me, as she had many times before. As usual, I was freezing up, not knowing or having the right answers to help her feel better. The more she went on, the more upset she was and the more withdrawn I became.
At this point we had been on the phone for almost an hour. I began to notice nervousness in her voice.
“How do you do it?” she sobbed, “How can you go so long without?” I started to answer but she went on, “It’s not fair, I’m not like you! I need touch, I need to be loved!” she pleaded. It pained my heart that she was so unhappy on my account.
“Please honey, can you please not talk about me giving blow-jobs anymore!” She requested, a little more calmly. Much to my disappointment, I told her I promised I wouldn’t. “It’s your fault! I’m so lonely, I can’t go on like this!” she cried in anger.
Again I attempted to say something but couldn’t find the words. I should have known where this was going but I was clueless until she said, “I did it! Because that’s what you wanted!” and she started to cry again. At first I thought I heard wrong. The noticeable fear in her voice told me different.
Extremely upset now, and me frozen in disbelieve, she sobbed out, “What am I going to do! I did what you wanted but now I going to lose you!” I knew what she meant when she said, “What ‘I’ wanted,” I was shocked. Surprisingly, her confession didn’t spur the least bit of anger or hurt. Here my wife is trying to tell me that she actually went through with sucking some other guy’s cock and the only emotion that stirs in me is one of excitement.
Michelle was sure that I was going to get extremely angry and may even end up leaving her over this. She felt compelled to tell me because she knew she couldn’t deal with the guilt of hiding it. I tried to calm her in my most sincere voice, letting her know that we would be okay.
Over and over I told her that I still and always will love her. “It’s okay Michelle, I know you truly love me and I know you were thinking of my fantasy when you did it,” I could hear her starting to calm down a bit as I went on. “Don’t feel bad, it’s okay sweetheart.” I wanted so badly to hold her in my arms right then and look into her eyes so she would really know; things were going to be okay.
I could tell she didn’t think she could believe me and that this was just the calm before the storm. It wasn’t until I began telling her that I was actually excited about it and that I was getting hard knowing that she really did suck some guy off.
Finally, I could tell she was beginning to feel a little relieved but still guarded. “You mean you don’t hate me now?” I chuckled to break the tension, “Of course not. If anything I adore you even more!” I continued, “I mean if I hadn’t been brainwashing you with my fantasy, I know you never would have done it”. She was a lot calmer now and not sobbing anymore.
I wanted to ensure that she knew I was sincere and honest, “I love you honey, and I admire the courage it took for you to tell me about this”. I could hear her sigh as I went on, “It’s not like you were deceiving me or having an affair. It was just a blow-job. Something I’ve been wanting you to do!”
After a nervous chuckle she said, “Well I’m afraid the fantasy was better. He came too quick, I mean it was big but it went too fast”. I was really getting aroused now as she tried to talk about it. “He came a lot but it wasn’t sweet like yours is and he was so big he didn’t get real hard like you do”.
Fortunately, I was in my hotel room so I was a liberty to pull, my now throbbing cock out, and start stroking it. Pre-cum was already oozing steadily from the slit. I couldn’t believe how much calmer she was as she talked about it. I desperately wanted more details, to color in the images going through my mind.
“If it helps, I want you to know that’s all I did, I mean he wanted to do more but I didn’t even though I was really wet. I just went home and masturbated”. The more she talked the hotter I got. I probed for more details, “Where did you do this, in a car?” I caught her off guard and now she was a little reluctant to go on. “Um no, um I’d rather not say,” I desperately needed a clearer picture. “Were you kneeling between his legs or were you lying down?” I asked quizzically. “Laying down” she replied.
Now I could sense a little discomfort in her voice, as she became more hesitant about revealing anymore details. Though I didn’t want to, I knew that it was better if I eased off. The conversation went back to convincing each other that everything is okay and reassuring ourselves of our deep devotion and love.
Michelle now feared that this would give me free reign to have such an experience for myself, to even up the score so to speak. Emphatically, I told her I had no intention or desire to do so. I reminded her that our fantasies always revolved around her sucking some other guy’s big cock. Now the woman of my dreams has performed the fantasy of my dreams.
I was hoping that the conversation would turn back to hearing more details about her venture. The only thing she added was that she didn’t get home until four in the morning. I was so close to blowing my load and needed so badly for her to tell me more, but one of the kids was calling for her and she suddenly had to go. She told me that she would call back shortly. So we once again, said our “I love you’s” and she hung up, leaving me with my throbbing hard cock in my hand.
The reality and visions playing in my mind, was just too much for me to take. I quickly laid back and after only a couple strokes I blew my load. As spurt after spurt of thick, white sperm, shot high from my cock, I pictured this guy’s big dick, exploding between my wife’s lovely sucking lips. As I felt ropes of blazing, hot cum, splatter on my stomach and chest, I wondered what Michelle’s reaction was when his hot gooey load burst into her mouth.
