When you leave an ultra-jealous wife home all by herself while you prance off to a resort in Orlando Florida to do God-knows-what with your flat-chested cunt of an assistant, well, you only have yourself to blame for the consequences.
And by “consequences” I mean coming home to find that your wife has taken a new bull.
I’ve never been one to use the term “bull” lightly. It takes a special kind of sex appeal and dominance to be a bull. Raef, for instance, was a bull. And my alpha, well let’s just say that he’s the king of them all.
The mantle of bull comes with privileges. A bull gets things that other men don’t deserve – first and foremost of which is priority status.
This all makes sense in the greater scheme of hotwifing. The goal, after all (at least mine, anyway), is to experience the more primal experiences that life has to offer. The ones that sweet and loving middle-aged providers simply aren’t equipped to provide a woman.
It’s a throwback lifestyle, really. To a simpler, less civilized time where the more hormonally gifted males took the pleasure that can only come from between a woman’s legs - and often did so to the exclusion of her gentler, much less dominant life partner. At least until his raging needs were finally abated – at which point she would be released back to her domestic life unbathed and unscathed. Well, mostly unscathed😊
So yes. A new bull. And while he might be educated in the sciences, he’s most definitely primitive in all the ways that matter.
I told my kids that I had a dinner meeting after work last night and rolled in at around 10:30. Unbathed and unscathed. They barely batted an eyelash.
2022-03-10 16:33:54 +0000 UTC
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My husband left for Orlando bright and early yesterday morning with Raef, Chrissy and a handful of other ambitious individuals. This week he’ll be extremely busy meeting with members of the NRA and other like-minded conservatives. And while the defenders of “family values” that are congregating this week in Florida are certain to make some good things happen, I’m also fairly confident that the sex-worker industry will be thriving for the next several days as well. Such is the life of hypocrites.
But one person who won’t be enjoying the “by the hour” company of y0ung women is my husband. I know that much for a fact - Because on Sunday night I caged him up myself.
Not coincidentally, Raef texted me yesterday afternoon. It’s the first time we’ve chatted in over a month and a half, and he “graciously” volunteered to keep an eye on Scott and Chrissy for me. And while I thanked him for his less-than-sincere offer, I made certain to let him know that I have absolutely no concerns about Scott this week. But that’s not stopping Raef from continuing to stoke the flames with my husband, who’s already complained to me a dozen times or so about the incessant teasing from Raef (and Chrissy!) about his chastity device. A small part of me almost wants to let him cut the lock on his device – just to show them - But that’s not happening.
On the home front, I’ve been struggling a bit with the incident last week involving my session with Joann, and I definitely had some trouble falling asleep last night as a result. As I lay in bed in the pitch black of the night, I couldn’t help but wonder what my husband was doing. I’d texted him good night at around 10:45 central (which is an hour behind Orlando), and he hadn’t responded. So, like any woman in this situation, my imagination began to run a bit wild.
I started thinking about my husband’s mouth. In all honesty, Scott might have the sexiest mouth ever. His teeth are straight and white, and his lips are made for kissing. But it’s his tongue that I simply can’t live without – and what he’s capable of achieving with it is completely unparalleled in my experience. And I’ll admit, the thought of Chrissy sitting her soaked cunt on my husband’s face and feeling the magic of what my sweet hubby can do makes my face flush crimson with rage.
But I’ll admit, there’s also a not insignificant part of me that can’t help but be a little curious.
So after laying wide-eyed and obsessing for what seemed like an hour and half (with still no “good night” reply from Scott), I eased my fingers beneath the waist band of my panties to “test the waters,” so to speak. I wasn’t just wet - I was swollen. And aching.
Maybe I was just horny in general, who knows. But I simply can’t help myself. There’s definitely a part of me that wants to see my husband make that bitch cum with his mouth.
Locked in his device, of course.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
2022-03-08 22:22:25 +0000 UTC
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My husband is leaving on another work trip this week with Raef and Chrissy. This one will be the longest yet. An entire week in Orlando Florida.
While I’m not exactly happy about it, things have improved enough in our marriage over the last couple months that I’m handling this trip pretty well. Plus something happened recently in a solo session I had with Joann that really has me rethinking the entire situation with Chrissy.
For some reason I can’t quite remember, we were talking about the power of dreams and I mentioned in passing that I’d recently had a bizarre dream involving Chrissy. Joann’s eyebrows raised themselves in a way that signaled a clear prompt for me to continue, so I elaborated. In the dream I was wandering through an unfamiliar labrynth of a home looking for my husband. The place was decorated in an ultra modern west coast fashion and completely devoid of people. But there was this black cat. The cat, which seemed neither friendly nor sinister, would put me through the same routine over and over. I would approach it, presumably in an attempt to either pick it up or pet it, and at the very last second it would scurry away. But the cat would never run completely out of my line of sight. It would always stop at a sufficient distance, reposition itself, and wait for my next futile attempt. Like some common fool, I became absolutely obsessed with catching this elusive little feline asshole. Over and over again we would repeat the process - as though we were locked in some form of eternal ritual.
