I’m in the process of writing a new Conan storyline that seems to have hubby more than just a little excited, bless his heart. It will be called Conan and the Merchant of Mossomorro.
The gist is this. Conan camps his men in an extremely wealthy trading center that his army just captured. The victory puts an end to the current war, and Conan uses the captured city to give both him and his men some much needed rest and relaxation.
As youll see, Mossomorrow just happens to be the perfect place for it too. The city teems with curvaceous and amply-bosomed females - few of whom possess any clue whatsoever to the pleasures of being mated by aggressive and endowed warriors.
Sadly, the men of Mossomorrow, while adept at trade and amassing great fortune, have grown soft from centuries of abundance. And their pudgy and diminutive statures have ensured Conan and his men of many nights of delight in the resultant tightness that now awaits between the inviting thighs of their women. You see, most women in Mossomorrow have never felt their quims stretch to accommodate a real man.
But that, my friends, is about to change….
This sexy wife loves to keep her little body nice and tight so that big, strong, alpha males - ones possessing the kinds of cocks that take a woman’s breath - won’t have to struggle as much to take note of this huge set of fake tits popping out for their attention.
After all, that is why my sweet husband bought them for me - bless his heart. So if you stop to think about it, it’s the very least I can do😉
According to Homer, the Trojan War, which raged for a decade, was all about pussy. And even though he wrote about the majestic power that lies nestled between the thighs of every woman alive nearly two millennia ago, there’s much about the female vagina that’s only just now being discovered.
For instance, it’s a widely accepted misconception that the reason a woman’s vagina is so adept at pleasuring an aroused male is simply because of its otherworldly ability to lubricate.
But trust this sexy little hotwife. The truth of the matter goes sooooooo much deeper than that.
You see, when a female is attracted to a man… like reeeeeaaaaly attracted… the changes that take place in her cozy, little repr0ductive canal are so much more profound than can simply be described as a bitch getting wet. But this misconception can certainly be understood, given that it’s the moistness in the crotch of her pretty little panties that provides the clearest evidence of her need for penetration.
But her becoming wet for her lover is only part of this miraculous process, i assure you.
For instance, when you’re watching interracial porn and see a cute little blinde slut drooling and slobbering like a vegetable as her thr0at is being f0rc!bIy breached by the tip of a BBC alpha cock, what youre not witnessing is the massive amount of bl0odfIow being directed into the spongy tissue that makes up the mouth of her horny little cunt as a result of her bull’s less than respectful treatment.
It is, quite literally in fact, a surge of arousal that’s occurring deep within her pelvic region; causing her vaginal walls to swell themselves into the tightest little sleeve possible for her mate. And it’s that beautiful swelling that causes her cunt to ooze and bubble with its lubricant.
All of which invariably leads to her engorged pussy lips splaying themselves wide apart in an obscene invitation to her alpha bull… One that glistens with the promise of heaven. Even if only fleeting.
This, my friends, is undoubtedly what’s taking place inside of the hot little blonde in your BBC p0rn video- I promise you that much. And as these pictures of me pretty clearly demonstrate, there’s little a bitch can do to hide her true feelings for her man when she finds herself in such a state☺️
I have a continuation of my story about Travis written. Unfortunately, it has restricted words that aren’t pointed out to me so it is a guessing game of what words those are. I’m usually pretty good about getting around them. Rest assured, I will be posting that story shortly. It also makes me curious, would you join me elsewhere for my stories, where there is less restrictions? I obviously can’t advertise it here because that is also against the rules.
Taking the day off to run a few errands and stop in to see my stylist. She’ll no doubt be chastising me for the abysmal state that my hair is currently in.
But I might be able to deflect her criticisms with an ace i have in my sleeve. Because right after my appointment I’m meeting for a quick drink in Evanston with a potential new BBC bull. I’ve been cultivating this one carefully. He’s a 21 year old athlete at Northwestern and has a serious feti$h for sexy older women - preferably married. Just thinking about how laborious it’s going to be fitting the entire circumference of his massive cock inside my snug little married pussy already has me swooning like a Wildcat cheerleader lol.
