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Cuckquean Forum’s friends were getting close to showing up. Which of us is more nervous, I’m not sure. I’m so anxious that I can almost hear my heart beating for myself. My veins are almost pumping blood through me. I feel tingling all over and my knees are a little wobbly. And the guys have yet to arrive!
Quote from Cuckquean on September 27, 2024, 9:56 pm
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My Cuckquean Wife - This year has seen a lot of crazy work travel. I spend too much time alone, thinking about you, and getting horny. Recently, I've become obsessed with the bedtime stories we tell each other. I keep swimming around in my head things that made you cry and images that made you instantly wet. particularly those about other women.
Do you know how irrational you get when we talk about me being with another person? It's like you change into someone else. While I talk about fucking an imaginary girlfriend, you come violently. I explode right away when you lick my ear and tell me how much you wish I really had a slut on the side. All of this is known to be sexy talk that shouldn't be taken seriously. However, as I recall these sessions, I wonder if you are certain of that.
I was having fun in the hotel bar during a few conferences when I saw a young blonde sitting at the table next to me. We had a pleasant conversation. It probably went without a hitch because I wasn't even trying to pick her up. Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife) suggested dinner at a nearby restaurant after an hour of pleasant conversation. I agreed without considering the potential outcomes.
We laughed like old friends as we ate three delectable courses and shared two bottles of wine. I took her back to the hotel with me. It felt as natural as the sunset to wrap my arm around her. It was the first time I realized I might have crossed a small line, but I could justify it by saying that I was actually acting in a gentlemanly manner and protecting her. In fact, all I wanted was some physical contact with her.
Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife100 Poor Reasons I Cant Stop Masturbating) invited me to her room so we could drink some more wine together. I surprised myself by quickly agreeing. For a married man, this was becoming inappropriate. I had never strayed in any previous relationship, but everything sounded so much like the fantasies we share that I wanted it to continue.
As she gave me more wine, I sat next to her on the bed. I had the impression that I would remain there until she openly cheated on me, allowing me to continue flirting for a while longer. However, I found myself praising her beauty. Your voice in my ear telling me to touch her has taken the place of the little voice that used to tell me to be faithful. I gave her a big kiss as I pulled her closer to me.
The floodgates were then opened. Like adolescents, we slammed into one another. She opened buttons as quickly as she could as she sucked my neck and chest. I smashed her firm breasts and tore apart her tube top and bra. She quickly moved on to my pants, kissing and licking my face while fumbling with the button and zipper. I wrestled her around and tore off her pants once I was free.
Her gorgeous pussy was just inches from my face. The first pussy I've kissed other than yours since our wedding, I leaned in and tasted her. At the door, there was a sudden loud thud. After we scrambled to put our clothes back in order, we discovered that her boss required an urgently needed item. Despite her sincere apologies, Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife) escorted me out of the room. My crazy journey had come to an abrupt end.
I contemplated my actions throughout the flight home. That night, I crossed important boundaries in my relationships. Realizing that my greatest regret was not fucking Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife) in every possible way surprised me. I was concerned that you might become enraged, but I mostly thought that the story would make you so enraged that you would forgive me.
I realized after reflecting that I must have lost my mind. You didn't really want me to eat another woman's pussy just because you told me a few sexy stories. I was being affected by our regular fantasy games, which made it harder for me to understand our relationship.
Because it was clearly affecting me, I intended to end our shady conversation. However, as soon as I got home, you asked me while rubbing my cock if I had ever been with anyone else and clearly wanted a sexy story. I ended up telling Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife) exactly what I did to her while ripping off your clothes and slamming into you, only to come up with a better ending. You were even more amazing than usual—hot, wet, and amazing—and I couldn't do anything about it.
I told you over the next few weeks that I thought the stories might make me more likely to actually be with someone else. I probably shouldn't have told you this while we were having sex, but it always made you cum. Looking you in the eye, slowly rocking into you, and telling you that I was really going to be with someone else was my favorite moment. You came like Vesuvius and just groaned and nodded.
Orgasm ensued each time I tried to express my worries. I was no longer able to think clearly about it. The desire to be with another girl became obsessive. My defenses were rendered useless by each orgasm you had in your dreams with other women about me.
The first thing I did when I was invited to this most recent conference was look at the list of people who were there. The name Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife) came to mind.
I will have spent several days at the conference by the time you read this. Either nothing has transpired or I have fucked Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife)'s brains out for the entire time. I hope you won't be mad at me too much, but I'm sure you won't be able to live without hearing the specifics. I can't wait to meet your child!