Deeper and deeper into the bowels of the architectural monstrosity I was led, until finally, I heard the noise. It was faint at first, but over time it slowly grew louder. And as the cat methodically drew me closer and closer to the source, I began to make it out. It was the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure.
For what seemed like hours the cat and I engaged in this infuriating dance, with the moans of the female increasing in intensity as the two of us grew nearer.
And then finally, without any sense of warning, I found myself standing at the doorway to the source. The moaning at that point had transitioned to what can only be described as wails of pleasure. The woman on the other side of the door, whoever it might be, seemed to be experiencing an unending orgasm, and a cataclysmic one at that
I stared transfixed at the door, uncertain as to what to do. It was at that point I felt the familiar sensation of a cat rubbing itself against my lower leg. This feline, which had made it its mission to lead me to this door, was now beckoning me to enter.
With more than a hint of trepidation, I reached for the knob. My hand shook as I began the slow turn that would once and for all reveal the identity of the woman on the other side.
But before I could complete this one simple task, the cat, perhaps frustrated by the glacial pace of my efforts, transformed itself into a gale force wind that blew the door open with a surprising vioIence.
And there, on the middle of a magnificent bed (straining beneath the weight), lay fat Chrissy - her legs splayed obscenely apart.
But as fate would have it, she was not alone. Perched between her ample thighs was none other than the face of my beloved husband.
In a state of utter shock and disbelief, I stared transfixed. Rage began to well in the pit of my stomach, and my fists clenched as a tsunami of hatred and jealousy swept me uncontrollably toward my nemesis. This would mark her end.
But just as I reached the edge of the bed, her orgasm simultaneously arrived at its crescendo - at which point the cunt raised her head in triumph, locked her eyes with mine, and then vanished into thin air along with my sweet husband. Leaving me alone once again with the cat and the exhos of her laughter trailing off in the distance.
When I’d finished recounting my odd dream to Joann, I began to gather my stuff in preparation to leave. In my mind, this little storytelling event had been nothing more than a slightly interesting aside at the end of our session, and most certainly not a substantive part of it. But as I made my way toward the door of her office, Joann stopped me in my tracks with the oddest of questions.
“Were you aroused when you awoke from this dream,” she inquired.
Turning to face her, I replied that I’d awoken that morning as aroused as I’d ever been from a dream.
“Interesting” was all that she said in response. “We’ll discuss this more at your next session.”
2022-03-05 21:13:53 +0000 UTC
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How was your day?? I’m writing a story for you now 😈 A little throwback to some fun I had with Scott a while back.
2022-03-04 02:23:47 +0000 UTC
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It’s Tuesday! So if you love boobs, specifically MINE, this is for you. 😘
2022-03-01 14:57:44 +0000 UTC
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Lazy Sunday. Join me back in bed?
2022-02-27 17:22:06 +0000 UTC
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Saturday’s are for posting hot little teasing clips. Don’t forget to check your DM’s 😉
2022-02-26 23:06:52 +0000 UTC
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JOI free preview. Brand new vid dropping today. 9:48 of me doing what I do best. Sending to your DM’s today. Message me if you want it.
2022-02-26 19:02:49 +0000 UTC
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I got a DM from the physics teacher on my way into a therapy session yesterday with Joann. It was my very first dick pic from him. My jaw dropped when I opened it.
The first thing I did when I walked into her office was show it to my husband, who was already sitting there waiting patiently for our appointment to start. I could tell from the look on his face that the thought of it penetrating his wife’s tight little pussy was already filling him with anxiety. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the greatest way to start our session.
But I’m fairly certain that I breached every protocol known to couples therapy when I showed the pic to Joann and confessed how much I’d rather be worshipping what was in it than sitting in her office with her and Scott.
I said it with a laugh that hopefully conveyed the impression that I was joking. But I don’t think either of them bought it😆
My brand new JOI (Jerk off Instructions) video will be available tomorrow. I’ll be taking off this blue little number and guiding you step by step to an orgasm. How does that sound? 🥵
2022-02-26 05:55:03 +0000 UTC
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Last night as hubby and I lay in bed kissing, I gave his face the familiar little thing I do to signal that I’m ready to have my pussy licked.
Like a good boy, he eagerly complied. And when he remarked, somewhat offhandedly, about how wet I was, I couldn’t lie to him.
The honest truth is that I’d been continuously soaked since the conference with our son’s physics teacher. His looks and build aside, there was just something mesmerizing about his manner. The man, who I’d place at around 35 or so, exuded the kind of confidence that I’ve found generally comes with the ‘manhood’ to back it up.
