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I love being naked for everyone. I hope you enjoy!

I was wearing only my silk robe as I was waiting, quite impatiently, for my husband. I wanted to surprise him, as we had been getting a little wilder in our bedroom life since the kids moved out.

Walking around naked was now semi-normal for me, and we fucked more now than we had in the last twenty years. And now we were starting to even share our fantasies and role-play some of them.

His favorite was where he watched me fucking another guy… and mine was where I could fuck several guys, sometimes at the same time, sometimes one after another until I could barely move.

Let’s just say toys and costumes were being used for both little role-play events! And boy did we role-play a lot.

As I heard the car door close, I undid the sash on the robe and walked hastily to the bedroom. I tossed the robe and felt the air flow across my naked skin as I climbed onto the bed. I was facing away from the door, on all fours. It was a position that would allow my husband to easily mount me.

I had tried on the tile floor once, a few months ago, as he would come in from the garage, but at my age, the tile just wasn’t comfortable, and this was a lot better.

I heard my husband call out for me, and I called back, telling him where I was.

“You know I brought some coworkers with me,” he said.

I smiled. I liked the idea of jumping right into role-playing, instead of just talking about it.

“Bring them in here. I can’t wait,” I called, still facing away from the door.

I heard my husband gasp just a little. “Are you really wanting to share yourself with them?”

“If you are?”

I heard nothing other than the opening of a zipper, and I felt the bed move as someone climbed onto it.

I felt his hands grasp my hips and then line themselves up with my pussy. “You know you never need a condom with me,” I said as I heard some fumbling behind me.

With that, they pushed into my wet pussy, and I heard a slight moan. I never heard a moan from my husband. I loved how he went all-in on the role-play.

My lover gripped my hips and fucked me hard and fast, nice and deep as I reached back with one hand and rubbed my clit, making me cum almost instantly. Behind me, the guy feeling my pussy contract, squeezed out his own cum and pumped it deep inside my pussy with a manly grunt or two.

“Oh, that was good,” I said, sinking down on the bed.

“I know, so hot,” my husband said, walking around in front of me. “I bet you could go for another fuck right now, couldn’t you?”

“You know me so well,” I said, looking at my husband.

He nodded, but not quite at me. I wasn’t thinking about it until I felt the bed move again.

“Let me give you something you want,” he said, unzipping his fly. 

Out sprang his hard cock, and I licked my lips. Then I realized, how could his cock be hard if he had just fucked me.

As he moved closer, I opened my mouth and let his cock slip past my lips. My eyes widened as I felt another cock slip past my other lips.

My husband was slowly face fucking me, as I realized I was in the middle of being spit-roasted, and I had no idea who was fucking me. I tried turning, but with a cock in my mouth, I couldn’t, and I didn’t want to let go of my husband either.

I thought back to the dozens, no... hundreds of times we had role-played this, and how I had cum, begging him to make it a reality for me. Could I blame him for making it a reality for me? He had told me he had coworkers with him… I had asked for it. I wanted it… if I didn’t, I would have checked to see if he was pretending or not.

I relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the cock fucking my used pussy, while I was face fucked by my husband. He was taking his time with me, enjoying my slutty little mouth, taking all of him in while someone else blew their load inside my pussy.

I pulled off his cock for a second. “Anyone else?” I wondered, not knowing how many people had come home with him.

“Aren’t you a greedy little slut,” he said, which got a few laughs. “Not today, but if you need me to…”

“No, I just want you to fuck me,” I said, looking up at him.

I rolled onto my back, feeling cum leaking from my used pussy. Would he fuck me like that? I hoped so.

I looked over and saw two guys, their pants till off, and slowly stroking their cocks trying to bring them back to life. I smiled at them while waiting for my husband to climb on top of me.

He was naked when he did, and soon he was pounding my dirty pussy until he could unload inside of me as well. Given the blowjob I gave him, and him watching me get fucked by the two of them, he couldn’t last long, not that I cared.

He looked down at me and smiled before climbing off me. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that when I came home.”