My Cuckquean Wife
Bobby saw me rubbing myself on the bed tonight as he came out of the shower. exactly how he left me when he entered.
He stated that he desired a well-prepared me for him. He told me to worship his cock as he laid on the bed. I laid on my stomach and climbed between his legs. I began by expressing my gratitude to him for allowing me to kiss his balls. Before taking him in, I kissed the underside from the tip to the balls. I said thanks to him once more.
I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deeper each time, and he groaned and said I was his good girl. I soon found myself swallowing him completely. He mentioned our plans for tomorrow night's playdate with Jay and Kristen. He talked about how excited he is to have sex with Kristen as I sucked his hard cock.
He told me that because he likes her taste, he enjoys eating her sweet little pink pussy. He also likes how tightly her pussy wraps around him. He informed me that he intends to smother her with his sex.
He plans to put me on my back after they leave and make me beg him to push his filthy cock into my worn pussy. He claims that I beg so sweetly that it can be hard to resist me. He likes to be on top of me, pounding me hard and deeply with his and her cum.
I stated that just to feel him in my fuckhole, I would gladly beg for his filthy cock. I can't get enough of his dick. I need him to feed me his dirty little fuck toy and fill me with his man meat. After that, I moved up his body and kissed his cock to get inside of him.
He said, "I am going to eat, kiss, and fuck another woman after I tell you to fuck another man and keep him busy," as I pressed down on him. He has to be content to leave this place, and you have to make him work hard enough for him to want to come back and fuck you even more. I will have more opportunities to fuck her the more he wants to fuck you. Also, I really want to fuck her."
I let my orgasm show him how much I wanted to please him as my body tightened. He said, "You are such a good fucking whore," as I was slamming him. giving another man your pussy so I can fuck his wife. In your cunt, you want my filthy cock, don't you? Don't you absolutely need to be filthy? As waves of orgasmic pleasure ripped through me, I was yelling "yes" amid my moans.
I yelled, "Please, please fill my pussy with your cum," as my orgasm reached its peak. Fill me with your presence." Before he left, he pumped me harder. I felt empty immediately. "Please keep fucking your slut," I yelled. He stated, This load will be saved for tomorrow so that I can provide Kristen with a huge creamy load. Tonight, you don't need any cum."
He ignored the protest as he rolled me over onto my stomach. As he encouraged me to be thankful for his orgasmic fling, he slapped me. As he lay front to back, he shoved my face into the pillow. "Maybe some anal will all that you get tomorrow night after I have had her pussy," he said, placing his hard on at the entrance to my ass hole. Perhaps you do not merit the sensation of me in your pussy."
He arched me back and pulled my head back toward him as he placed his hand on my throat. "My submissive wife will get me in her ass right fucking now," he proclaimed. He stuffed his dick into the hole in my a**. Without lubricant, it burned. He responded, "Aww, my little bitch is complaining that it hurts," when I screamed that he was hurting me. Good! I want to feel pain. I want you to keep in mind who is in charge here.
You are mine. You are my very own naughty toy. My toy, which I can abuse. I also intend to abuse you right now. harmed you. Make you beg for my approval. Request that I take your sex. I beg you to hurt me!"
I screamed out in real pain as he rammed into my entire body. He gave my body time to adjust before giving me a powerful pounding on the back of the head. I pleaded with him to take my sex. He begged me to be used. Because I am a fuck toy and fuck toys are abused, I begged him to hurt me by abusing my dry arse.
I pleaded more for his cum because I knew he was getting close to cumming. Kindly hand me your cum. I require your sex in my arse. I require you to utilize me in the manner in which I was designed." Because he wasn't finished with my two other holes yet, he pulled out and instructed me to get a warm washcloth to clean his cock. I thoroughly cleaned and rinsed his dick.
"Did you wash my dick good, because it's going right into your mouth," he said. Suck the cock that just fucked you, yay! You are so filthy and filthy that it hurts! I adore the fact that I will fuck another pussy tomorrow night and that you will beg me to taste my cock and put it in your used pussy. I'll beg you to tell you how comfortable and snug she makes my dick feel. You will tell me how much you want me to make you dirty and beg me to keep fucking you. How dirty a cockroach-hungry whore are you?
"I want to be your favorite pussy to fuck," I said as I removed my mouth from his cock. "Shut the fuck up and suck my dick," he said. I own your pussy, so it's just convenient. I like to put you in your place and fuck other girls. Trixie, where are you located? Where the hell do you belong?" As he slid into my throat and held my head down, he pushed my head down. He let me take off his dick as I started to gasp for air and then asked, "Where do you fucking belong cunt?"