Taking the day off to run a few errands and stop in to see my stylist. She’ll no doubt be chastising me for the abysmal state that my hair is currently in.
But I might be able to deflect her criticisms with an ace i have in my sleeve. Because right after my appointment I’m meeting for a quick drink in Evanston with a potential new BBC bull. I’ve been cultivating this one carefully. He’s a 21 year old athlete at Northwestern and has a serious feti$h for sexy older women - preferably married. Just thinking about how laborious it’s going to be fitting the entire circumference of his massive cock inside my snug little married pussy already has me swooning like a Wildcat cheerleader lol.
Hopefully the dick pic he sent me will deflect Alina’s criticisms over the abundance of holiday-inspired split ends I’ve accumulated since my last visit. After all, she is a fellow size queen 😈
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My husband looked at me with sheepish suspicion.
I, of course, paused for the slightest smidgen of dramatic effect.
“The best part?” Scott finally asked, raising an eyebrow.
“That part can wait one more minute sweetheart,” I said with a touch of feigned disappointment in my sweet husband’s clear lack of patience.
“First, I want to tell you Travis’s own special little fantasy about how things will go when he finally moves to Chicago,” i teased. “It’s so unbelievably fucking hot that I can’t wait to share it with you.”
“In fact,” I continued undeterred by my husband’s adorable eyebrow, “Travis actually promised that if your penis goes even the slightest bit soft while i stroke you to his hot little fantasy, he’ll call the whole job transfer thing off - Isn’t that sweet of him, baby,” i said in confident summation.
Scott was definitely hard. The scent of my fertiIe pussy never failed to do the trick. And Travis, in all of his exquisite deviousness, had picked the most perfect of times to hatch his master plan.
“Baby, Travis thinks it would be even hotter if you were to walk through the front door of your very own house to see him sitting right there in front of you… on your sofa …. and sipping on your finest bourb0n… like a complete fucking bastard.”
“In his little fantasy… which i have to agree with him, baby, is most definitely hot as fuck,” I said, firmly emphasizing my endorsement, “he subtly lifts his glass to you and says hello… But sweetheart, the funny part is that you can’t hear a single word being uttered over the commotion of all my gagging and slobbering.”
I continued my slow ministration to Scott’s adorable erection. The most remarkable thing about my husband’s cock is quite literally its adorableness. From base to tip, it is no-shit objectively beautiful. The only drawback that I can see from the female perspective is its clearly apparent lack of length and girth. To put it simply, it lacks a certain, shall we say, “intimidation effect” that a lot of females (myself included) tend to swoon for. But for this little wife, it’s way more than adequate… at least for three of the four weeks that make up each month😏… but I digress.
“Baby, Travis predicts that as the anger over your bourb0n begins to dissipate, you’ll probably notice that his other powerful hand has a very firm grip on the base of your pretty wife’s ponytail… except that I probably won’t look so pretty to you in that particular moment.. at least, that is, according to Travis. He thinks you might not appreciate the whole ‘image’ of it all. At least at first, anyway. You know the image I mean, right sweetie?”
My question to Scott was clearly meant to be rhetorical, and I gently squeezed his penis to cement our mutual understanding of that fact. The image intended to greet my husband would be one of Travis’s complete and total dominion over Scotts’s pretty little fat-titted wife.
“Sweetheart,” I cooed as i began to stroke him with a slightly increased sense of urgency, “Travis said that he hopes that you appreciate his thoughtfulness at not having to be confronted by his thick alpha cock the second you walk in after a hard day at the office…. So, to make things a little easier for you, he thinks it might be a little more appropriate to have every last single thick and beautiful fucking inch of him shoved into the deepest and tightest recesses of your sexy wife’s throat.”
I continued…
“Travis said that his face might look like it has a bit of a smirk on it when you first walk through the door, but not to worry… he wants you to know that’s just the face he tends to make when he has a cute little bitch’s larynx wrapped around the most sensitive part of his cock…”
I smiled broadly at Scott as I increased the intensity of my stroking, pleased that his precum was providing more than ample amounts of lubrication.