“Neither was I… well… not exactly,” I said, looking over at the two guys whose dicks were almost ready to go again. They were younger than my husband and me, and I remember how much fun it was when we were younger.

“I guess I should get you guys what you came here for?”

“You mean, it wasn’t me,” I said, pretending to be hurt.

“No, my dear, you were just the icing on the cake.”

I looked at those guys. “Why don’t you leave them here, and I’ll keep entertaining them, while you get whatever it was they needed,” I suggested. “And don’t be too quick... I want these guys to take their time with me this time,” I said.

The guys couldn’t believe their luck as my husband left to find whatever it was that they needed. I smiled as they came over to me and groped my whole body. I felt two mouths and four hands on me instantly, as semi-hard cocks pressed against me until they were ready, then they both fucked me in a few new positions while my husband watched.

My wife and I had been watching porn together since we were dating. It was fun to fantasize about and I have to admit, watching it, especially naked, could be a lot of fun. Both of us had spent time pleasuring the other orally while the other was watching it.

Sometimes she would sit on my lap, slowly riding me while we watched together. Other times we'd manually stimulate the other, and every time, it led to sex afterwards. Sometimes it was wild, and kinky sex based upon what we had just watched.

That's how we got started with tying her up, and even use of toys while we were having sex. She liked the idea of having two guys, but was too shy to actually do it herself with two guys, even if I told her I was OK if she wanted to try something.

We started watching more videos with threesomes, and even hotwife style videos. I'm not sure who recommended it first, but we both seemed to pick them out recently.

Watching one while she sat on her lap, I started encouraging her, seeing how she would respond. "Would you like a guy that size?"

"Oh, you know there's no one that big in real life."

"But if there was, would you," I asked again, rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples while she slid up and down on my cock, while we watched the two people on the screen fuck.

"Would you want to be like that husband, watching me getting fucked by a big cock," she asked, leaning back, and kissing me.

"I'd do anything for you," I told her.

"Oh yes," she moaned. My dick was hitting the right spots inside of her as she leaned back.

"So you'd fuck a big dick like that."

"That's more than a dick, that's a fucking cock, and everyone would want to fuck it."

"Even you?"

"Even me," she said, moaning more as I moved my hands down her chest. I moved further south, and pressed against her clit as she ground her hips. She was close to cumming...

I played with her clit a little more until she was finally cumming for me. "Yes, oh yes," she said over and over.

"I know someone you can fuck," I whispered in her ear as she was cumming. "He really is that big, and I bet he'd love to fuck you. I know I do. Should I call him over?"

"Yes, oh fuck yes," my wife said, over and over again. "I want a big cock. Give me your fucking big cock."

I love how my innocent little wife can talk like a dirty sailor while she's getting fucked. 

The thought of seeing my wife take an enormous cock excited me too, and I emptied myself into her pussy as I thought about what she'd say if she actually fucked him.

As we finished up, we went into the bathroom to clean up. I cleaned up a little faster than my wife, as soon I was standing behind her, rubbing her ass, and kissing her neck. I moved my hands forward and rubbed her pussy. I know she agreed in the heat of the moment, but I wanted to make sure.

"You're trying to get me started again, aren't you?"

"Well, I know you're always still horny afterward. So why not continue to play with you."

"But are you just going to tease, or are you going to do something about it?"

"Well, it might take a little time, so maybe I should invite someone over to help."

She turned and faced me, kissing me. "You're going to keep teasing me with that, huh?"

"I'm not playing. I think it would be hot to watch you with another guy, and I know just who you'd love. I know him from the gym, and seen him changing. The dude is hung like a horse."

"Like a horse, you say," she said, sounding a little interested. "And you're not going to get jealous?"

"I have only two requirements. One, I want to watch you. And two, you've got to come back to me."

"Well, I'd want to meet him first," my wife said, as I started to play with her tits again. "And for now, you've got me started, so now you've got to finish what you started."

I got down on my knees and licked her recently used pussy. I was the one who used it, but that was okay. I loved licking her pussy, and soon she was cumming on my tongue. As she did, my wife cried out, "OK. I'll fuck your friend. Oh, fuck, I'll fuck him for you," she said over and over.