I exclaimed, "I belong beneath you," as I gasped for air. Handing you your cock. pampered your cock." "That's right, Bobby," You are inferior to me. I let you do something, don't I? I, don't I, ALLOW you to be used as the filthy, cum-hungry, cock-pleaser that you are. Spread your legs out on your back in front of your Master. I will serve your purpose."
He laid on top of me after I flipped over onto my back and spread my legs. Your thighs and legs are so smooth and beautiful. Your pussy is so silky smooth. I'll split you up with another man. As he sank his hard on into my hot pussy, Bobby said. He pumped my pussy for a few minutes as he lay flat on top of me. I groaned like he did. That is my lovely lady. Enter your little fuckhole with your husband. When I put my dick in your pussy the next time, it will be covered in slobber from another very sexy woman Cuckquean Wife."
My spine was shattered by yet another potent My Cuckquean Wife orgasm. "I'm a filthy fucking cunt," I yelled. Please cum in me tonight, please. Please put your cum inside your fuck toy and give it to me as a gift." As he exploded on my clit and pussy lips, he pulled out and jerked his dick. Your pussy does not merit my attention. Still not. You will get my second load tomorrow night if you fuck Jay and make him happy. It comes from a smaller, filthy cock. You are entitled to that, and you will receive it." As his cum covered my genitals, he said.
"Suck my dick clean as you rub my cum into your pussy." That is correct. I need proof that you are pathetic. Cleanse my dick. Get the cock that won't cum in you tonight by sucking it. Suck the cock that will make you soiled the next day. Kiss my balls and worship my cock My Cuckquean Wife. Show it that you are thankful to be fucked at all." As I worked my mouth to clean him, he said.
"Have at it." Rib ordered. He guided my lips to his nipple as I climbed up to him. That girl is exemplary. Let me hold you until I fall asleep as you suck my nipple. After that, you can tidy up and go to bed.
He wrapped his strong arms around me his Cuckquean Wife as I crept into bed. directing me to place my head on his chest. He said, "Trix Cuckquean Wife, you know how to make a man feel powerful," as he squeezed me up to him. granting my wishes and letting me have my way. That is a good strategy for keeping a man content in life. I adore you, brat. Good evening. My Cuckquean Wife"
He started snoring right away, and I smiled. I can't wait for tomorrow's date night! I am such a filthy person my Cuckquean Wife.
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My Cuckquean Wife - This year has seen a lot of crazy work travel. I spend too much time alone, thinking about you, and getting horny. Recently, I've become obsessed with the bedtime stories we tell each other. I keep swimming around in my head things that made you cry and images that made you instantly wet. particularly those about other women.
Do you know how irrational you get when we talk about me being with another person? It's like you change into someone else. While I talk about fucking an imaginary girlfriend, you come violently. I explode right away when you lick my ear and tell me how much you wish I really had a slut on the side. All of this is known to be sexy talk that shouldn't be taken seriously. However, as I recall these sessions, I wonder if you are certain of that.
I was having fun in the hotel bar during a few conferences when I saw a young blonde sitting at the table next to me. We had a pleasant conversation. It probably went without a hitch because I wasn't even trying to pick her up. Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife) suggested dinner at a nearby restaurant after an hour of pleasant conversation. I agreed without considering the potential outcomes.
We laughed like old friends as we ate three delectable courses and shared two bottles of wine. I took her back to the hotel with me. It felt as natural as the sunset to wrap my arm around her. It was the first time I realized I might have crossed a small line, but I could justify it by saying that I was actually acting in a gentlemanly manner and protecting her. In fact, all I wanted was some physical contact with her.
Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife100 Poor Reasons I Cant Stop Masturbating) invited me to her room so we could drink some more wine together. I surprised myself by quickly agreeing. For a married man, this was becoming inappropriate. I had never strayed in any previous relationship, but everything sounded so much like the fantasies we share that I wanted it to continue.
As she gave me more wine, I sat next to her on the bed. I had the impression that I would remain there until she openly cheated on me, allowing me to continue flirting for a while longer. However, I found myself praising her beauty. Your voice in my ear telling me to touch her has taken the place of the little voice that used to tell me to be faithful. I gave her a big kiss as I pulled her closer to me.
The floodgates were then opened. Like adolescents, we slammed into one another. She opened buttons as quickly as she could as she sucked my neck and chest. I smashed her firm breasts and tore apart her tube top and bra. She quickly moved on to my pants, kissing and licking my face while fumbling with the button and zipper. I wrestled her around and tore off her pants once I was free.
