A friend of mine couldn’t make it over for the holidays this year, he said he was “on call,” and had to stay close to home. We missed him (I especially missed his well-hungness and his talented tongue), but he is devoted to his work as a plumber. And believe me when I say, he knows how to lay pipe!
It got me thinking about the idea of being “on call.” And I realized that I, too, am dedicated to my vocation as a slut wife. I, too, am available on a moment’s notice. This became crystal clear to me one day a couple weeks ago when Ken, a hot BBC businessman who has fucked me a few times, texted me to say his travel plans had changed and he would be finding himself in my town in an hour. In an hour he would be at our airport! Not much time for a girl to prepare to be ravaged by a hot black man, but I realized I had a high gear that I wasn’t even aware of! And within that hour I was dressed to kill in heels and stockings and sipping a glass of white wine inside a hotel room near the airport awaiting the arrival of my date who was eager to use me again. Pretty impressive, huh?
So if you find yourself on the road in need of the comforts of a hot wife, think of me as your “Wife On Call.” I can do all the things any good wife can do, and then some! Call me
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