I was glad I could be convinced so easily.

The next evening, I saw Jeff at the gym and asked if he would be interested, showing him a photo of my wife, just to see if he might need a little encouragement.

"You know, you're not the first husband who wanted me to do their wife," he said. "Are you sure she's interested? Are you sure you can handle it? I don’t want to be the reason anyone splits up."

"She asked me to talk to you. Of course, I had some help in convincing her, but she's ready. She just wants to meet you socially first."

We agreed to meet at a local bar down the street from the gym, and not far from our apartment on Thursday, with the agreement that if things went well, we'd all meet on Friday.

Thursday, I convinced my wife to wear something sexy. She was going to fuck this guy after all, and I wanted her to show off what she got, to make sure he was just as interested as I was. She went out wearing a short skirt and a semi-flashy low-cut blouse. Something she didn't wear very often since we got married. I convinced her to leave her bra at home, but she wouldn't go fully commando for me. Either way, I was sure that if my wife liked what she saw, she might transfer to me, and I could get lucky tonight, no matter what.

I had hoped to have time to watch a naughty hotwife video before we left for the bar, but we didn't have the time, so we went cold.

Jeff was already there and had gotten us a table. My wife and I slid into the other side of the booth from Jeff. We chatted casually as we all grabbed a beer and some wings. I could tell Jeff was happy with the opportunity, especially when he asked my wife to dance when someone put a song on the jukebox.

She agreed, and the two of them danced to a semi-fast song, and then the slow song that came on afterwards. 

They held each other closely, and I could tell my wife was trying to figure out if he was as big as I had said he was. She looked over at me and smiled, clearly she liked what she felt, and that was with it still in his pants.

The two of them walked over to the table, where I was waiting with fresh beers. This time, my wife slid in beside Jeff. I watched as she snuggled up next to him, and I focused on her hand. Was she moving it… like she was giving him a hand job at the table? I didn’t want to say anything, but then she did.

“You were right. Jeff’s hung like a horse,” she said a little too loudly for my taste. Luckily, it was fairly noisy here. “I can barely wrap my fingers around his dick,” she said, smiling.

With her free hand, she downed her beer quickly and pulled him back out onto the dance floor. They moved off to a darker part of the bar, and I strained to watch them. They weren’t dancing anymore, but they were close, and I could tell that Jeff was reaching under her skirt and fingering my wife in public.

She never does things in public unless she’s really turned on, and that’s when I had my thought. Why should we wait until tomorrow?

I watched as my wife bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly. She was cumming on his fingers right here in front of everyone. If she weren’t biting her lip, everyone would know what was going on. Luckily, I don’t think anyone else was paying them any attention.

I paid our tab, so we’d be ready to go when they got back, which was just a minute later or so.

“So, does he pass the test?” I asked my wife.

She smiled at me. “Oh, yeah.”

“So, I was thinking. We don’t have to wait until tomorrow if you both want to head back to our place…”

“Really?” my wife asked, a little too excited, I thought.

“I’d be happy to, if you’re sure you're fine with it.”

“I wouldn’t have invited you if I wasn’t,” I replied.

We all got into our cars and headed back to our apartment. While we were all a little tipsy, we lived only a mile or so from the bar, so it wouldn’t be too hard to get there.

My wife wanted to drive with Jeff, but I wanted her with me. She pouted a little, but got in the car without a word.

“You must really like him… or it, I should say.”

“Oh, he’s going to feel amazing,” she said.

I reached over and put my hand under her skirt.

“Do you want to see how wet I am?”

“I know you’re wet. I saw him fingering you, I just want to finger you as well,” I said as I touched her pussy. “In fact, why don’t you lose your panties. You know you won’t be wearing them much longer anyway,” I said as we pulled into the parking lot for our apartment.

She moaned as we went over a speed bump, and I pushed in a little deeper than normal. As I did, she reached up and pulled her panties off, going full commando. 

“You knew I’d end up like this. Didn’t you?”

“I was definitely hoping for it.”

I had her moaning, and she was close to cumming when I pulled my fingers out. I needed both hands to park in the tight space. This left my wife frustrated and wanting more. Something she will get in just a few minutes.