Her gorgeous pussy was just inches from my face. The first pussy I've kissed other than yours since our wedding, I leaned in and tasted her. At the door, there was a sudden loud thud. After we scrambled to put our clothes back in order, we discovered that her boss required an urgently needed item. Despite her sincere apologies, Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife) escorted me out of the room. My crazy journey had come to an abrupt end.
I contemplated my actions throughout the flight home. That night, I crossed important boundaries in my relationships. Realizing that my greatest regret was not fucking Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife) in every possible way surprised me. I was concerned that you might become enraged, but I mostly thought that the story would make you so enraged that you would forgive me.
I realized after reflecting that I must have lost my mind. You didn't really want me to eat another woman's pussy just because you told me a few sexy stories. I was being affected by our regular fantasy games, which made it harder for me to understand our relationship.
Because it was clearly affecting me, I intended to end our shady conversation. However, as soon as I got home, you asked me while rubbing my cock if I had ever been with anyone else and clearly wanted a sexy story. I ended up telling Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife) exactly what I did to her while ripping off your clothes and slamming into you, only to come up with a better ending. You were even more amazing than usual—hot, wet, and amazing—and I couldn't do anything about it.
I told you over the next few weeks that I thought the stories might make me more likely to actually be with someone else. I probably shouldn't have told you this while we were having sex, but it always made you cum. Looking you in the eye, slowly rocking into you, and telling you that I was really going to be with someone else was my favorite moment. You came like Vesuvius and just groaned and nodded.
Orgasm ensued each time I tried to express my worries. I was no longer able to think clearly about it. The desire to be with another girl became obsessive. My defenses were rendered useless by each orgasm you had in your dreams with other women about me.
The first thing I did when I was invited to this most recent conference was look at the list of people who were there. The name Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife) came to mind.
I will have spent several days at the conference by the time you read this. Either nothing has transpired or I have fucked Betty (better than you my Cuckquean Wife)'s brains out for the entire time. I hope you won't be mad at me too much, but I'm sure you won't be able to live without hearing the specifics. I can't wait to meet your child!
My Cuckquean Wife
Bobby saw me rubbing myself on the bed tonight as he came out of the shower. exactly how he left me when he entered.
He stated that he desired a well-prepared me for him. He told me to worship his cock as he laid on the bed. I laid on my stomach and climbed between his legs. I began by expressing my gratitude to him for allowing me to kiss his balls. Before taking him in, I kissed the underside from the tip to the balls. I said thanks to him once more.
I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deeper each time, and he groaned and said I was his good girl. I soon found myself swallowing him completely. He mentioned our plans for tomorrow night's playdate with Jay and Kristen. He talked about how excited he is to have sex with Kristen as I sucked his hard cock.
He told me that because he likes her taste, he enjoys eating her sweet little pink pussy. He also likes how tightly her pussy wraps around him. He informed me that he intends to smother her with his sex.
He plans to put me on my back after they leave and make me beg him to push his filthy cock into my worn pussy. He claims that I beg so sweetly that it can be hard to resist me. He likes to be on top of me, pounding me hard and deeply with his and her cum.
I stated that just to feel him in my fuckhole, I would gladly beg for his filthy cock. I can't get enough of his dick. I need him to feed me his dirty little fuck toy and fill me with his man meat. After that, I moved up his body and kissed his cock to get inside of him.
He said, "I am going to eat, kiss, and fuck another woman after I tell you to fuck another man and keep him busy," as I pressed down on him. He has to be content to leave this place, and you have to make him work hard enough for him to want to come back and fuck you even more. I will have more opportunities to fuck her the more he wants to fuck you. Also, I really want to fuck her."
I let my orgasm show him how much I wanted to please him as my body tightened. He said, "You are such a good fucking whore," as I was slamming him. giving another man your pussy so I can fuck his wife. In your cunt, you want my filthy cock, don't you? Don't you absolutely need to be filthy? As waves of orgasmic pleasure ripped through me, I was yelling "yes" amid my moans.
I yelled, "Please, please fill my pussy with your cum," as my orgasm reached its peak. Fill me with your presence." Before he left, he pumped me harder. I felt empty immediately. "Please keep fucking your slut," I yelled. He stated, This load will be saved for tomorrow so that I can provide Kristen with a huge creamy load. Tonight, you don't need any cum."