At one point during our m33ing, I literally zoned out and imagined him looking my sweet husband directly in the eye and gently ordering him to go stand watch outside the classroom door. In my fantasy, I too looked my husband in the eye and mouthed the words “it’s okay, sweetie. I have this.”
In any event, as hubby’s talented tongue found its mark on my special spot, I began to tell him my fantasy surrounding our son’s teacher. Beginning with how he wasted no time in unceremoniously bending me over his desk on top of a neatly arranged pile of ungraded quizzes and pulling my cute panties to the side.
And I told him how looking at the quizzes filled me the prospect of possibly discovering the elusive formula for accurately predicting the amount of time it will take for the tight and loving pressure being applied to a thick and fully erect bull shaft by a given married vagina to elicit the sexy bull’s ejaculation.
But thoughts of receiving my Nobel Prize were abruptly shattered with one quick and decisive thrust of teacher’s massive endowment. As my eyes instantly rolled toward the back of my head, all thoughts regarding higher mathematics were immediately subsumed by pure and abject biology.
So Primal, savage and rough was my breeding that I unfortunately could not come even close to containing the sounds of my own arousal - leaving next set of parents on the schedule with an unusual combination of befuddlement, amusement and discomfort in the presence of my clearly embarrassed sweetie-pie.
It was at that point in my little bedtime tale that the magic being provided through the generosity of of my husband’s tongue became too much to bear. And at the very second that the orgasm I’d just experienced on my husband’s handsome face subsided away into the ether, I vowed to send my new acquaintance a follow request on Instagram.
Definitely more to come on this…
2022-02-23 13:01:29 +0000 UTC
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Words cannot describe how excited I am to see my husband this evening. It’s definitely more than just needing to have his sexy mouth on my pussy too. But I won’t lie - that’s obviously a huge part of it. And I’ve already decided to cuff his arms to the bed tonight. I love the feeling of power over him that it gives me. Plus, I have something in store for him that definitely warrants their usage😉
Because, as happy as I’ll be to see him, part of me’s also pretty pissed off about the incident in the elevator with Chrissy. It’s like I simply can’t make the right decision where that cunt’s concerned. Ever. I mean fuck, I put my husband in a chastity cage when he travels, and it ends up turning her on. The bottom line, I’ve decided, is that we’re probably way too much alike than I’d care to admit. Which means I should have a much better handle on how to deal with her than I do.
So anyway, I’ve decided that tonight my husband will bear the combined brunt of of both Chrissy’s transgressions and my ineptitude. And by that I mean he most certainly won’t be getting released from his chastity cage. And his release from the restraints is going to come at a three orgasm minimum, which I’ve loosely calculated at requiring about 45 to 50 minutes to accomplish - at a minimum.
But I’m already thinking that it could easily run over an hour, because while I recover from my first and second orgasms, I’ll be repositioning myself so that I can lower my asshole right onto his mouth for a little refractory per!od make-out session. I can usually get myself completely recovered and ready for another orgasm in about 2 or 3 minutes, but I love having my asshole eaten so much these days that it’s most likely to run a bit longer than that. (Sorry not sorry, baby)
After my third and final orgasm, and only then, am I going to ask him if my pussy tasted a little different than it normally does. I’m going to say it with a wink and a smile as I look him directly in the eye from above. I haven’t exactly decided if I’m going to come clean, metaphorically speaking, about who it was that got to use it last night. But between you and me, it was a certain college athlete from across the street who desperately needed a 2am booty call.
And one thing is for absolute certain. I won’t be getting literally clean from that hot little quickie in our basement until my husband unwittingly takes care of it with his mouth. Then we’ll be even.
And if he takes issue with any of this, I’m going to let him know - in absolutely no uncertain terms - that these little punishments (warranted or otherwise) will continue until Chrissy receives her termination notice and modest severance package. So the ball’s in his court.
On a side note, our y0ungest son is having a bit of difficulty with physics this semester. So we’ll be skipping our weekly session for tomorrow with Joann to mee+ with his teacher. Who, incidentally, I’m actually friends with on Facebook. I’ve never hooked up with him, but let’s just say I wouldn’t put up much of a fight.
6 feet of gorgeous Italian muscle, smoldering brown eyes and a thick head of curly black hair can certainly have that effect on a woman.
Interesting times😊
2022-02-20 18:34:33 +0000 UTC
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My husband's away with Chrissy at weekend long evangelical jerk-off session cleverly disguised as a "conference on development."
And don't feel bad if you mistakenly interpreted the focus of the event as being on personal development or the development of a ministry to the needs of others. Becuase it most definitely is not about either of those. "Development" in this instance applies to fund raising (i.e. separating the more ignorant and easily manipulated among us from their hard earned money). That's the business my husband's non-profit is in. And buddy, let me tell you, business is boomin'.
But I digress. The real point of this post centers around a series of texts between my husband and Chrissy that happened during the very wee hours of this morning.