We walked up to our apartment with Jeff and entered. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, and went to ask if anyone wanted something stronger to drink, but my wife had already leapt into Jeff’s arms and was kissing him while working on undoing his belt.

“She get’s like this sometimes,” I said. “I got her all excited in the car, and now she’s looking for some release.”

But instead of getting her what she wanted, I pulled her off Jeff. I swear I could hear her pout. But instead, I pulled her blouse off, and then undid the zipper on the side of her skirt. It easily fell to the ground, and Jeff was now looking at my naked wife.

As I was behind her, I reached around and cupped her breasts in front of him, playing with her nipples, causing her to moan. “She loves this.. And so much more. Honey, I think you need to loosen up a little for Jeff. Why don’t you sit on the sofa and play with yourself.”

“I want...”

I pinched her nipples, cutting her off. “Now,” I whispered in her ear.

She loves being told what to do when she’s super worked up like this. 

I sat in the chair that was at 90 degrees to her, and Jeff just stood where he was, watching her sit on the sofa and spread her legs. She started with a couple of fingers, but soon was working four fingers in and out of her pussy. She wanted to make sure she was really ready.

She stared at me as she came for me… for us.

“I’m ready for him.”

“Oh, I know you are,” I said. “Care to lead him back to our bedroom?”

Jeff followed her, staring at her ass the whole way, which looked amazing in her heels, even though they were her shorter heels.

As he walked into the room, my wife turned and pounced on him again. She went right for his pants and pulled them down, working her way down herself so she could try to suck on his cock.

When it flopped out, it hit her in the face, and she laughed. “This thing is huge. I’m going to love fucking it.”

“Some girls are scared,” Jeff said.

“And I wanna ride it like a rollercoaster.”

She put her mouth to his cock and opened wide, but could barely get more than the head in her tiny mouth. At that moment I was glad, for the first time, that she couldn’t deep-throat me.

Jeff took off his shirt and was trying to step out of his pants, but my wife was in the way. He helped her up, and got out of his pants, then helped her onto the bed. At this point, they were both on autopilot and I couldn’t have stopped them if I wanted to, not that I wanted to.

I watched as my wife spread her legs for him, and he climbed in between them. I sat on a chair we have in the room and watched as my wife’s eyes went wide as he pushed into her for the first time. 

“Ohhhh fuckkkk,” she moaned as he entered her. 

He had experience with this, and went slow, even though they had worked her up more than enough. I guess when your dick is the size of one of those energy drinks; you need a little more and just being wet.

I watched as he pushed in, slowly at first, letting her get used to his size. Then he started moving faster and faster. She was cumming in no time as he reached places no man had reached on her before. I’m sure our neighbors heard, of course, it wasn’t the first time they heard my wife getting fucked - at least they usually don’t say anything, although I’ve gotten a few knowing looks in the mornings after from time to time. I wonder what types of looks I’ll be getting now.

I reached over and held my wife’s hand as she came on his cock a second time. This time she wrapped her legs around him as best she could, trying to hold him deep. Luckily, he put on a condom, as she wouldn’t let go even when he said he was about to cum.

Watching him arch his back to push deeper into her as she was orgasming was even better than I had imagined.

As they finished, she released Jeff, and he rolled off her, finally sitting up and looking at her naked and used body, just as I was.

“That was fun,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an audience before,” he continued.

“Well, it was amazing to watch. I am so turned on right now,” I said, looking at my wife. “Think you can handle some more?”

“More,” she moaned at me as I stripped off my clothes.

Jeff moved to the side and watched as I put my wife’s legs up over my shoulders to get extra deep on her. I fucked her hard and fast. I could tell she was looser already having been opened up by Jeff, but I didn’t care. She still felt great, and she orgasmed for me once again. This time, it was my turn to cum, and I emptied myself into her waiting pussy.

Jeff was still naked, and watching my wife as I climbed off her, my cum leaking out of her.

“Oh, that felt so good,” my wife said. “I could go for that anytime.”

