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This is was a desire he expressed even back when we were just dating. When I do get to work, I keep myself fairly busy, but make sure to send Dale naughty texts. It gets pretty heated, turning more into a cyber-text chat. I even have to slow down a bit because I'm causing myself to become overly aroused. I don’t linger, not wanting to have theat “what’s your weekend plans” conversation with my co-workers. By the time I do, I run upstairs and strip out of my clothes, leaving on just my nylons, knickers and heels. I let out a light giggle, kissing him, followed by a soft moan. His hands slide up to my breasts, cupping them through my bra. It’s then that John starts to take charge, kissing along my neck, biting gently on my ear lobe. I don’t think he has noticed someone else in the room yet. “You just behave yourself, unless you want me to spank you in front of our guest. His mouth devours my breasts, biting into them, sucking on my nipples. I go back to the bed, where John has been watching, stroking his cock. I crawl between his legs, dropping my hot mouth down onto him, just like I had been doing to Dale. His fingers tangle in my hair as his cock slides deeply in my throat with each thrust. He pulls his cock from my mouth, saliva dripping off my chin. Repeating the cycle once more, for an equal amount on either side. John’s fingers move up to my hips, gripping me tightly. “Do I get to find out who our mystery guest is now?

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I, for one, had never considered myself as dominant. However, I wanted to make my husband feel as satisfied as I was in our marriage and in our bedroom.

I started to take the role of being the dominant one in our relationship.

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

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

“Takes one to know one, my love,” he grins, still not looking up. Its then he finally looks up, noticing what I have on. My fingers caress over his cock, feeling him grow thicker.

I slip my knickers on, picking a pale pink bra to match. I can’t help but smile, for when he does notice, he is going to be a mess. He lets out a slight groaning shiver and I instantly feel his cock growing harder. He kisses me deeply, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I ride his cock hard and fast, not wanting anything romantic or sweet.Introduction Turning your husband into a cuckold can be one of the most rewarding things you ever do.When I sit to put on my nylons, I wait to see how long it takes him to notice. With my nylons on, I get up and circle around the bed. Leaning into him, I place a single kiss on his ear lobe, my hand sliding down under the covers and gripping his cock. I grip it tighter in my embrace, stroking him lightly through the thin fabric of his boxers. It is primal lust, need and desire for one another. He loves knowing that not just his seed is buried deep inside me whilst he does it.It was and is sexy to walk around naked with him crawling behind me, wanting to touch, but knowing he can’t. * A year later, with me now firmly in the dominant role, I found myself wanted to explore even further. One of my favourite songs is on and I sign along to it. John has already started to quietly get undressed quietly get undressed. “I won’t get up, not until you say,” he says in his most submissive voice. I tremble, leaning back into it, wanting the treatment. At least, not this time,” I grin at John, who smiles at me, winking in agreement. I do want to do it again, many times to come,” Dale says. My husband has always told me how sexy it would be to see me being fucked by someone else. The day has just started and it is already a great one. When he finishes, he comes over to the bed where I pull him on top of me. I can see his cock thicken all the more and a tiny drip of pre-cum slipping down along his shaft. John’s hands move behind me, unclasping my bra before removing it all together. I’m rather enjoying the mystery of you not knowing who is about to be deep inside me.” “As you wish,” he says plaintively, knowing he will only be punished if he tries to push the matter. I suck deeply, gripping my lips tightly around him. He does it again and again, but on the other cheek, once, twice, thrice. “Now, now, remember who makes the rules,” I say, swatting playfully at his now limp prick. I haven’t yet told him what is going to happen I want it to be a surprise. Dale is well aware something is going to happen at some point today, butt he has no idea what. Going back downstairs, I grab one of the dining room chairs before going back up into the bedroom. ” “How the hell am I supposed to say no, seeing you like this? His eyes stop at my chest, where my breasts are peaking out a little too much. John isn’t as tall as Dale, but he still stands tops at over six feet. I’ve been so horny all day,” I whine and moan, followed by a giggle. That is when Dale notices something, or someone, is here. When he is happy with my tightness, he leans in and licks me through my knickers. John releases my knickers for a moment, only to yank them hard back up, pressing harshly against my clit. He hands them to me, where I take them and fling them towards Dale. Opening my lips with his fingertips, his tongue is hot and erotic against my swollen clit, which is aching for him. My first orgasm is strong, I grip the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white. His fingers find their way inside me, fucking me without mercy. He begins to writhe, twisting slightly, holding back his need to orgasm. He slowly begins to rock his hips, letting the head press in and probe me gently. I start to moan, watching him and with what John is doing to me. I’ve randomly surprised him like this before, adding new dimensions to our sex life that he has enjoyed. I think to myself that I might need to invest on a good proper chair for the upstairs. His build is a tad bit rounder than Dale, but with thick, broad shoulders. His blonde hair is strikingly beautiful, complimenting his brilliant blue eyes. A girl could get lost in them if she isn't careful. “I’m pretty sure that makes three of us, doll,” John smiles. His tongue lapping at my clit, through the thin fabric. Swirling, darting, lapping at my clit and pussy, he suckles delightfully at my soaking snatch. I quiver, sending myself into outer space, thrusting my hips upwards as John holds them down. Dale, all the while, is almost writhing in his seat, so much so I begin think he is going to erupt at any moment. He is breathing heavily, moaning with fear of coming. I softly whimper, feeling myself becoming all the more turned on. His mouth on my nipple, he sucks hard, thrusting into me without care. I encourage Dale to come, wanting to see how much seed he has built up from all the excitement. I once bought him a butt plug and made him wear it to work. I find the best angle in the bedroom before placing it in the far right corner. I draw the shades close, closing out the sun, which is shining brightly into the room. They give off a soft glow, perfectly lighting the room. I buck my hips towards him, wanting to feel his tongue directly on my clit. He dines on me like he has not had pussy in a while. My clit is swollen hard again, I reach under and toy with it. He fucks me harder and each passing moment my moans grow. We’re all moaning, shivering with need, so close to impending orgasms. I’m shocked he dares to jerk so fast, being afraid of coming. His tip glistens in the light, pre-cum running down his shaft. He starts to come, stiffens hard, before shooting such a big load. I sent naughty photos of myself to him and told him he wasn’t allowed to come the entire day. He is finally going to get to see me in action with someone else. When I’m happy with the room, I take out what needs to be used and head back downstairs. Come on." I take his hand, leading him into the dining room. He glares at me in frustration, clearly showing me how hot and bothered it was. I ghostly dance my fingers over it as he teases me so. I have a feeling he likes the scene that is created between Dale and me. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him in my mouth suddenly.

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