He Just Likes My Tits

Before I met him he had girlfriends, after I met him he had girlfriends, after I married him he had girlfriends. I suppose I was one of those girlfriends. When I say girlfriends I am talking about girls he has sex with.

When I met him I was in love immediately. By love I mean I was taking my panties off sitting beside him. He asked what color my panties were, and when I said I wore white cotton panties, he said 'good girl' and he wanted my panties for his collection. His kiss sealed it for me, I was one of the three girls in bed with him after that party, and I was the one he held to fall asleep.

I never got nervous, jealous, upset about him having girlfriends. It was fun. I liked some of the girls, and liked sleeping with him and another girl. We were all young, in our twenties, most of us were dancers, strippers who danced at his club. He never liked girls with fake tits, not to have sex with. For him he just wants nice tits. I have nice tits, and I like sleeping with a girl with natural tits. Maybe that's why I started dancing, I like tits.

And from the first night when he took my panties for his collection and I went up to his room with him, he likes to hold me. He likes my tits. Maybe that's why he married me, and he asked me to stop dancing.