Scott: Look. I'm sorry. I just can't
Chrissy: No need to apologize. You're a very good husband. So much better than mine.
Scott: I don't know about that. You for sure deserve better than either of us lol
Chrissy: Anyway, I should be the one apologizing. trying to kiss you in the elevator was stupid af
Chrissy: Let's chalk it to the vodka. deal?
Scott: deal
10 minutes later.
Chrissy: uggg.... I'm wide awake. I know it's so ridiculous. But I have this crazy thought in my head...
Chrissy: ...Of you eating me out right after a quickie between me and the cute bartender we were chatting with.
Chrissy: ....In nothing but your cute little cage she makes you wear lol
Chrissy: So FYI. I'm just going to slide my hand into my panties and imagine I'm sitting on your very handsome face rn.
Chrissy: You know where to find me if you'd like to turn this little fantasy into reality. Minus the quickie with the bartender lol. obviously
To his credit, my husband did not reply to Chrissy's shameless late-night attempt to get her pastrami-ass-looking cunt licked by my sweet and caring husband.
So I've decided that when he gets home tomorrow night (assuming no additional evidence today warranting otherwise), I'm going to pour him a very expensive scotch and let him unwind as he regales me with the mind numbingly boring details of his weekend. Then, when he's suitably relaxed, he's going to experience the kind of face sitting session the man truly deserves. One that doesn't run quite as high of a risk for death by asphyxiatlon 😆
With his cage still securely fastened, of course. Oh... and I'm definitely going to try wrangle up a cute bartender to complete Chrissy's depraved little fantasy (or at the very minimum, a sexy lacrosse player or two)
I'll let you all know how it goes😉
2022-02-19 20:35:27 +0000 UTC
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As an evangelical, I’m certainly no stranger to attending worship services on the sabbath.
This little video happened to be shot by my more than a little envious hubby in the wee hours of one of those sabbaths this past autumn. On that particular Sunday, I think it’s safe to say that this little whore attended two very separate and distinct services.
Shortly after this was shot, my horny y0ung bull kicked my sweet husband out of our bed and took me for his own in the pitch black of our hotel room for over an hour. Hubby listened helplessly as my alpha stretched and filled my tight pussy in ways that he’s simply incapable. And my moans were a hymn of praise that rung through the hallway of our hotel and beyond.
Later that morning, at exactly 11:26 in fact, I dutifully took my place in the pew next to my husband for worship service number two. Neither of us had slept for more that 3 or 4 hours, and I chose to forego a shower in favor of catching an extra 20 minutes or so of shuteye.
As I sat there listening to the uplifting opening number being performed by our very talented contemporary band, I couldn’t help but look around and wonder to myself how many other of the “pious” women in our congregation were incubating the seed of an endowed y0unger lover still laying asleep in a wrecked and stained hotel bed. And how many of those had been inseminated with their husbands lying but a few feet away?
I simply couldn’t be the only one, could I?
And perhaps it was me projecting, but even the pastor’s pretty wife seemed sheepishly guilty of something that morning.
2022-02-17 14:32:18 +0000 UTC
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Jamarcus flash forward
I could tell from the light through the window that dawn had just broken. I looked across the bed at my husband. He was still fast asleep. I quickly identified the noise that had roused me from my sleep. It was the unmistakable squeak from Jamarcus’s crutches, and it was coming from the end of the hallway. I automatically just assumed that he’d gotten up to use the restroom, but as the faint squeaks gradually grew louder, I realized that J was making his way toward our bedroom.
“What the fuck?” I thought to myself. “He wouldn’t dare….” I bit my lower lip ever so slightly as I let the thought about what Jamarcus might possibly be daring trail away. Now fully awake, and still in the clutches of the perpetual state of arousal that had gripped me tightly for the last three weeks, I feverishly began to hope that my bull was feeling brazen enough to take my pussy right underneath my husband’s sleeping nose.
“Brazen, indeed,” I quipped under my breath as I saw his massive silhouette appear in our doorway. Leaving his crutches by the door, J gingerly creeped around the bed and quietly crawled underneath the covers behind me. Up until the last week or so I’d still been able to sleep on my back relatively comfortably, but lately I’d only been able to sleep on my side facing hubby.
As he snuggled in behind my warm little body, I could instantly feel his long thick penis ease its way gently between my soft ass cheeks. The b0y was ready to party.
“What the fuck are you doing?!,” I sternly whispered over my shoulder, grinning in disbelief. “John is sleeping less than four feet away. This is crazy!”
“Relax baby,” J replied cooly. “Your man knows this pussy all mine. That why he wear that cage when I’m here. And if he’s got a problem, he free to go sleep in one the other 8 bedrooms.”
He was right about one thing. J definitely owned my pussy on our little sleepovers. But this particular scenario was entirely different. J wasn’t here for our “playtime,” as we called it. He was literally doing his post-surgery rehab at our house, because my husband wanted to make sure that his prize defensive end not miss even a single game of the upcoming playoffs.