I could picture this guy arching his back and groaning out in ecstasy, as my wife attempted to swallow down that volcanic like eruption and flow. I could vividly hear those sweet sucking, slurping sounds, and gratifying moans Michelle makes as she sucks down a creamy load. I knew this guy must have been intensely impressed with my wife’s cock-sucking techniques. I’ve shared the ultimate pleasure he was experiencing many times.
As my own sticky cum grew cold, I could see Michelle letting that heavy meat-pole fall from her cum-soaked lips as she stares passionately, into his glazed over eyes. His now flaccid, spit and cum drenched cock, probably was still twitching and jerking with the last throes of ecstasy, on his muscular stomach.
Rubbing cum into my chest, I can see my wife massaging the long thick blobs that fell from her lips into her large heavy tits and then taking her fingers and sucking the remnants into her sensuous mouth. Being proper and using good etiquette, she lifts his soft sticky cock up, takes it into her cum-slick mouth and slowly sucks it clean.
I can hear the guy gasping for breath, trying to recover from what I know had to be the best blow-job of his life, saying, “Oh my God Michelle, Oh fuck!” gasp, “That was so fucking good baby!”
Replying, my wife says, “It was good for me too sweetie. I love sucking your big dick!” After a couple more licks and sucks she says, “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to suck such a big cock. I didn’t realize how much I miss it.” Then she rubs his thick dick all over her big tits one more time before slowly climbing up and kissing him deeply and passionately.
His hand slowly slides down her panty covered ass, between her milky thighs, and caresses her swollen pussy threw her drenched panties. “My God babe! You are soaking wet!” Michelle leans up, looking into his eyes and says, “I can’t help it, sucking cock always gets me really wet,” she smiles. “If you lasted a little longer, I think I would have came too!”
Her sticky pendulous tits were hanging inches from his face. Her long thick nipples were too tempting and he pulled her to him and sucked a tit into his hot wet mouth.
Michelle moaned as he sucked and teased her sensitive nipple with the tip of his tongue. He was trying to demonstrate what he really wanted to do, which was to be flicking her hard clit instead. “Yes baby, oh yes! Suck my tits!” He began trying to work a finger under her panties. Michelle stiffened. She really wanted this to go further but now she was thinking of me.
“No baby, sorry but no. I can’t” Being a gentleman he reluctantly withdrew his finger before it penetrated her swollen pussy lips. He was already grateful for what she did. He only wanted to please her as she pleased him.
This is how I imagined things. Later, Michelle did call me back and we both masturbated over the phone together, as she went into more detail about what she did. I could even hear the wet sloshing sounds of her fingers working on her pussy over the phone. It made me wild that my wife was getting so hot and about to cum as she relived her erotic experience.
I think what put her over the edge, getting us both to cum at the same time, is when I told her that next time, after she gives him a nice slow and sloppy deep-throat blow-job and swallows his big load, it would be okay for him to go down on her.
I dearly love my wife and have all the trust and respect for her in the world. What she did and how I responded, is a true testament of our love. I don’t feel the least bit insecure about our relationship. I’m not the least bit interested in finding something for myself, because Michelle is all I ever need and all I ever want.
If she decides or finds that she wants to do this some more. I am all for it. As long as we can keep a healthy attitude about it and constantly remain open with our feelings, it will be okay. Soon I hope to have a job where I am home every night. I know my wife has needs and I want to be there for her.
It is so hard for her when I’m gone. I manage to get my sexual release from fantasizing about my wife. It’s not as easy for her. So now, if she has the urge, I want her to find a guy that turns her on and give him the blow-job of his life. I want him to cum all over her face and all over her tits. I’m sure as pretty and sexy as my wife is, she won’t have any problems finding willing candidates. If the guy is decent enough, she can let him go down on her so she too can get that release she needs when I’m not there.
Then later, with the taste of cum still fresh on her sweet full lips, she can call me and describe in vivid detail how she drove her victim wild with her awesome oral talents.
It’s been less than a week since my wife sucked her first big dick and I’ve already masturbated more in that time than I have in the past two months. I’ll be going home for the first time since then and I can’t wait to show my lovely wife my appreciation for what she’s done. It’s like a fire has been re-lit. My desire and lust for Michelle has been renewed.
Maybe that will be her only experience or maybe she will get to the point where she’d feel comfortable enough to let me watch or even suck us both off at the same time! Imagine! Different cocks, different shapes, different tastes and loads of sweet cum! No matter what does or doesn’t happen. I’ll always be deeply and passionately in love with the only true love of my life. I love you Michelle, always!
The End?
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