He ignored the protest as he rolled me over onto my stomach. As he encouraged me to be thankful for his orgasmic fling, he slapped me. As he lay front to back, he shoved my face into the pillow. "Maybe some anal will all that you get tomorrow night after I have had her pussy," he said, placing his hard on at the entrance to my ass hole. Perhaps you do not merit the sensation of me in your pussy."
He arched me back and pulled my head back toward him as he placed his hand on my throat. "My submissive wife will get me in her ass right fucking now," he proclaimed. He stuffed his dick into the hole in my a**. Without lubricant, it burned. He responded, "Aww, my little bitch is complaining that it hurts," when I screamed that he was hurting me. Good! I want to feel pain. I want you to keep in mind who is in charge here.
You are mine. You are my very own naughty toy. My toy, which I can abuse. I also intend to abuse you right now. harmed you. Make you beg for my approval. Request that I take your sex. I beg you to hurt me!"
I screamed out in real pain as he rammed into my entire body. He gave my body time to adjust before giving me a powerful pounding on the back of the head. I pleaded with him to take my sex. He begged me to be used. Because I am a fuck toy and fuck toys are abused, I begged him to hurt me by abusing my dry arse.
I pleaded more for his cum because I knew he was getting close to cumming. Kindly hand me your cum. I require your sex in my arse. I require you to utilize me in the manner in which I was designed." Because he wasn't finished with my two other holes yet, he pulled out and instructed me to get a warm washcloth to clean his cock. I thoroughly cleaned and rinsed his dick.
"Did you wash my dick good, because it's going right into your mouth," he said. Suck the cock that just fucked you, yay! You are so filthy and filthy that it hurts! I adore the fact that I will fuck another pussy tomorrow night and that you will beg me to taste my cock and put it in your used pussy. I'll beg you to tell you how comfortable and snug she makes my dick feel. You will tell me how much you want me to make you dirty and beg me to keep fucking you. How dirty a cockroach-hungry whore are you?
"I want to be your favorite pussy to fuck," I said as I removed my mouth from his cock. "Shut the fuck up and suck my dick," he said. I own your pussy, so it's just convenient. I like to put you in your place and fuck other girls. Trixie, where are you located? Where the hell do you belong?" As he slid into my throat and held my head down, he pushed my head down. He let me take off his dick as I started to gasp for air and then asked, "Where do you fucking belong cunt?"
I exclaimed, "I belong beneath you," as I gasped for air. Handing you your cock. pampered your cock." "That's right, Bobby," You are inferior to me. I let you do something, don't I? I, don't I, ALLOW you to be used as the filthy, cum-hungry, cock-pleaser that you are. Spread your legs out on your back in front of your Master. I will serve your purpose."
He laid on top of me after I flipped over onto my back and spread my legs. Your thighs and legs are so smooth and beautiful. Your pussy is so silky smooth. I'll split you up with another man. As he sank his hard on into my hot pussy, Bobby said. He pumped my pussy for a few minutes as he lay flat on top of me. I groaned like he did. That is my lovely lady. Enter your little fuckhole with your husband. When I put my dick in your pussy the next time, it will be covered in slobber from another very sexy woman Cuckquean Wife."
My spine was shattered by yet another potent My Cuckquean Wife orgasm. "I'm a filthy fucking cunt," I yelled. Please cum in me tonight, please. Please put your cum inside your fuck toy and give it to me as a gift." As he exploded on my clit and pussy lips, he pulled out and jerked his dick. Your pussy does not merit my attention. Still not. You will get my second load tomorrow night if you fuck Jay and make him happy. It comes from a smaller, filthy cock. You are entitled to that, and you will receive it." As his cum covered my genitals, he said.
"Suck my dick clean as you rub my cum into your pussy." That is correct. I need proof that you are pathetic. Cleanse my dick. Get the cock that won't cum in you tonight by sucking it. Suck the cock that will make you soiled the next day. Kiss my balls and worship my cock My Cuckquean Wife. Show it that you are thankful to be fucked at all." As I worked my mouth to clean him, he said.
"Have at it." Rib ordered. He guided my lips to his nipple as I climbed up to him. That girl is exemplary. Let me hold you until I fall asleep as you suck my nipple. After that, you can tidy up and go to bed.
He wrapped his strong arms around me his Cuckquean Wife as I crept into bed. directing me to place my head on his chest. He said, "Trix Cuckquean Wife, you know how to make a man feel powerful," as he squeezed me up to him. granting my wishes and letting me have my way. That is a good strategy for keeping a man content in life. I adore you, brat. Good evening. My Cuckquean Wife"
He started snoring right away, and I smiled. I can't wait for tomorrow's date night! I am such a filthy person my Cuckquean Wife.