“He’s not even wearing his cage right now,” I whispered through my teeth. But it was too late. Jamarcus had already committed to consummating this little encounter. And frankly, while I remained intent on at least giving off the appearance of unwillingness, my pussy had a mind entirely of its own these days. And it was firmly in line with Jamarcus.
“Quit playin’. You know you want this dick up in you, bitch.” he queried as he grabbed me by my wrist and placed my hand on his thick erection. It never ceased to amaze me how something so large could completely engorge itself in no time flat.
“Fuuuuuuck. I do goddammit,” I responded immediately.
And with that, I was now fully compliant, both mind and body, in J’s pursuit for pussy.
“Help me get these panties off at least,” I said imploringly. It wasn’t as though I was far enough along to not be able to handle the task on my own, but it would’ve meant releasing his mammoth erection long enough to accomplish it, and that was something I wasn’t willing to do.
Lifting my hips ever so slightly, j made quick work of the assignment, leaving me completely nude between him and my still, as of yet, sleeping husband.
A woman can instinctively tell when her cunt is wet and swollen enough to accommodate a beast like the one on Jamarcus. I knew I was ready for my bull. So, shifting my hips ever so slightly, I positioned the tip of his bare penis at my opening. Needing no further encouragement from me, J began to slowly ease his thickness into me, inch by exquisite inch. I found myself biting my lip yet again, this time hard.
Concealing the effects of being penetrated by J from my husband was never easy under the best of circumstances. But if I was going to allow my lover to complete his underhanded little objective without alerting my husband to his presence, it was going to require a monumental effort on my part. One I wasn’t even remotely certain I was capable of.
For its part, my tight married pussy offered zero resistance on John’s behalf. Quite to the contrary, it was gleefully giving my bull the red carpet treatment, and it wasn’t long before I felt my lover at the hilt.
For what seemed like eons, j held himself in place with the tip of his penis lodging itself firmly into the entry of my cerv!x. The slight discomfort from such a thorough invasion only seemed to enhance the exquisite sensations that come from having my most intimate parts stretched and owned by my bull. Without even realizing it, I was already on the precipice of orgasm. Instinctively, I reached between my legs to cradle Jamarcus’s heavy sack, drawing his massive testicles upward and into direct contact with my inflamed clitoris.
Instantly, my body was racked by an earth-shattering climax. I clenched my teeth as my mind unleashed a psyonic scream I feared might rouse my husband. And for what seemed like an eternity, I experienced wave upon wave of cataclysmic orgasm in complete silence.
As the cascades began to slowly abate, I could literally sense the smirk across Jamarcus’s face. He genuinely loved bringing me to climax in the presence of my husband, and this time had been no exception. The fact I’d somehow managed to experience it in absolute silence only enhanced his delight. I let out a long sigh, which signaled the return of my higher functions.
It was now time for Jamarcus to get his.
As he began to slowly pulse his hips, I knew this would not be the typical animal-like fucking J was so adept at giving me. Stealth was in order. Deciding that we’d pressed our luck enough to this point, I clenched my cheating cunt around his shaft, intent on quickly coaxing its ejaculation.
“Damn, bitch. Yo pussy want this nut,” J astutely noted.
“It does for sure, stud,” I cooed in reply. “Now give your bitch what she needs so she can get her ass back to sleep for another hour,” I laughingly quipped.
With that, Jamarcus began to pick up his rhythm. And in no time flat, my vagina milked my bull of his huge, virile load.
Jamarcus lay quietly, his spent penis still lodged inside of me and slowly softening. He removed his hand from the swollen and tender breast that he’d been clutching tightly throughout his orgasm and gently placed it on my growing belly.
And then, in a state of complete contentment, we both drifted off next to a still-sleeping John.
2022-02-15 17:17:54 +0000 UTC
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Happy Valentine’s Day! Have any plans? Anyone special you’d like to spoil? 💘 😉
2022-02-14 13:59:13 +0000 UTC
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I might have an oral fixation. Any complaints?
On autorenew? Sending you special Valentine’s Day vid DM’s tomorrow morning. Seriously hot and let’s just say, AMAZING POV for you. Not on autorenew, probably should do that now. 😉
2022-02-13 19:31:46 +0000 UTC
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When you have a pretty pussy, you tend to want to show it off. 😏
2022-02-12 23:02:49 +0000 UTC
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Happy Saturday! What are you doing today? 😈
2022-02-12 15:57:18 +0000 UTC
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Sometimes it’s nice to simply make love with your husband. Not all sex needs to be completely unbridled with a y0unger more virile lover. It’s certainly not what I want. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that the pussy hubby gets is as pristine as it was on our wedding night😆
Enter Jamarcus chapter 5
As I picked myself up and dusted myself off, hubby began to come around.