“Well, we talked about meeting up tomorrow… we still could,” Jeff offered. Clearly, he enjoyed my wife.

“Or you could spend the night?”

“I don’t know if I could handle the two of you for a few more rounds,” my wife said. “I need to recover.”

I laughed a little, as did Jeff.

“Then maybe we could try your fantasy of a threesome,” I suggested.

My wife just smiled at that.

I threw on some clothes, as did Jeff, and walked him to the door.

“When you told me she was wild, I didn’t think she would be that wild,” he said.

“I hope that’s not a problem.”

“Hell no. I love it, and I’ll definitely be seeing you tomorrow. We’ll figure out then if she wants us to tag team her, or take her on at the same time.”

So about 2 years into dating my now wife, I was at a restaurant, and Emily was working there. I looked a bit different (had grown a beard and changed my hair, bulked up a bit) so she didn't notice me right away, but I noticed her. She had put on a fair bit of weight, but she was still hot. It was a big place and I bumped into her on the way to the bathroom, out of sight of my date, and said hi. She was so surprised to see me, but her eyes lit up and she hugged me and I kissed her cheek. Her hand traced along my arm, and my hands stayed on her waist as I pressed my body against hers. She asked me how I was and I said good, and quietly said into her ear, "how's that little pussy of mine, and I ran my finger along the area just above where the tattoo was.

She breathed out a heavy moan and said, "so good".

"yeah?"

"I've been taking good care of it for you Sir"

"Good girl", I said.

She gushed a little bit and said softly, "I'm so fucking wet right now".

I stepped in the direction of the bathroom and made a little 'follow me' gesture with my finger. Then kept walking. She turned to a coworker and exchanged a few words before coming up quickly behind me. We went into a stall, and she dropped to her knees quicker than you could say blow me.

I lent back against the wall as she took my hard cock into her throat with the same enthusiasm as ever. She stared up at me longingly, and I enjoyed every second of it. I was on the edge of cumming so I pulled her by the hair to her feet and undid her pants, reaching inside to feel her wet pussy. "Let me see how you've been looking after my favourite little hole" I whispered. My fingers finding her wet clit as she melted into my arms moaning into my ear about how she's missed me. I asked her how many men have been inside her since we last saw each other, and she couldn't tell me, but she said none of them mattered, only I mattered. I told her, "That's right, you'll always be mine".

I made her cum with my fingers and then told her to swallow my cum. She dropped to her knees and continued to deepthroat my cock. I came in her throat and held it in there for a while making sure she took it all and she sucked hard to get every drop.

She thanked me with such sincerity, and we quickly straightened ourselves up. I told her to message me sometime, then sent her back out before me. I went out to the table a minute later. My date asked me if I was ok, and I just said, oh, yeah I bumped into an old friend out the back there, and we got caught up chatting, sorry.

The rest of dinner was nice. nothing else happened, I saw Emily in the background but she didn't come to the table. Later that night I got messages from her about how jealous she was seeing me with someone else, and asked if she could see me again soon, she practically begged me. It turned out she lived in the same part of town as I did, so I said it would be possible, but that it would need to be a bit more discreet than in the past.

She told me she could host, so some nights after work I would go home via her place, and fuck her for an hour or so before going back to my girlfriend. At first it was just hot sex and she was very submissive, but after a couple of times, the obsessive slave side of her got too intense again. I told her that I had limits on that and that she needed to chill a bit if she wanted to keep the affair going.

Over the next 10 years she had a few boyfriends. She said it was hard to keep them because they always asked about the tattoo, and she said she was always honest about why she got it. Most guys won't stay with a girl who tells them that, she said. But over those 10 years, I fucked that girl every which way, in all of the darkest, seediest places. She always belonged to me, and I feel so blessed to have had her devotion for so long. I would message a winky face emoji, with an address and a time, and she would meet me without fail, even if it had been months in between. Sometimes I'd say, come now, and she would be there within the hour.

I took her into a construction site in the dead of night and tied her to some scaffolding and made her cum over and over again. I made her repeat phrases like "I belong to you", or "I'm your fucking whore" as she came. One night I was walking home from work, I told her to meet me at a skate park. I sat on a bench while she blew me and some younger guys came by and caught us. They had weed. We all got high and I told her to suck their dicks. She did it. They all took pics as they came on her face.

