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I don’t think that I can take it any more. I have been counting down the days all year, survived the cold, thinking ahead to the glory that awaits me. The days are dragging by, and my mind is about to go mad with crazy waiting. Am I talking about my birthday? No, that just sneaks up on me and when it is time for that I don’t like the idea of adding one to my age. “You’re a guy,” you say, “Is it maybe the super bowl?” I like football, but it’s not something that I worry about. I personally prefer college to pro. But this is all beside the point. The point is, of course, what have I been waiting for? It is really kind of sad, but it is a passion that I indulge in once a year to just get lost in the ecstasy. Finally, in mid-February, it comes. Perhaps you know now what I am talking about. The time in which pre-teen minds tremble with excitement, can they get it past their mom? The oasis in the bleak of winter. It is, without question, the best issue of any magazine that will be published. Surely you know by now? It is, The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.

I see my wife go to the mailbox, and I freeze, and then panic. Does it come today? I’m not very sure. My subscriptions regularly come on a Thursday. Today is Tuesday. But the Swimsuit issue is sent on a different day, and my woman whom I really do love with all my heart could be about to take it away. I think furiously on how to stop her, but she is already putting her hand in the mailbox. As she begins to remove it, I see a dark blue Camry slow to a stop. Yes! My wife’s best friend Courtney has just stopped to chat a little bit. I must act fast. I fly down the hall and jump down the steps four at a time. I burst out the door of our two-story home, and then slow my pace as I see the women already laughing it up without a care in the world. I walk up behind her and say hello to Courtney as I tell my wife I will take the mail in. She hands it over without even pausing her sentence, and I wait until I get inside to look at the mail, and I sigh as I see that my magazine of joy did not come.

The next day, I risk nothing. I come home for lunch, and then meet the postman at the mailbox. As I take it from him, I can smell it. The cologne adds tingles my nose as I smell the familiar smell of my favorite issue. It sits in the back, and I eagerly place it on top to be greeted by the sight of a breathtaking bikini-clad blonde on all fours, licking her lips seductively with her breasts hanging down in all their glory. The black string she called a bathing suit contrasted perfectly to her light skin. The beach that she was so sexily sprawled out upon was beautiful as the sun set behind some mountains in the distance. I resist the urge poker oyna to begin to look at it; the tingle I get in my pants from the blonde is enough for now.

The ritual I go through with my pages of delight will truly be rewarding, as I can tell from the cover. Now you may be thinking that it is bad that I would be so sneaky behind my own wife’s back. But you have me wrong. I love my wife, I really do. We have a great relationship and I have never slept with another woman since we got married. But, (and you knew there would be a but, didn’t you) she is not the most beautiful person in the world. She is plain, but I do love her despite that. However, once a year I let my imagination run wild, and I masturbate to those heavenly bodies. When I’m done, I am totally back to my wife, but for 30 magic minutes I am furiously ravaging those angels in my mind. Of course, I must be patient. My wife could never know that I did this, because she is VERY particular about stuff like this. I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t want her jacking herself off to playgirl of something like that. So I will be careful.

Days drag by, the mind always thinking of what I have hidden in the attic. The attic is perfect, because nobody ever goes up there unless it’s to put more stuff up. We have things going back 10 or 12 years, and more keeps pilling up. I hide it in the same perfect spot. In the back corner, there is an old desk. It isn’t even ours, the people who had the house before us left it. It is surrounded by old books and a couch. All I have to do though is walk down the couch and there I am. I hide it in the bottom drawer, and not just in there, under the papers and files that are in it. Like I said, you can’t get much better than that.

So the days continue, and my wife seems cemented at home. Oh sure, I am home sometimes when she isn’t, but I need time, and she absolutely cannot come in when I am doing it. She has to be gone to something she won’t and can’t leave early, something like a party won’t do. She could become bored, or feel tired, and come home. That would never do. So, a full week after the sweetest piece of mail a man can receive arrived, my wife told me she was going to a play. She said it was called Lay Mizerab or something, I wasn’t really listening, because I hate plays. Then she told me it would be over in The Auditorium and at that my ears perked up. The Auditorium was a good 35 min. drive away, and that would mean the driving time alone would be enough for me to get the job done, even if she walked in the door of The Auditorium, hated it, and left. But she would stay, so I had at least 3 hours at home, alone. The play was on Friday, and so I was forced to wait, but canlı poker oyna my prize was in sight, and my woman would be without a doubt gone. And so Friday, and 6:00, she left. The play didn’t start until 7, she said, but she wanted a good seat. Those damn general admission things. She said she wouldn’t be back until at earliest 10:30. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I was going to watch a movie or something, and then probably be out by the time she got home. She then smiled and left, hopping in Courtney’s car. Yes, the same Courtney that scared me so much at first, now took her away for the time I needed.