“Sweetheart, are you okay? Why are you laying here like this?”
As he sat up, his eyes opened to lock onto mine, and I was immediately reminded that I was almost completely nude and still a complete mess from my night with Jamarcus. I covered my breasts out of a reflexive sense of modesty and kneeled down beside my husband.
“Sweetie,” I said, bringing my voice down to a whisper. “I don’t know what if anything that you might have witnessed last night, but you have understand something. None of this is about us or our marriage. I swear to God, baby. It’s just that something happened at the cove the other day. Something that made me realize I needed to step up to protect our daughter. Walk with me to the cove and let me explain,” I implored.
My husband listened quietly as I explained my actions as we walked to the cove. I explained how Jamarcus had stumbled upon Steph and me bathing, and how Steph’s nude body had seemed to spontaneously awaken an arousal in Jamarcus. I quickly clarified that Jamarcus had done nothing untoward or inappropriate at the cove that day. His body simply responded in a way that any healthy y0ung man might. But even so, I explained to hubby that the incident had been a wake up call.
“Sweetheart,” I said grabbing him by his hand and stopping abruptly on the trail to face him. “You have to understand something.” My eyes got large in emphasis of my next point. “Steph and Marty haven’t told anyone else this yet, baby, but they’d just started trying to have a baby before we came on this trip. She had her IUD removed about a month beforehand.” It was at this point that I seized on the opportunity to put the entire situation in the proper perspective. “Baby,” I continued, “our daughter is literally in her prime reproductive years right now and on zero birth control.”
I searched my husband’s face desperately looking for some semblance of understanding.
Not completely satisfied with his response, I went on. “Honey, are you following what I’m saying? This thing with Jamarcus has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with us or our marriage. Sweetheart, I love you sooooooo much, and I swear on my own life that I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me,” I finished.
My eyes darted back and forth between his. I was desperately trying to gauge some reaction in his expression, but all I could glean was what seemed to be an immense sadness.
“I watched the two of you last night,” he replied after several seconds of silence, his voice shaking. “I mean as much as I possibly could,” he clarified. “But even as dark as it was, I still had a pretty clear picture of how much you seemed to really enjoy it.” With this last sentence his voice trailed off, and he quickly looked away. I could see his eyes begin to well with tears, and my heart broke. I had to find a way to explain what my husband had witnessed.
“Baby, you have to understand something,” I said pleadingly. “Look at me, sweetheart,” I said taking his face into my palms and redirecting his gaze toward mine. “A woman’s body isn’t always in complete alignment with her heart and mind. Listen to what I’m telling you. There is absolutely nothing about Jamarcus that even remotely attracts me to him on an emotional level. Not one thing, I swear to God!”
Then, at the risk of undermining any goodwill I’d somehow managed to regain up to that point, I went on.
“But you have to understand something, sweetheart. Jamarcus’s penis is absolutely gargantuan; completely unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. When it was fully inside of me last night, it triggered something. Something primitive. I’m not even kidding when I tell you that my brain completely shut itself off. That woman last night wasn’t me. I mean, it was obviously me in a physical sense, but I wasn’t completely conscious at that point. I swear, baby, I was operating on pure instinct.”
“That might all be true,” my husband immediately shot back at me, “but it doesn’t change the fact that you fucking came harder than I’ve ever seen in our 30 years of marriage!”
My husband now had tears running down both of his cheeks. He had seen, or at least heard, the cataclysmic orgasm that had ripped though my body the moment Jamarcus had inseminated me the night before. Instinctively, I reached out to embrace him. I knew there were no words that could explain my body’s response to Jamarcus. But maybe I could somehow show him that there was no other man who could hold a candle to him where my heart was concerned.
That was when, as I held my husband tight against my bare breasts, I felt the unmistakable evidence of an erection. To my utter astonishment, my husband was exhibiting his first non-viagra assisted erection in almost a decade!
This, I quickly determined, presented a golden opportunity, but I was faced with a massive dilemma. My vagina was still swimming with a copious load Jamarcus’s semen. I needed to make a snap decision, and I chose to go with the moment.