She got really fat over the years but always maintained her hotness. In fact, I think she got hotter as she put on weight because her sluttiness never subsided. And that fucking pussy... Oh my god. Wetter than ever, orgasmic, and just like... what can I say, I love fucking a chubby little cunt.

Like a lot of things though, the gap between encounters widened and one day I messaged her and she didn't reply for a few days. And she just messaged back "sorry, Sir."

It happened a couple of times, and so I assumed maybe she was seeing someone and couldn't get away or whatever.

Fast forward about another 5 years. We hadn't see each other for that long.

Walking down my old street where Emily and I first hooked up, I bumped into her and her husband. She looked so good. Full goth vibes, curvy and thick and sexy as fuck. He was a bit straight looking and a skinny nerdy guy. She seemed nervous to see me, but we exchanged hellos, hugged and she introduced us. He was polite. As was I.

"You look amazing", I told her. "I hope you've been looking after everything".

She made that face that she always made when her pussy started to soak. And she nodded. "I'm good as always" she said.

"I'm glad", I stepped in closer and said, "It's so great to see you" and kissed her on the cheek. and said softly, but loud enough that her husband would hear "does he know?"

She breathed deep and said softly "Yes, Sir".

I stepped away, and said, "Good. I hope to see you again soon". I turned to her husband and said, "nice to meet you". and then I walked away.

Later that night, I was with friends and I got a message from Emily. It said, can you come over tonight?

I wrote back. "Sure, when?"

"You can come now"

I didn't respond right away as I assessed what might have been her husband trying some shit.

another message "Please Sir"

"Address?" I responded.

I got the address moments later and left. I was nervous. I couldn't tell my friends where I was going because they'd tell my wife, but I was honestly a bit worried that this new husband was using her phone and was going to ambush me. But my cock always makes the decisions so I just told myself I'd be ready and went anyway.

Their house was so nice. In a fancy part of town and it was really big. I was even more nervous. I messaged that I was there from the footpath because I didn't want to go up to the door right away. She opened the door and motioned for me to come up. She let me inside and kissed me so passionately and told me how she missed me. She took me into her living room and I didn't immediately notice but her husband was there sitting in an armchair near the corner. I sat on the couch before I noticed. She sat next to me and took my hand, she moved it to her waist, and she said that seeing me tonight made her wetter than she's been in years. She talked about her husband like he wasn't in the room. Saying that she regrets letting him fuck my pussy, and that it's ok because he could never make her cum like I did. I knew exactly what this was, and even though I had never done this before, it felt very cool. She began to beg me to fuck her like I used to. It was so hot. I told her to undress, and demanded to see how well she had taken care of my pussy.

She did. She stood with her arms behind her back at a attention. I saw her hubby touch himself. I turned to him and said, "Not yet".

I touched her. She was wet as ever. Her pussy was still as beautiful as I remembered. The little lonely initial had faded, but it still looked as I remembered. I stood up and kissed her mouth, and slowly stroked her clit. My hand wrapped around her throat as I teased her. She melted, as she always did. "There she is" I said as I saw her face flood with pleasure. "Who's are you?"

"Your's, Sir. Always your's."

"That's my girl". I said with a smile. Her cunt was soaking my hand. "And who's pussy is this?"

"It's your pussy Sir, It's always been your pussy".

I turned her to face her husband. "Say it again".

"It's always been your pussy Sir".

"Look him in the eye and tell him".

She looked at her husband now, and he leant forward expectantly. She breathed a heavy sigh, as if mustering up the courage to say it, to make it true. The she spat the words out fast, like tearing off a band aid.

"My pussy belongs to him. I belong to him"

"That's right" I said and I gripped her firmer and continued teasing her cunt, squeezing her throat. She moaned loudly and went weak at the knees. "Tell him why".

She looked at me and said "your th-" I slapped her across the face and turned her to her husband. "Tell him" I said firmly.

