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This is was a desire he expressed even back when we were just dating. When I do get to work, I keep myself fairly busy, but make sure to send Dale naughty texts. It gets pretty heated, turning more into a cyber-text chat. I even have to slow down a bit because I'm causing myself to become overly aroused. I don’t linger, not wanting to have theat “what’s your weekend plans” conversation with my co-workers. By the time I do, I run upstairs and strip out of my clothes, leaving on just my nylons, knickers and heels. I let out a light giggle, kissing him, followed by a soft moan. His hands slide up to my breasts, cupping them through my bra. It’s then that John starts to take charge, kissing along my neck, biting gently on my ear lobe. I don’t think he has noticed someone else in the room yet. “You just behave yourself, unless you want me to spank you in front of our guest. His mouth devours my breasts, biting into them, sucking on my nipples. I go back to the bed, where John has been watching, stroking his cock. I crawl between his legs, dropping my hot mouth down onto him, just like I had been doing to Dale. His fingers tangle in my hair as his cock slides deeply in my throat with each thrust. He pulls his cock from my mouth, saliva dripping off my chin. Repeating the cycle once more, for an equal amount on either side. John’s fingers move up to my hips, gripping me tightly. “Do I get to find out who our mystery guest is now? Now that we’ve found ourselves living comfortably with me as his Dom, we’ve decided to take it a step further. He whines, begging me to let him use the restroom so he can release some pressure. I grab my dressing gown and tie the draws loosely in a knot. His hands groping my arse, my butt cheeks showing perfectly from my knickers. I let my mind focus back on what John is doing to me. I begin to writhe and moan under him, shaking with a heady, lustful need. He inhales, breathing deeply as I take his hard prick into my mouth. I begin to suck on him, pulling him deeper into me. I’m not ready, please, don’t.” he whimpers, but I don’t let him. I want to edge him, to feel him hold back his orgasm as his cock is deep in my throat. I feel the head of his hard prick pushing against my pussy. He kisses me deeply, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I ride his cock hard and fast, not wanting anything romantic or sweet.Synopsis: After 30 years of marriage, a husband submits himself to his wife as a gift.By the time he got home, he was a slobbering, whimpering mess. It is a mutual friend of ours, someone who has always flirted with me. I fix up a light dinner, leaving it easy, because it is the last thing on my mind. “Dinner is the last thing on my mind, Tiff,” he whines. You’ll need it though, I promise you that,” I giggle. I am highly amused, telling him mine was just as much as his. I dash downstairs, knowing that it is John at the door. He quietly, softly moans as well, until he can’t take it any longer. He fills me with every last bit of his member, stretching me wide to fit his width and size. I’ll stroke myself, I won’t come, I promise,” Dale whines. I begin to orgasm at the thought, digging my nails into John’s back, who suddenly growls out. “Mmm, yes, come for me,” I say, watching him jerking his cock. I knew right away he’d take the chance to fuck me when I asked him. Around five, Dale gets home and finds me right away. I can feel his erection press against my lower stomach, causing me to groan out. All the while, I slip off my heel and begin to caress his leg. I’m sure whoever it is will appreciate a good view of what I have to show off.” I giggle. He stands there with a an ear to ear smile that only seems to grow wider when he sees what little I have on. Deeply, he grinds, moving forward, until every last inch of him is deeply embedded inside of me. It must be a weak spot for him, because he begins to pour his seed inside me. When I sit to put on my nylons, I wait to see how long it takes him to notice. With my nylons on, I get up and circle around the bed. Leaning into him, I place a single kiss on his ear lobe, my hand sliding down under the covers and gripping his cock. I grip it tighter in my embrace, stroking him lightly through the thin fabric of his boxers. It is primal lust, need and desire for one another. He loves knowing that not just his seed is buried deep inside me whilst he does it.

I even bought a leash, which I really like using on him. I was having better orgasms and a lot more fun sexually as well! It improved our marriage, sex and the overall health of our relationship. Cheers.” “Cheers.” Hanging up the phone, I turn the radio up. ” I ask, using my more dominant voice, letting him know how serious I am. I go over to him, placing a single kiss on his lips. As you wish.” I give him another quick kiss, before moving to the bed. Don’t you dare think of getting up,” I moan through the sensation of John sucking on my nipple, pressing his cock against my knickers. “Even without my vision, it was better than I thought it would ever be. Now, let me escort our company out and when we’re downstairs, you can take the blindfold off and meet me in bed. ” “Understood, baby.” I move to stand up, just as John finishes dressing. We move out of the bedroom, and I close the door as we head downstairs. ” I ask casually, as if it wasn’t something so taboo. You know me, I’ve been wanting to tap that arse of yours for years now,” John says, smacking my arse at the bottom of the stairs, by the door. I’m guessing you’re game to do this again sometime?

“No, I guess you wouldn’t, smart arse,” I tell him, coming back into the room.

I lie my clothes down before going to my dresser to pull out my favourite pink knickers. I look at him and see he has his nose shoved back into his phone.

My husband was a very dominant man when we first met. He sends me into a few more orgasms until I have to beg him to stop. He comes up, holding me close again, kissing me with his soaked face.

It was a trait I appriciatd in a man and one of the things about him I liked the most. I taste me, John and Dale on his lips, moaning into our kiss. Who would have thought I had any form of dominating features, that my husband was so submissive and I’d be cuckolding him?

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