“Travis definitely doesn’t want you to mistake it for any type of disrespect on his part. Oh!, and speaking of mistakes, he wants me to let you know that you probably should take a second or two of reflection before you decide to do anything that you might regret later. You see, according to Travis, a lot of husbands will tend to overreact in these heat-of-the-moment-type situations. And Travis, being the big teddy bear that he is, obviously doesn’t want you foolishly getting yourself hurt for no good reason.”
“Baby, you obviously know how long and thick Travis’s big black cock is,” i stated with a tone of concerned understanding in my voice. “So he worries that seeing my sexy lips completely stretched around the base of it might make you panic a bit right at first…. And that your concern might even be compounded somewhat by all of the mascara running wildly down my cheeks. Not to mention all the spit and drool coating my face and dripping obscenely all over his lap and the sofa,” I finished up my introduction with a vicious little giggle.
“Baby, Travis thinks the look on your face is going to be so fucking hot… and I definitely have to agree. I honestly hope that i have a decent view of it when Travis’s little fantasy finally comes true. In fact, When Travis told me last night how much he desperately wants you to come home to see his sexy alpha cock buried in your wife’s throat, i have to admit… I could literally feel myself soaking the crotch of my little thong. I hope you don’t mind, sweetheart, that I might actually even want it more than him.”
“And that’s the part that Travis wants me to be absolutely certain to emphasize to you…. How much I’m going to absolutely be fucking loooooooving it,” i slowly drawled to my husband as I gently cupped his tightening scrotum in the palm of my other hand.
“The gagging noises will probably be the worst for you, Travis and I think…. But just because he has a firm grip at the base of my ponytail… I promise you sweetie… it won’t mean that he doesn’t have my full consent.”
At this point I stopped stroking my husband’s penis and looked him directly in the eye.
“So baby, before you do anything silly, Travis thought it would be soooooo sexy for you if you maybe took a step to the side to give yourself a slightly better view of your wife’s naughty little cunt…. We’re both pretty confident that you’ll feel so much better when you finally see my pussy… when you see how its splayed open and literally oozing and bubbling with arousal for him.”
Confident of my husband’s complete and absolute attention, i again began to stroke him… this time toward what would undoubtedly be his own massive orgasm.
“Honestly sweetheart, how could a woman’s cunt possibly be so bright pink and swollen and glistening if she wasn’t absolutely loving the treatment she was getting?”
“It couldn’t,” i said in response to my own question.
“But the best part of his fantasy, sweetie, is how he’s going to reward your slut wife for having such a tight and accommodating throat for his massive cock.”
As Scott’s resistance began to wane, it was becoming apparent that he was falling under the spell of perhaps the most fatal enchantment ever cast - the scent of a beautiful female’s ovuIating cunt. I cast a quick glance over my shoulder to confirm the presence of his adorable erection taking form beneath his equally adorable white boxer briefs. The word “Victory” flashed across my subliminal consciousness.
Finally comfortable that Scott had resigned himself to his predicament, I was ready to return to the task at hand - which, to put in the basest of terms, was to allow myself to be brought to climax by my husband’s mouth while somehow also maintaining the presence of mind to recount the conspiratorial machinations formed mere hours prior by myself and my dominant lover as Scott slept in blissful ignorance.
And yes, you heard correctly. I was most definitely ovuIating. A condition, in fact, that was clearly not lost on Travis, who had purposefully waited to reveal his surprise when i was at my very weakest. And “weak,” I might add is putting it mildly.
“Baby…,” I said with a bit of a gasp as the gentle waves of pleasure i was enjoying began to build in both frequency and intensity.
“Baby, Travis and I were texting last night about how much you’re going to grow to love coming home from work… or maybe from one of your mid-week business trips… to find Travis in this very bed with your naughty little wife.”
Scott moaned reflexively at the prospect, unintentionally sending ripples of delight to the deepest vestiges of my swollen pussy. While He would never be so bold as to actually admit it out loud, my husband was thoroughly add!cted to watching me satisfy my bulls. And while Travis was most certainly a breed apart from the others, it was his utter domination of my tiny married frame that gave Scott his most powerful orgasms. A fact that undoubtedly filled my husband with a heady mixture of anxiety and conflict.