The look on her face was equal parts diabolical and ecstatic, like this was all she ever wanted.

Then she said aloud to her husband. "He's the only one who knows how to satisfy me".

"Should we show him?" I said. Her pussy leaked all over my hand as she began to sway. Her legs buckled and she came. She grabbed on to me as she collapsed, breathing heavily.

She stared up at me, and I began to undo my pants. She had a look of absolute lust and desperation on her face. She assumed the position on her knees and I took out my hard cock and sat back on the couch. I spread my legs and she came forward. Her long pointed tongue did its magic. She blew me like she always did. It was devotional. I made sure her husband could see.

"Do you suck his cock like this"

"No Sir" she said between slurps. "Only you".

"Good".

I motioned for her to get up on the couch, and she knelt next to me and continued to deep throat my cock.

"Tell him how much you prefer my cock", I said.

She looked at her husband and began a tirade of insults to his manhood in-between the long deep sloppy thrusts onto my cock. He rubbed his cock through his pants and she told him how he would have to watch me fuck her from now on. That he would only ever deserve my sloppy seconds. she told him to jerk off to us because that's as close to fucking her as he deserves. He pulled out his dick and started stroking it. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. a bit smaller than me, not by much.

I teased her cunt while she blew me, and then got up behind her and fucked her from the back. Fucking best that pussy had ever felt. She kept telling him how he couldn't fuck her like I did. She kept repeating "it's his pussy, it's always gonna be his pussy". I flipped her on her back and kept going. She came loud and squirted everywhere. Then I told her I was going to cum inside her. Her eyes lit up. And she began thanking me and begging me for it.

I fucked her on her back, from behind, her on top. She sucked my cock again... I came in her pussy and then she kept sucking me. We went for ages. I pumped a couple loads in her, while her hubby edged himself, and eventually blew his load on his own chest.

She curled up into me on the couch and thanked me. Told me how bored and unfulfilled she'd been. Asked me to come over more often, that her husband won't mind. He had gotten up to go to bed.

Happy hump day 👀

(Tried to make a pun with ‘round robin’. Didn’t work).

Hello lovelies. Tonight I misbehaved for the first time in weeks and it was GREAT. It was totally unplanned, quite quick and very naughty, so here goes.

So a few hours ago I was getting ready to go out when I got a text from a familiar name. The guy was Robin, and he once fucked my boyfriend’s then-girlfriend and split them up. I first shagged him years ago (I wrote about it in “I seduced my boyfriend’s enemy”) and tonight I got to do it again!

Robin told me he had recently become single so he was on the lookout for a little fun. I was due to leave my house to meet my girlfriends at 8pm, but I told Robin that if he could get to mine before then, I’d give him all the fun he wanted.

About half 7, Robin knocked at my door. I answered in a sexy black and white lingerie outfit and leather skirt, and Robin wasted no time in getting down to business. He pressed me against the wall, but I told him not to kiss me because I’d already done my makeup. He flicked his tongue against mine, which was super hot, then I grabbed his cock and told him to get to my bedroom. He remembered exactly where it was from the last time he fucked me!

Instantly, Robin bent me over my bed, hiked up my skirt and ripped off my underwear. He felt my glistening pussy lips with his fingers then shoved his dick inside me without hesitation. He didn’t even need to warm me up - Robin pounded the ever-loving fuck out of me like a total champ. Then he spun me round, lay me on my back and did exactly the same again.

It was such an impulsive fuck that neither me or Robin could contain our orgasms for very long. I creamed all over his dick the second he took me missionary, and Robin had only been screwing me for about 3 minutes before I felt his massive dick tense up inside me.

“Ohhhhh FUCK!” he screamed, blasting his hot sticky load deep inside me. “Fuck!”

“Fuck, Robin, that was a big load. How long have you been single?” I laughed.

“Like three days,” he said. “Fuck, that was even hotter than last time.”

“We should do this more often,” I said with a wink.

“Maybe we should,” Robin said as he pulled his clothes back on. Once again, he left me filled with cum on my bed. “Gotta get going babe. Meeting my friends at the bar at half 8. See you later.”