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My Cuckquean Wife
I suppose we’ve been gradually building up to this for a long time. However, what transpired over the weekend was the real trigger. Perhaps I should move back a little. I need to briefly describe us and the occurrences that preceded the upcoming events that my husband and I anticipate this afternoon.
I am Cuckquean Forum Tracey. I’m 28 years old. My significant other is 34. Our marriage has lasted six years. Before we got married, we didn’t really talk much about having kids. However, shortly after the wedding, we discussed the matter and decided to postpone having children for five years.
We talked it over toward the finish of those five years and concluded we appreciate pausing. We appreciate it such a lot of we chose to simply continue to stand by. The truth is that neither of us really qualify as parents. When kids don’t have to live with us and belong to other people, we like them. When we realized that neither of us has a strong desire to reproduce, we were both relieved.
Cuckquean Forum is about 195 pounds and 6’2″ tall. He is extremely intelligent and attractive, and he is still able to dress in the same clothes that he wore when he graduated from high school. In point of fact, I believe he still wears some of them! It isn’t so he’s excessively modest to purchase new ones. He simply enjoys what he enjoys. He wears similar damn things each end of the week while he’s relaxing around the house.
I’m 112 pounds and 5’6″ tall. I can also continue to wear my cheerleader costume. I do so occasionally, when the mood strikes. I have always been blonde. I have eyes of blue. I have an exceptionally slim figure and little bosoms. Like most ladies, I assume, I wish my bosoms were bigger. However, Cuckquean Forum seems perfectly content with the slender pair I have, which fit well on my petite frame. Goodness, and Cuckquean Forum says I have an ass like a fifteen-year-old.
I don’t have the foggiest idea what he’s doing checking out at the asses of fifteen-year-old young ladies. However, I disregard it for however long it’s my butt he returns home to.
We both have a healthy appetite for sex, and I believe we have both improved greatly over time. We’re turned on by basically exactly the same things. We were both pretty naive at first, but now that we’re on our own, we’ve learned a lot. The list of things that attract us has grown over time. We are open-minded and willing to try new things.
When I show off a little, it gives us both a lot of energy. On the interstate, I’ve flashed truckers. It sounded like harmless fun to us when we read about it. It was a rush from the get go. However, it appears so impersonal. What’s more, when one of those large fucking trucks begins floating into your path at seventy miles an hour it can truly kill a sexual buzz.
I like to wear uncovering clothing when we go out. We frequently eat out. I never pass up a chance to show my pants to a guy or guys at a table nearby when we go out. And the waiter’s sneak peeks when he sees a small flash of nipple on my top are not accidental. Cuckquean Forum and I are both turned on by those things, and we always end up going to bed later and laughing ourselves silly.
Light bondage is another fun little game we like to play. We don’t like anything heavy S&M. Torment is a clear no. However, leather cuffs on ropes are permanently fastened to the four corners of our bed. I love to be powerless, restricted and prodded for a really long time.
I appreciate it however much Cuckquean Forum loves doing it to me. Also, trust me women, it’s far and away superior with the blindfold on. When I’m restrained and blindfolded on our bed, I’ve never felt so free to have some good hot sex as I do now.
That has been how we’ve spent entire weekends. Cuckquean Forum will blindfold me and fasten my cuffs. He typically takes out his camera and takes fifteen to twenty photos of my naked body. The teasing then begins. He gently ruffles my sensitized flesh with his fingertips, a soft shaving brush, or a soft feather as he goes over my body.
He sometimes acts cruelly. He repeatedly brings me to the point of orgasm before abruptly stopping. It drives me into a sexual free for all and I have shouted as loud as possible over and over, beseeching him to let me cum.
He does at times. However, he frequently makes me wait. He will frequently talk to me in his quiet, sexy voice, telling me how hot I look and threatening to call some of his friends to invite them over while he lies next to me and teases my body. He tells me that he will let them photograph my helpless naked body, touch me, and then fuck me until they can’t get it up.
When I listened to his soft voice making those delectably evil threats in my ear, I reached orgasm on numerous occasions. Additionally, I frequently yell, “YES!!” during my long-awaited orgasm. DO IT! Call them, please! Allow all of your friends to fool me!
Usually, at that point, he loses control, jumps on top of me, and he fucks me half to death, which is a very pleasant death. As he violently fucks me, I cum repeatedly while pulling at my restraints like a rape victim trying desperately to avoid a fate worse than death.