2022-02-12 03:17:22 +0000 UTC
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4th installment of my literotica series coming bright and early tomorrow morning. In the meantime, peruse my Menu of Goodies:
1. B/G/B Bull fucks me while hubby gets his dick sucked. Juicy CREAM PIE 💦 $7
2.B/G Bull bends me over and fucks me as moan and gasp with every deep hard thrust. My husband zooms in for some nice asshole and pussy closeups of his enormous cock stuffing my tight little pussy. (9:30) $7
3.B/G/B Hard core penetration from my bull while I tongue hubby’s cock hovering over my face. It finishes with my husband helping hold my ass cheeks apart for my bull to enter my tight little asshole (7:00) $7
4.B/G: Me worshiping my alpha’s cock and balls that shows my pretty face being stuffed by some seriously cock😊 (4:34) $7
5.B/G/B: On my back, bull’s cock in my mouth and then my pussy, hubby’s hovering his cock over my mouth. (6:57) $7
6.BJ cum slut. I swallow every last drop like a good little girl. (2:30) 😈$5
7.Compilation vid from the first time my alpha bull completely obliterated my hotwife cherry 🍒 (8:00) $7
8.B/G Cuckolding my hubby. Starts with cage on, he licks me to orgasm then I let him out of his cage to fuck me. $5
9.Ass play with nonstop close up on my pussy and asshole. Watch hubby playfully insert butt plug into my asshole (5 min) $5
SOLOS:
10.SQUIRTING Lots of dirty talk😏 (10 min) $5
11.SQUIRTING, multiple orgasms from your POV. Turn up the volume so you can hear me talk dirty to you. (6:00) $5
12.Strip tease and hot pussy rubbing. Watch my face as I cum so hard for you. (6:11) $5 (Halloween)
13.Dirty talk/teasing/tits in your face/ovulating/ wet pussy/masturbation (4:36) $5 (Christmas slutty elf)
14. JOI: I control your jerking and control you. I will walk you through exactly when you can stroke and when you can cum. (10:00) $5
2022-02-10 02:38:49 +0000 UTC
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Say you’re married and available without saying you’re married and available. 😏
What do you think?
2022-02-08 23:50:39 +0000 UTC
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There is nothing more beautifully natural than a female losing control…. Whether married or single, we’re all vulnerable to men like Jamarcus. So enjoy the next installment😊
If a significant part of a woman’s role is to keep her man’s darker desires satisfied, then the reality for me was that I was now Jamarcus’s woman for all intents and purposes.
In the span of approximately 48 hours, my life had been turned completely upside down - even within the unusual context of having been shipwrecked on an uninhabited island in the Mediterranean. I had willingly assumed the role of lover for my husband’s stud defensive end. But it had been a transactional arrangement. I had agreed to be Jamarcus’s sexual outlet for the remainder of our stay on the island, for however long that would be, to achieve a greater purpose. In exchange for his open access, Jamarcus agreed to keep his enormous black dick (and more importantly, his undoubtedly virile DNA) out of my fertiIe y0ung daughter’s womb.
Even when taking into account the utter chaos it had thrown my life into, I still considered a good deal. Which is why, in the immediate aftermath of my husband’s and daughter’s abrupt departure from our camp, I made the decision to dry my tears, gird up, and start living up to my end of it.
I went to Jamarcus that night telling myself that I would punch the time clock, take care of my business, and then punch out again. And Jamarcus, for his part, seemed to have also gotten the same memo. He was (quite impressively) fully erect by the time I managed to free him from the confines of his shorts. And out of either some bizarre sense of polite respect for a female elder or a curiosity at how I might mange this peculiar situation, he allowed me to take complete control over our encounter.
So, breathing a sigh of relief that my face wasn’t already being forcibIy pressed into the dirt as Jamarcus attempted to fit himself inside my snug, married cunt, I took his thick dark shaft into the gentle grip of my palm and began to slowly stroke it back and forth. If everything at that point had gone according to my plan, Jamarcus would soon be shooting a hot load of cum all over his own midsection. And like any good transactional whore, I would dutifully clean him before quietly returning to my side of the camp. Mission accomplished.
The problem, however, was that the wheels came off of my plan almost from the very outset - And ironically, in no part whatsoever because of anything done or said by Jamarcus. It was all because of the tremendous heat radiating from every cell of his manhood. Coupled with the rhythmic gliding of my tiny white hand in the dancing firelight, it instantly had an almost hypnotic effect over me. And that in turn triggered an awareness deep within me that I wasn’t just engaging in some mechanical act that I’d determined was a means to an end. I was a woman actively participating in a highly intimate act with a very desirable member of the opposite sex. And that one simple subconscious mental connection made me instantly realize that I hadn’t felt like a woman in years.
To Jamarcus I must have looked ridiculous as I stared unblinkingly mesmerized at his penis. To a man like my husband, I assumed that a penis like Jamarcus’s would most certainly be intimidating. It certainly was to me as well, but in a much different way. I was currently facing down the very real and present danger of being fully impaled by this specimen, and that prospect filled me with equal parts of both trepidation and curiosity.
But it wasn’t until a low pitched moan escaped from the depth of Jamarcus’s throat that I truly lost control of the situation. Because at that very instant, the light from our dying campfire reflected a glint at the tip of his massive erection that every cell in my female body screamed for me to taste. And with that, I reflexively leaned forward and gently kissed the gorgeous tip of his erection, simultaneously coating my lips in the delicious dollop of his precum that awaited me.
And as the delicate scent of this y0ung stud’s masculinity filled my nose, I not only lost complete control of the situation but of myself.