“We were texting about…” I stammered somewhat breathlessly just as my husband hit my mark.
“Oh my fucking god, keep your tongue right there you dirty little b0y,” I snarled at my submissive husband.
Grinding myself even harder into his chin, I continued…
“We were texting about how insanely hot it will be for you to hear your slutty wife moaning like a whore for another man as you toss your keys onto the foyer table. And how excited you’ll be as you follow those unmistakable moans of female pleasure to your very own bedroom to find your wife astride her bull, feverishly attempting to fit his every last inch into her drooling cunt. Sweetheart, I promise you from the bottom of my very soul that your penis will be rock fucking hard as you watch me methodically devouring Travis’s thick cock, inch by beautiful inch.
“You know what an effort it can be for me to accommodate all of him, don’t you darling,” I drawled tantalizingly. “Maybe you’ll be lucky enough on some days to get home in time to witness the entire process in all of its natural beauty,” I said now looking him directly in the eyes, my voice dripping with type of affectionate taunt that only the luckiest of cuckolds can truly appreciate.
The truth is, watching my struggle to take Travis into my tiny married pussy is most assuredly not dor the faint of heart. But For my husband, who requires no such labors on my part, the sight must cut to the core of his very manhood.
There is, of course, the initial breach by my lover as the tip of his magnificent shaft finds the swollen and tightly cuffed mouth of my entrance. Followed soon thereafter by the excruciatingly slow descent as my greedy married cunt anguishes to stretch itself around its seemingly ever-thickening guest. And then, with the bIo0d now beginning to pound furiously in my ears, I’ll invariably reach that point where I feel as though i’m being rent in two by my endowed lover, thereby giving rise to the almost obligatory retreat upward as i slowly raise my hips to regroup and begin the entire process anew.
But It’s at this precise point in time that my husband is almost assuredly met with a second sharp pang, as he bears unmistakable witness to the true scope of his wife’s affection for her bull glistening from the portions of his shaft now being revealed through its brief withdrawal.
But hubby will have precious little time on which to dwell on such things, as his beautiful wife’s urgent assauIt on her objective begins to intensify by the moment.
Until finally he’s met with only the piston-like blur of his wife’s married pussy feverishly milking her bull.
“Just think of it, baby,” I now cooed almost reassuringly to him. “We can be having what we both need on an almost daily basis once Travis moves here next month,” I concluded before having one of the most expIosive orgasms Ive ever achieved while sitting on my husband’s sexy face.
After allowing myself a moment to recover, I slowly lifted my pussy off Scott’s face and curled up next to him on the bed. Taking his now achingly firm penis into my hand, i steeled myself to deliver the final death blow.
“But guess what sweetheart …” i said now beginning to stroke him to his own much-needed climax.
“I haven’t even told you the best part yet.”
“Baby,” I whispered softly in my husband’s ear. It was early on a Saturday morning, and Scott was firmly engaged in blissfull slumber. As hard as he works, i normally let him sleep in on weekends. But this particular morning was different. This morning I needed him conscious - or perhaps it’s more appropriate to say that i needed his mouth to be conscious.
“Baby, i need you to wake up sweetheart. We need to talk,” I gently cooed as he began to stir.
The lids of my husband’s eyes fluttered as he began to wake. He rolled from his side and slowly repositioned to a slight recline against the headboard.
“What’s up?,” he asked groggily, the sleep slowly beginning to dissipate.
“sweetie, Im so fucking excited I barely slept a wink last night,” I responded with appropriate urgency. “I was literally texting Travis until 3 fucking a.m.”
Texting my favorite bull into the wee hours wasn’t necessarily that uncommon of an event, but this time was decidedly different. We weren’t just sexting like normal. To the contrary … Travis had big news. And now it was time to share it with my sweet and devoted husband.
“Okay,” Scott replied with a slightly hesitant inquisitiveness, “Don’t wake my ass up at 7 on a Saturday and keep me in suspense. What the fuck’s going on? Is he coming to town or something?”