I turn on the TV, and sit and watch. You might wonder why I would do this. Well, I told my wife I would watch a movie, and I am going to. At least that is, until I can be sure she isn’t coming back. She could have forgotten any number of things, and I don’t want to be caught at all costs. So I sit and I watch Speed. I sit there throughout the entire first action scene, and one of the closing lines makes me grin. Holding Keanu Reeves partner hostage with one hand and a trigger to a vest of C4 in the other, the bad guy says, “If I drop this stick, we pick your friend up here with a sponge.” I think, “I’m gonna drop on my stick, and I’ll wipe my jiz of my friend with sponge.” Laughing, I turn the movie off, now sure that my wife is gone, and head into the attic.

I climb along the couch, open the bottom drawer, and remove the papers from on top of my precious. The sight of the hourglass-shaped blonde on the cover sends a tingle into my genitals, and my eyes devour her body as I walk down the stairs to my bedroom. I take my pants off, and then my boxers. I sit down at the head of the bed propped up by several pillows and once again bring my eyes to rest on the cover. I take a deep breathe, adjust the pillows behind my slightly, and open the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.

I make it exactly two pages before I stop. Even the table of contents has gorgeous women! A stunning black woman is the cause of my stopping now. She is standing tall in between two palm trees, and her hands are covering her ample breasts. My hand drops down to my dick, and I begin to rub it. It is already starting to harden when I get past two cologne ads and one timberland add. Now I am up to the first location they are shooting at. O God, I think, I may not make it past this section. The opening of the section has two different incredible brunettes, in matching hot pink bikinis.

My cock is now rapidly rising to full mast, and the pages pass as my eyes are filled with the women. “These women should be the wonders of the world, not pyramids and waterfalls and stuff,” I internet casino think as I rest my eyes on another angel, this one with a drenched t-shirt on, and I feel my cock strain to a new tightness. The shirt clings and shows off every wonderful curve of her amazing chest.

The pages go on, and my hand, which has been slowly stroking up and down on my cock, jerks when I encounter the Latin girl about halfway through. I feel pre-cum start to leak out of my rod as the woman in the picture tempts me. She is facing away from the camera, and as she is bending down I see one of the most amazing asses I have ever set eyes on. Then white thong is deep up her crack, and her best asset is proudly on display.

My hand is now working up and down the stick at a fairly good pace, and more images flash before my eyes as I feel the pleasure on my penis increase. Busty blonde, slutty redhead, cute Asian, all parade before me. Another stopper comes up and I enjoy the beauty of this bikini-clad sailor. The brown haired seaman is leaning up against the mast of a boat and looking at some far away point, and looking damn hot doing it. The captains hat was just so, and the top just made her boobs go uhh! Her boobs didn’t actually do that, but I did as I gazed deep into her cleavage.

I felt my orgasm coming, and I reached the last picture. You might think I was done? O no, I flipped back to the middle, and as I pulled out the centerfold I gasped. This had to be the most gorgeous, drop dead, beautiful, incredible, make-a-blind-man-hard woman I had ever seen. She screamed sex with every sinew of her being. My hand went to a frantic pace on my dick, and my pupils bulged from their sockets to get a better look at her. The blonde was lying completely naked in the surf. One arm was draped over her magnificent tits, and with her other hand she grasped her pussy. She stared straight through the picture into my eyes, and I was captivated. As I indulged myself in her glory, I cam to realize how much that arm lacked to cover up the truly breath-taking hooters. As my fingers flew over my boner, I entered a fantasy world, with just me and her. I saw her lying there on the beach, with the tide coming up over her. In my mind and grasped her, and as I kissed that face I removed her arms. I cried out as I shoved my raging erection deep into her hot tunnel, and I knew she had been waiting for me. I humped her madly, my cock sliding in and out of her sweat-soaked pussy, and then I came.

I felt my jiz come shooting out of me, and it landed squarely on her sex. I continued to furiously jack, and I felt one, then another, stream of seaman exit out onto the picture of the incredible woman of my passion. I fell back into the pillows, gasping for air, and I released my prick and felt it begin to shrink back down. I sighed, took one last look at the heavenly creature, closed the magazine, and as I cleaned up I began to eagerly await next years issue.

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