For those on autorenew, check your DM’s for the rest of this vid ❤️
2022-02-06 23:13:42 +0000 UTC
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I’m literally old enough to be my bull’s mother, but I would pretty much spread my legs for him when and wherever he wanted.
In fact, sometimes during Sunday church services I fantasize about sneaking out during the sermon I’m pretending to listen to to lay on my back and open my legs for him on the sofa in the foyer of the ladies lounge.
In my fantasy, after I’ve hiked my skirt and pulled my panties to the side, our pastor’s wife walks in on us. But my bull is way to horny to give a fuck and continues to take my pussy as though she’s not even there. Gladys, shocked by our primal mating, stops cold in her tracks. From her vantage, the frigid preacher’s wife has the perfect view of his thick alpha penis plunging in and out of my cheating cunt. I lock eyes with her for a brief instant before the next animalistic thrust causes them to roll back into my head.
No longer having any reason to muffle my female sounds, I begin to moan in only the way a sexy little does when she’s getting her God-given needs fulfilled.
Gladys, not wanting scandal casting a pall over her husband’s house of worship, leans her ample figure into the door to prevent any others from entering to the visage of such wicked carnal delights.
Shortly thereafter, no longer able to resist the ministrations of my hungry pussy, my bull groans in release as he floods my sacred temple. Gladys, for her part, can only look on with a combination of shock and arousal, as she digs her fingers into her own aching clit. Even she cannot resist the effects of the pheromones filling the small room.
Afterward, as I readjust my now filthy panties and touch up my makeup to rejoin the congregation, Gladys confides in me a calling that she now has for a similar religious experience.
I smile to myself as I put my alpha’s number into her contacts. Turns out she’s not a frigid cunt after all - just another ordinary wife in need of a real cock.
2022-02-05 16:09:31 +0000 UTC
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Turns out that women aren’t so complicated after all.
On some occasions we want to make sweet, tender love with our husbands.
And on others we want to be fucked aggressively by our endowed alpha… While hubby watches… locked safely away in his chastity device… recording every single delicious moan that escapes his wife’s lips as her y0unger bull takes her pussy for his very own.
And then there are those occasions - the ones that usually happen right afterward - where you unlock your husband just so he can feel for himself (or maybe not feel is the better way of putting it😆) what your bull’s significantly larger cock does to his pretty wife’s pussy.
See? It’s all quite simple when you actually stop to think about it.
2022-02-02 23:06:47 +0000 UTC
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Sometimes, these things happen. 😏
2022-02-02 01:41:06 +0000 UTC
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Rise and shine you filthy animals. 😏
2022-02-01 11:23:32 +0000 UTC
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Since New Year’s Eve, I feel as though a huge weight has been lifted off my marriage. Scott and I are finally communicating openly again, and it feels wonderful. Ironically, some of it has to do with the flat-out incompetence of our therapist, Joann. But maybe that’s just what good therapy is - being the common enemy that regalvanizes a struggling couple. Another contributing factor might possibly be that I’ve completely ended things with his sexy y0ung boss, Raef. But whatever the case, I truly feel like things are headed back in the right direction.
Another contributing factor related to New Year’s Eve might possibly also be the handcuffs. I’ve made them an almost routine part of our foreplay since that night.
I absolutely relish the control that they give me when I want to sit on my hubby’s sexy face and cum. In that situation, he knows there’s simply nowhere for him to go, and the realization of it somehow brings out the best that his mouth has to offer.
On top of that, it’s the absolute perfect setup for me to relay certain little facts and tidbits (i.e. confessions) to my husband that he might otherwise be resistant to hearing. All in all, it has been an excellent accompaniment to our more traditional therapy sessions with Joann.
Last night around 10 as Scott was brushing his teeth before bed, I casually sat the cuffs on the vanity next to him and playfully told him to hurry his ass up because I needed him to assume the position.
15 minutes later, with my soaked cunt bearing down on his face, I told him how I wished so fucking badly that my alpha was in bed with us at that very moment. And that, in that very instant, he was lubing up my tight little married asshole to finally own it in the same way he owns my mouth and cunt. Then I confessed to him how insanely hot it would be to have him bringing me off with his amazing tongue at the exact same time my bull was sh00ting one of his huge loads into my ass.
I came almost the same instant that I said it. Hard.
2022-02-01 02:39:32 +0000 UTC
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Since my Packers are out, I’m rooting for the underdog. Congrats to the the Bengals!! Also, if you are on autorenew, sending you more of this vid to your inbox. Thank you!! 📥 🙏
2022-01-31 00:00:04 +0000 UTC
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Happy Thursday babes 😘 Be sure to check out my pinned posts if you are looking for some extra hot vids. 😉
2022-01-27 15:11:00 +0000 UTC
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Not to be basic…buuutt it is titty Tuesday 😏
Hope it was a good one for you. 😘
2022-01-26 01:35:30 +0000 UTC
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