“Well… sort of” I replied, barely able to conceal the true scope of my excitement. “I’ll fill you in on all the details in a second, I promise sweetie, but first i need you to feel something.”
Positioning myself astride my husband, I grabbed one of his hands and guided it to the gusset of my gray cotton thong. To say I was wet would have been a massive understatement. The truth is, my cunt was literally swollen and oozing with need. And with Travis’s very thick and veiny ten inches still a three and a half hour plane ride away, what it needed at this precise point in time was my husband’s uber-talented mouth.
Literally dripping with arousal, I positioned myself across Scott’s face and lowered my cunt to his mouth. A jolt of electricity lit my cerebral cortex as the tip of my husband’s tongue landed its first contact on my exposed clitoris, already swollen to twice its normal size and throbbing for release.
“Baby,” i said struggling to maintain a modicum of composure, “i don’t want you to freak out - so you absolutely have to promise me that you won’t.”
My husband’s muffled acquiescence sent another wave of pleasure cascading across the expanse of my being.
“Fuuuuuck,” I reflexively moaned. “This is soooooooo what I needed.”
Through sheer f0rce of will, I steeled myself to deliver the proclamation that would forever alter the course of our wonderful life together.
“Baby, Travis is getting transferred to his Company’s office here in Chicago. Isn’t that the best news ever?” I exclaimed, desperately trying to elicit the same level of enthusiasm from my husband’s oral ministrations.
Clearly agitated at the news, Scott immediately began to wriggle out from beneath me. “Ugggg,” I thought to myself in a combination of disappointment and irritation. While his immediate reaction to my pronouncement was most definitely to my dismay, it also wasn’t entirely to my surprise.
The relationship between Scott and Travis was, to put it simply, complicated. You see, Travis didnt just fuck me way better than Scott. No, he stretched my welcoming vagina in a way that made it difficult to determine exactly where it was that I ended and he began. The most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced in my entire life have been with the tip of Travis’s massive penis lodged in the mouth of my very womb - a depth that my sweet husband quite frankly isnt capable of even achieving.
And Travis wasn’t just a man for whom my thighs parted reflexively. He took full ownership of me. And never more so than when Scott was present to watch - which was the circumstance that Travis actually preferred. Because Travis absolutely loved to rub his ownership in my husband’s face.
And while two or three times a year was narrowly within my husband’s tolerance bandwidth, here he was - faced with the cold hard reality of my alpha bull actually becoming a fixture of our everyday lives.
But if my husband had any rational objections to his new predicament, I most certainly wouldn’t be allowing him to voice them until the evidence of my much-needed orgasm glistened across his whiskers.
So, clearly resisting his efforts to remove himself from his current situation, i ground my aching cunt into his face and told him that he needed to be a good boy now and let his sexy hotwife tell him everything that her and her gorgeous bull had been texting about all night.
It was only fair, after all, that he heard me out entirely.
Ty Part 2! Merry Christmas 🎁
Somehow both inexplicably beautiful and threatening, Ty’s massively thick erection seemed to pulse with insistence as Scott parted my soft thighs for him. It was an act of submission designed to acknowledge the importance of my husband’s presence. He was by no means purely a spectator to the primal act about time follow. Much To the contrary, in fact. Scott was an essential component.
I blushed reflexively in a complex union of shame and arousal as I realized that my freshly groomed pubic region left little to the imagination in its current state. Yes, Scott had dutifully shaved it perfectly to Ty’s every last specification. But it was the unmistakable swelling sensation that told me that my pussy had splayed itself open in abject surrender to my bull. And remarkably, just as Dr. Singh had predicted, there was not so much as an ounce of concern on my part at the prospect of my husband seeing me so brazenly in heat for another man. All I felt in that particular respect was a bizarre sense of pride, one which was only reinforced by the dollop of precum that had formed on the tip of Scott’s adorable penis.
But the primary focus of my feminine need was anything but adorable. Its profound vascularity seemed to pulse with an equally masculine need. But it wasn’t simply the sight of my invitingly tight and swollen cunt that was fueling it. I literally felt as though I witnessed the brown of his intensely smoldering eyes cloud with animal lust as the powerful pheromones emanating from my aching pussy now filling the room.