Additionally, once we reach orgasm, the process resumes. To keep our strength up, there have been numerous weekends when we only stopped for bathroom breaks, a glass of water, and occasional snacks.
Wow! Writing this down makes me sweaty!
Returning to what I had to say. Two of Cuckquean Forum’s friends live nearby. Tyler is one of them. Cuckquean Forum and Tyler have been companions since secondary school. Tyler is a wonderful man. He’s somewhat thick, yet entirely not fat. At least not yet. He probably will be one day. I might want to start yelling at him. Everybody loves Tyler. He is, in my opinion, the most entertaining person I’ve ever met.
He makes me laugh. He always makes us laugh. He has a unique ability to tell a joke or a story. One evening, after a party, after the vast majority of the visitors had returned home, four or five couples lounged around in our terrace while Tyler made wisecracks and entertaining stories the entire evening. When we decided to go to a nearby restaurant for breakfast at seven the following morning, he was still going!
Tyler doesn’t have a lot of success with women. He has been hitched once and he has had a line of committed relationships throughout the long term. He falls hard for women, but he always falls for the wrong ones. It’s miserable truly. I think he’d made an extraordinary spouse and as I referenced, he really wants a decent lady to bother him a tad.
So that’s Tyler and my husband Cuckquean Forum. Cale is the third musketeer. Cale is a little older than me. He’ll be forty on his next birthday. Cuckquean Forum met him at work and they became companions very quickly. After we got married and bought our house, Cale and his wife lived next door to us. We, the four of us, and Tyler and his current love of his life frequently get together. Sadly, Cale’s cancer-stricken wife passed away nearly four years ago.
Cale was a disaster area for quite a while after that. But we watched him closely and made sure he wasn’t always alone. Until he started to get back on his feet, I fed him and helped with his housework. He is now very quieter and more serious than he was before. But he is a wonderful individual.
There’s nothing on earth he wouldn’t do for you, regardless of whether he knows you. He is the most giving and caring person I’ve ever met. When I think about how much he misses Jennifer, I still cry from time to time. Since then, he hasn’t looked at another woman. Despite this, four years later.
Over the years, Cuckquean Forum, Tyler, and Cale have become very close. Naturally, they are also friends of mine. However, they do a lot of things for guys together. When Cuckquean Forum built a home theater in a section of our basement, I started to be included in their small group more often.
He walled off an enormous part of the storm cellar, introduced a first in class 85 inch, TV and a sound framework that can shake the house. We put in some cowhide chairs, several calfskin love seats, a costly floor covering with heap so profound you sink in up to your lower legs, and we fixed the walls with dim draperies to hold the bass back from blasting our eardrums.
There’s a wet bar and a cooler toward the rear of the room and a little however present day washroom through an entryway toward the rear of the room.
Now, almost every weekend, our two friends come here to watch at least one sporting event. I don’t obsess over sports like they do. However, I enjoy watching NASCAR and supporting the drivers I find adorable. Moreover, throughout the football season, we continue to support our respective college football teams. In any case, frankly, I spend time with them more since I appreciate their conversation than on account of any revenue in sports.
I always made it a point to dress kind of sexy when the guys came over. I like to tease and flirt with them, but nothing too obvious. They appear to appreciate it, as well. Additionally, it entices Cuckquean Forum to watch me with them.
The frequent glances down my tops have been beneficial to both men. Additionally, I rarely pay much attention to how close my knees are to one another when I am sitting around in a very short miniskirt.
This is a lot more fun for Cuckquean Forum and me than flashing truckers or strangers in restaurants. And when we talk about it later in the evening in bed, we always imagine what it would be like if it went beyond a small amount of unintentional exhibitionism among friends. However, it has always been merely fiction. We never really thought about using them for anything. Until the past week.
Last week we were watching the race. For me, the race was particularly boring. Early demise befell my current favorite handsome driver. That’s not all that unusual. When he was out of the race I lost interest. I soon drifted off to sleep on one of the couches.
That occurred early on in the race. I sat on that couch for the next three hours while the guys watched the race. That day, I was sporting a crop top and a miniskirt. My sexy little thong was showing through the bottom of my skirt as I slept.
At first, Cuckquean Forum didn’t notice. He glanced at Tyler and saw him staring at me while he was not paying any attention.
Cuckquean Forum turned to see what had piqued Tyler’s interest. He later told me about it, saying that he was immediately criticized. My skirt had risen so high during my sleep that the entire front of my thong was visible. My small opening was only partially covered by a thin piece of spiderweb fabric, so not much of it was visible.
