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                           Art & Bob Discuss Julie
   
   
        One  day  when  Art  called Julie, Pat answered the phone instead.  
   Art  asked  when  Julie would get home and Pat told her sometime within 
   the  next  couple  of  hours.   She  explained  that her friend Bob was 
   coming  over  and that Julie would be home soon.  She invited Art over, 
   encouraging him to stay and have dinner with them.
        When  Art arrived Julie still hadn't gotten home.  In fact she was 
   later  than  anyone  expected,  and Pat encouraged Art and Bob to start 
   the fire in the grill outside while she prepared the salad.
        While   the  men  stood  outside  watching  the  fire  grow  their 
   conversation  naturally  turned to the two women that they were seeing.  
   Bob  was  very  fond  of  Pat,  but  also  expressed  a  great  deal of 
   admiration  for  Julie.  Art was very honest with Bob and told him that 
   he  thought alot of Julie as well, but that he was very happily married 
   and mainly just enjoyed screwing Julie.
        To  Art's  surprise, Bob hadn't realized that Art was married, and 
   just  assumed  that  they had a dating relationship.  He asked Art lots 
   of  questions  about  his  relationship with Julie, and in spite of the 
   fact  that  Art  felt  a  considerable  amount  of devotion to Julie he 
   answered most of Bob's questions honestly.
        "I  never  would  have  guessed  that Julie was the type who would 
   just  fuck  a man, knowing that he is married", Bob said.  "Doesn't she 
   push you to leave your wife?"
        "Hell  no.   She  knows I wouldn't leave my wife.  I made it clear 
   when  we  started  that  I  didn't  plan to become available to her for 
   anything  other  than  pumping  her full of my fuck.  She loves it that 
   way as much as I do, or maybe even more!", Art explained.
        "Does she fuck anyone else?", Bob asked.
        "I don't know for sure, but I don't think so", Art said.
        "If she did, would it bother you?"
        "How  could  I  complain?",  Art  asked.  "After all I go straight 
   home  to  my wife and stick my dick into her right after fucking little 
   Julie's  mouth  and  cunt.   In  fact...and  I  thought this was really 
   funny....my  wife  used  to  complain about the way my dick tastes, but 
   I've  noticed  that  every time I fuck her in the mouth after I've been 
   in  Julie's  fuck  hole  that she seems to love it.  I think the little 
   wife  might  just  love to eat pussy sometime, but I don't have time to 
   fool with that at the moment, I'm too busy filling Julie with cum."
        "Think Julie would fuck me?', Bob asked, with a smile.
        "I  think  she'll  fuck  anything  that  has cum to dump into her.  
   Heck,  one  time  she  told  me  about  some  guy  she talked to on the 
   computer  who  made  her  pretend  that  she  was fucking his dog.  She 
   claimed  she  didn't  want  to do it at first, but that she changed her 
   mind  and  let  him turn her over to the long donged doggie.  Would she 
   fuck you?  Hell yes, I bet she's dying to already."
        "You wouldn't care if I fucked her?", Bob asked.
        "Hey,  I  don't  care if the Chicago Bears fuck her...she's only a 
   hole  to  me  that I fill with fuck from time to time.  If she's around 
   and  you  have  cum to dump, pump the bitch.  Oh, and by the way, she's 
   especially  good  for fucking sometime if you need for her to be quiet.  
   She  can't  even  come,  so you don't have to worry about her screaming 
   out  during  an  orgasm.   You  could  probably  fuck  her  while  your 
   girlfriend  is in the next room if you wanted.  But then you might also 
   find  that  your  girlfriend  likes  the idea of you fucking Julie too.  
   I've know that to be the case at times."
        "Well,  I must admit that she really turns me on.  In fact I often 
   think  about fucking her when I'm screwing Pat.  Sometimes I get Pat to 
   talk  about  Julie and you when we're fucking, and everytime she does I 
   come really big gobs of come.  Is her hole really tight?"
        "She  was made to fuck, man.  All her holes are tight, and you can 
   twist  her  around  and  put her in any position you want when you fuck 
   her.   I  never  have to ask her if I can fuck her, I just let her know 
   I'm  coming over and, the truth is, there have been times when I pushed 
   her  up  against  the wall in the foyer and pumped my fuck into her and 
   walked  right  out  again  without hardly saying a word to her.  I tell 
   you,  she's  just  a  hole  that was made to take fuck from men.  But I 
   love her, just the same."
        "Hey,  maybe  we  could  both  fuck  her sometime...think she'd go 
   along with that?", Bob asked excitedly.
        "Hey  man...don't you listen?  If you and I decide we want to dump 
   some  fuck  into  that  little  twat  all we have to do is dump it.  It 
   doesn't  matter  whether we ask her or not, we just fuck her.  I'd love 
   to  see her with your cock in her mouth sometime.  Do you have to worry 
   about Pat?"
        "Well,  I'm  not  sure  Pat could handle it if she knew.  But then 
   again,  she  does  know  that I like to think about Julie, so maybe she 
   wouldn't  mind.   Still it would probably be best if we did it sometime 
   while  Pat is at work.  At first anyway.  Maybe later Pat would like to 
   watch  or  something.   God, I'd really love to fill that Julie with my 
   fuck meat.  Can she take all your dick?"
        "She  doesn't  have  any choice about taking it all, Bob, she just 
   takes  it.   I  ram  the  little  whore when I fuck her, and it doesn't 
   matter to me what hole I have my meat in when I ram her."
        "Whew!   All  this  talk about that little recepticle is making me 
   hard  as  a rock.  Look...how about watching the fire for me while I go 
   poke  Pat  in  the kitchen.  If you get a chance to talk to Julie about 
   fucking me, do it, will you?  I'd sure like to ram the little cunt."
        "Sure  thing  pal.   Pump  her  a few times for me, will you?  And 
   rest  assured  that  I'll  mention you to Julie.  I'd like to see if it 
   makes  her wet, cause I've been thinking about turning her over to some 
   of  my  randy  friends  anyway.   I'd love to see a whole bunch of guys 
   spilling  their  fuck  into  her sometime.  Hey....if you get a chance, 
   wipe  your  fuck on the steak we're saving for Julie.  I bet the little 
   whore hasn't ever had a steak with cum seasoning before!"
        "Art...you're  quite  a  guy.  Thanks for understanding.  I'll see 
   you  in a bit", Bob said, walking away with a very evident bulge in his 
   jeans.
        Art  stood by the fire wondering how long it would be before Julie 
   arrived.   He  secretly  hoped  that Julie would walk in on Bob and Pat 
   and  get  a  peak  at  Bob's  dick.  He liked the idea of Julie fucking 
   Bob.   In  fact  he  began to have thoughts of inviting Bob over to his 
   house  sometime  just  to  see if his wife would find Bob attractive as 
   well.  He  knew he'd enjoy watching his wife take dick too, but he knew 
   deep  down  inside  that  no  one could take dick like Julie could, and 
   that  nothing  would excite him like turning the little nurse over to a 
   room  full  of  hard  dicks.   Maybe  Bob  would  be  the first step to 
   accomplishing  that  goal.   He'd certainly try to help Bob realize his 
   fantasies  with  Julie, even if it meant holding the slut while Bob had 
   his  way  with  her.   This  all had some possiblities...some wonderful 
   possibilities.