And with that, i knew to my core that neither my husband nor I would be capable of stopping the events that were about to transpire. For my part, I had little concern that such would even be a desire. But for my husband, I feared that any misgivings at this point in time might result in his coming to actual physical harm. And while I certainly hoped that would not be the case, the fleeting thought of being ravished by Ty from behind over Scott’s bIoodied and unconsc!ous body somehow only made me even wetter for him.
As Ty positioned himself between my parted thighs at the foot of our bed, a cocky smirk splashed across his face the very moment his eyes locked onto mine.
“Those fucking eyes….” I snarled to myself under my breath.
The instant that Scott had so kindly parted my thighs for our bull, Ty’s gorgeous brown eyes turned their laser-like focus to the glistening pink folds being revealed for his inspection in the process. A jolt of panic hit me like a hammer. Would my sexy lover be pleased at the sight of my married pussy in such a clearly eager state? Seconds seemed to stretch into eternity as I anxiously searched for even the subtlest cues of his approval.
Until finally… those impossibly brown eyes… and that rakish smirk, leaving no doubt whatsoever as to this bull’s intentions. In that exact moment, I felt the instinctive pride that only a bitch in full rut can appreciate. The pride that comes from having a dominant specimen of male power poised at the mouth of her aching cunt to, quite literally, stake his rightful claim.
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Nervous,” I responded succinctly to my husband’s question.
The truth was, however, that there was simply no way of describing my feelings in that particular moment. Here we were, my husband and I, just moments from boarding a large Boeing aircraft for the sole purpose of attending a weekend retreat in San Francisco that would permanently alter the course of our very existence. The capstone event of the weekend, known only as “graduation,” would involve every single husband in attendance making their way, one by one, to the front of the impeccably decorated banquet hall and ceremoniously relinquishing his wife’s b!rth control piIls to our impossibly beautiful and ever so enigmatic hostess, Dr. Charlotte Singh.
Being a member of Charlotte’s Web, while no doubt both a privilege and an honor beyond compare, involved the kinds of leaps of faith that simply defy description to the uninitiated. Such, I suppose, is the case with many secret societies. But, somewhat ironically in the case of the Web, each and every last one of them would be based on the best scientific evidence and data available to man.
Or maybe it’s better to say “woman.”
Fast forward six months…
My mind screamed in the type of silent agony that can only stem from an unbridled female lust - one fueled by the most naturally potent hormonal cocktail known to exist. Sadly, the male brain knows no equivalent to such an exquisite t0rture. But. Dr. Singh had been absolutely right, pretty much down to every last single detail. Every cell of my body was indeed crying out to fulfill its divinely feminine purpose. And all because of a man that I barely knew.
Our newfound friend, Ty, seemed entirely too large and powerful to even exist in this plane of reality. Upon meeting him for the very first time, I absentmindedly wondered out loud if the breadth of his shoulders might somehow eclipse the entire height of my sweet and faithful husband.
“Sorry sweetheart,” I cooed in a markedly less than subtle admiration directed toward the commanding physique of our new acquaintance, “but you simply have to feel these delts.”
It was a memory that would never be purged.
Now, only a relative handful of hours later, my sweet husband, in demonstration of his abject faith and support to the Web’s greater cause, was kneeling with his back to the headboard of the sumptuous bed that formed the marital anchor of our master bedroom. My blonde hair lay sprawled adjacent to his knees. On my back, completely nude with the points of my full breasts unmistakably taut with desire, I already felt exposed and vulnerable. But nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of what I would experience as my husband leaned ever so slightly forward to take my knees in each of his hands.
Mykonos
My hubby and I vacationed Greece a few years back. It was our longest vacation to date, lasting an entire two weeks. With it being our first time there, we did a ton of touristy stuff of course. In fact, we spent an entire 5 days in Athens alone. But when we ended our trip with 4 days on Mykonos at a 4 star luxury hotel, that’s when things really heated up. On the first night there we met ‘Mr X.’ I can’t use his real name because he just happens to be an extremely well known basketball player in the NBA.