Quickly turning his gaze, Cuckquean Forum He didn’t maintain that Tyler should realize he’d been gotten. But after that, he watched over both Cale and Tyler. He quickly realized that the two men were more concerned with me than the race.
Cuckquean Forum let me know later that I snoozed spread out and uncovered like that for quite a while. But eventually I rolled over onto my back, and the crop top I was wearing started to come up to the point where the bottom third of my breasts were visible.
My provocative little tank top just barely scarcely covered my areolas. I lifted an arm and draped it over my face shortly after, still sound asleep. When I did, the crop top went up a little more, showing the bottom of my nipples. At that point both Tyler and Cale were gazing brazenly at my undeniably uncovered dozing body.
Tyler glanced over to see that Cuckquean Forum was aware of my exposure and that both men were having trouble not looking at me shortly after my nipples started to show.
Cuckquean Forum told me that Tyler had never been so humiliated in his life. The poor individual attempted to mumble an apology. Cuckquean Forum claimed that he laughed as he raised his hand and said, “Hell Tyler! I don’t think a man should look. Isn’t she pretty damn hot, right?
To make sure his best friend wasn’t mad, Tyler gave Cuckquean Forum a long look. He then slowly nodded and turned around to look at me.
Cuckquean Forum claimed that so as not to wake me, he had turned the race’s volume down to the point where they could barely hear it. After that, I caught their continued attention for a number of minutes.
Cuckquean Forum said Cale murmured in amazement, “She’s so amazingly gorgeous!”
He then stood up and walked over to the couch where I was sleeping soundly. He claims that his initial intention was to conceal me. I don’t know if I believe him.
He reached down and slowly raised the crop top until my breasts were completely exposed, rather than covering me up. When he exposed my breasts, he heard the loud gasps of both men. He said that realizing his two closest companions were gazing at my tits was so thrilling he nearly came in his jeans.
Cuckquean Forum kept standing there and staring at me. He said it was everything he could do to hold back from arriving at down and crushing my areola. He continued to stare briefly. He was so exuberant at first that he wasn’t even aware that Tyler and Cale had gotten up and were standing on either side of him, staring down at my pantyhose and exposed tits. All three of them were close enough to touch my nearly naked body. He was so excited.
Cale had murmured, “We ought not be doing this. It is wrong.”
Tyler had replied subtly, “Maybe not. But she likes to brag. She does it constantly. She wouldn’t be upset, in my opinion.
Cuckquean Forum concurred with them both. He was unsure of his actions. He could have lowered himself to cover me once more. Or he could simply have left me alone. He reached down and slightly raised my skirt instead.
They remained over me for quite a while before Cuckquean Forum said, “I want a fucking brew! I’ll be back quickly. Do you all need one?”
The two of them gestured. They appeared to be unequipped for discourse. He ignored the wet bar and went upstairs to get three beers because he wanted to give them some time alone with my sleeping, very exposed body. He adjusted the hard-on in his pants as soon as he left the room.
After a few minutes, he went back down. Still observing me from behind the couch, the two men were still there. What’s more, the two of them had clear erections. He claimed to be almost sorry for them, particularly Cale.
He gave them each a brew and following a couple more minutes they generally plunked down. Cuckquean Forum stated that they occasionally glanced at the race, but by that time, no one was really paying attention.
He said that I shifted slightly in my sleep a few times after that when he told me what had happened while I was asleep later. However, I remained so exposed for the remainder of the race. I had been wearing no top for close to three hours!
I hadn’t fallen asleep for the entire time, something Cuckquean Forum and the others were unaware of until we went to bed that night. There was still about an hour left in the race when I woke up. I had slowly awoken. My hand slid down onto my stomach as I moaned softly. I didn’t look around.
I considered going back to sleep for a while longer when I heard the race droning on still. It took me a moment to realize that my clothes were not in good condition.
I figured that maybe my skirt had ridden up. I felt tingly at the thought that the guys might be able to see my thin thong. At first, I didn’t realize that my breasts were exposed!
With the intention of assessing how much of my tiny thong was visible to my husband and our two close friends, I slightly opened one eye. I almost screamed when I saw my breasts completely exposed!
In fact, I am unsure of my actions’ justification. I don’t know why I didn’t scream and hide. That is not an honest response, no. I do understand why I did not respond. The greatest electric shock of pure sexual excitement shot through my body as soon as I realized that so much of me was exposed, so I didn’t scream or cover up. I don’t think I was this energized whenever a kid first contacted me, or even on the night I lost my virginity