My husband met me in the bedroom after my shower. I was in there a bit longer than usual, making myself silky smooth in all the right places. I got under the covers, naked, and he joined me. He was wearing red flannel pajama pants with a matching top. I would soon find out that…
The other girl, we later found her name to be Nikki, saw that I was remarkable close to cumming. She stopped fingering herself and made her way over to the more heavy action. I was in between thrusts, very close to filling my wife’s swollen pussy with my cum, when Nikki pushed me back. I…
A few more sessions of watching that video while we fucked, made us both want a little more. (What video? Click here for the back story details). The way the stranger used her, just for sex, was fucking hot, and amazing to watch. She agreed. I wanted to watch her in person with someone else. …
Ever since hurting myself playing girl’s volleyball my senior year in high school, I’ve been getting massages. I don’t need them, per say, anymore, but I love them. That was three years ago. I have a membership at a massage place and I go at least once a month. The good thing about massage is…
He was pathetic. His clothes still on, laying there, my creamy wet pussy covering his mouth. I basked in the moment. I came. I dominated and used him for my pleasure. He was my own personal toy. But I wasn’t done. He had no fucking clue that I knew about his little homewrecking whore. He…
And then I pulled hard on her hair, very hard, enough to make it hurt. She screamed. I put my hand around her mouth, muffling her sounds, and told her to shut up. It was time for her to be punished for what she had done. I smacked her ass, hard. A yelp escaped her…
To say I fucked him would be an understatement. I used him like a little bitch. My bitch. To fulfill all my desires. Or, whatever desires that I had left after I let the stranger fuck me into orgasmic bliss. I let him, the stranger, take control of me. I let him use me. I…
Sometimes, I like being punished. My husband is one of the kindest, gentlest men I know, but when he gets turned on, and dirty, the tone he takes with me is enough to make me wonder how much is really an act. I think he gets enjoyment from my pain, from my sense of fear….
I know you are wondering, what did they do, my wife and that stranger? Well, not a stranger to her, he had been chatting her up all night. He was stealing glances down her blouse, checking her sexy curves from behind each time she walked away, all night long. He pretended to look at her…
After fucking the stranger in his hotel room, tasting his cum, swallowing it, letting him use and violate me in ways I’ve yearned for, while my husband was at home doing who knows what to his fat little side chick with her fucking ugly yellow panties, I went home. Of course, as a flight attendant,…