At the recommendation of the concierge, hubby and I ventured out to a hot nightclub called Babylon. The first thing I noticed walking in was MrX towering over the entire dance floor. After about 45 minutes in the club, MrX noticed me too. Targeted me is probably a better way of putting it. Without him evening knowing that I’m a practicing hotwife, he brazenly began hitting on me right in front of my husband. I had specifically chosen a dress for that night that emphasized my breasts (putting it mildly), and he zeroed in on them immediately. His compliment, which incorporated a reference to a huge load of his ejaculate, was so forward that it caught me completely off guard. After buying both me and hubby a drink, he essentially took me away from my husband, telling him that a woman as gorgeous as me deserved to be at the center of the dance floor. Once X had me there, I became his for the rest of the evening while hubby watched everything unfold from our table.
We danced for hours to the thumping music, with my breasts completely exposed for probably half the time. X made himself quite familiar with several other parts of my body on the dance floor as well, confirming for himself in fact how wet my married pussy was for him. And around 4am he swept my sweaty little body off to his suite without so much as letting me say goodnight to my husband. A member of X’s entourage delivered him message simply indicating that he would have his wife back in time for brunch tomorrow at Tropicana. For the next 4 hours Mr. X made me his woman. This stud had both the cock and stamina of Zeus himself, and he delighted himself to fruition in each of my three very willing and receptive openings before our night together was over. In fact, before that morning I’d never allowed a man to climax bare inside of my ass, but X didn’t bother asking my permission in any event. Around 10 am the next morning, a member of his entourage escorted me back to my hotel, and I quietly slipped out of my dress and crawled into bed with my sleeping husband. I was so exhausted from rutting all night with X that I didn’t even bother to so much as change out of my filthy little panties. I spooned against my sweet husband and immediately drifted off into a blissful sleep to the sound of waves cascading onto shore outside of our window. My last thought was of how excited I was to tell him the plans that Mr. X and I had made for the afternoon. Plans that this time involved all three of us.
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Dear Santa.
By my own personal estimation, I’ve been so unbelievably good this year that I wholeheartedly believe that my cozy little stocking deserves to be stuffed and stretched to its breaking point. For verification purposes, hubby confirms this assessment and will agree in writing to share any video evidence he may compile - free of charge for you, of course.
And if Christmas eve is too short notice for something tall, dark and hung, then anytime before the end of the first fiscal quarter of 2024 will suffice😆
Best wishes,
A wife in need
I’m happy to report that “Operation Little Black Dress” was a smashing success. As many of you know, hubby’s Christmas party was last night. As usual, it was a posh affair filled with the regular assortment of wealthy donors, zealots and hypocrites - all of whom overindulged on top shelf liquor, prime rib and caviar.
As is to be expected, Scott worked the room like a consummate professional, making certain that each and every deep pocket in attendance was fleeced to maximum effect. Conservative agendas obviously need lots of money.
My only interest, however, was in utilizing my feminine powers of persuasion to lure a certain y0unger business associate of my husband’s into our hotel bed. And that I most definitely did. Sadly, it has been far too long since Ive felt my tight little kitty so thoroughly stretched and filled by a man.
Unfortunately for him, Scott was unable to extricate himself from what I’m certain was an absolutely fascinating discussion on the scope of antisemitism on today’s college campuses when Raef and I made the decision to retire for the evening. By the time he finally made it back to our room, his arrogant y0unger compatriot’s thick penis was firmly ensconced in the vice-like grip of my needy cunt. I can only imagine the thoughts going through my sweet hubby’s mind as he heard the lustful moans of his whore of a wife from outside the door.
Little did i know, however, that Raef - the scoundrel that he is - had quite purposefully engaged the security latch on the room door. Leaving my poor sweet husband simultaneously locked out of both his room and his wife.
And from my somewhat disadvantaged position beneath my powerful bull, the only assistance I was able to provide to Scott was by straining to grip my sexy lover even more tightly while simultaneously cooing into his ear my aching need to be dripping with his load when i let my husband into the room.
I hope my husband appreciates the lengths that I go to for him😆
