Dear Cum - The 'not very spectacular' Wife Lovers Omnium Spectacular (Part One) - Sex Stories

Dear Cum - The 'not very spectacular' Wife Lovers Omnium Spectacular (Part One)

Now in the salad bowl of existence that is our multi-cultural, multi-racial, pantheist, pan-sexual world sometimes, it might appear that what divides us is greater than the sum of our shared humanity. So it is more important than ever that we can celebrate and, dare I say it, worship those most divine of creatures that transcend our petty divisions with the universality of their adorable essence. I am, of course, talking about wives.As a wife of no little standing and some experience, I can confirm that we wives are the most important people in the entirety of the human experience and deserving of every last teaspoonful of sugary loving, and then possibly a teaspoon or two more. And if you, as a saddo reader can't agree with that then I pity and, dare I say it, despise you and it might be best if you stop reading right here.And some of you will be thinking, 'but Cummies, I'm not a wife, I'm a burly, hirsute, truck driver born on the wrong side of the tracks in one of those truly awful Medway towns in North Kent, (Garden of England my arse) are you saying that I am less important than you?'Well of course you're less important than me in so many different ways, sweetie, but really the questions you should be asking yourself are: Am I a wife? If not why not? And what do I do to join this most sacred of living states?Now for some individuals, there is a simple excuse that they just aren't old enough to be legally recognisable as wives, but for the rest of you, including hirsute truckers from the armpit of England, there really is no excuse because in this day and age anyone can be a wife. And even if you don't have a thing for meringue dresses and trains (not the choo-choo variety) and veils and bridesmaids lapping at your pre-nuptials and playing at bride sandwich with the groom and the best (wo)man to ascertain whether the best (wo)man is really best and then maybe swapping them all around and having another go just to be certain, then none of that precludes you from offering up a finger to have a golden, glittering band placed upon it for perpetuity.Perpetuity is a rather long time, it's certainly longer than a dirty weekend of rampant lovemaking in a seedy roadside motel just outside of Nottingham on the A6514, and some readers will have given 'for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health' a bit of a run around the block and discovered themselves riding along in a clapped out Mark II Ford Cortina when they'd thought they'd been promised an Aston Martin. And if that sounds familiar, dear saddo, then all I can say is get yourself down to the used car lot and see what they've got in stock that takes your fancy. Do you for one minute imagine that dear Lizzy Taylor would have been happy thrusting herself up and down pointlessly atop a Robin Reliant when with a few quick and painless adjustments to her wedding ring finger she could ooze her love juices all over a gleaming, rampant Ferrari? I think not!Perhaps, despite all my ...