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The Stories. They Tell It All.

It always felt a little naughty, almost risky, like you were in a place you were not supposed to be. 

Jalen parked his car in the corner of the sketchy-looking parking lot. Neon XXX signs glowed from the outside of the adult bookstore.

Entering there are rows and rows of VHS tapes and DVDs sectioned into categories of porn genres. Sex toys fill the walls from top to bottom, catching his eye. Later in his life, he would start purchasing some of these toys, but young and single, he went directly to the magazine stand. Filled with porn mags - Penthouse, Cheri, High Society, Hustler, Barely Legal, Naughty Neighbors, Swank are some classics that still bring a smile to his face when he sees one today. 

Jalen wasn’t there for the magazines. Also on the same shelf, you could find small printed paperback books, each about 100 pages long, wrapped in plastic so you could only see the cover and headlines. Sold in 2 packs. Erotica Collection, Taboo Tales, Penthouse Variations, Letters to Penthouse. 

Headlines that would catch his eye included gang bangs, back door adventures, cheating wives, threesomes and moresomes, she’s wild, she’s married, she’s horny, true confessions from wives who stray. 

With a new porn book tucked away in a small black bag, Jalan couldn’t wait to read the stories. He knew nothing about cuckolds, hot wives, or bulls at this time of his life. The stories did not include them in those words but fit what is now a popular fetish and genre.

When he read these stories, it brought much more pleasure than watching a porn DVD or even looking through a naughty porn magazine like Swank.  

These stories built up his arousal slow as he read the detailed descriptions and turned the pages eager to continue. Stories written from a woman’s point of view have always been his favorite. Like he was getting to read all their thoughts, desires, pleasures and sexual adventures. 

The stories that turned Jalan on most were the ones about cheating wives. Wives who stray. Something about it arouses him. Wives giving in to their desires and being taken sexually by strong, dominant men that are not their husbands. It sounds bad, especially since Jalen has felt the pain of being cheated on. A woman who cheats on her man turns him on, it makes her that much more attractive to him, adventurous and sexy.

He never imagined he was the other man in these stories, almost like a spectator watching it happen.

When he met Selena, she was living with another man. When alone while she was home, he lay in his own bed, fantasizing and visualizing her being fucked by another man. He'd never met the guy she was living with but visualized her being fucked. It was the start of his cuckold fantasies.

Soon it was her he visualized and fantasized about in each story he read. He replaced her as the main female character.

It made him crave these stories more and more. He looked for stories of women who are taken but still available. She, Selena, was his number one sexual fantasy. Not all stories were about women cheating. Many of the husbands were there. They watched and even took part. What if that could be him?

It took confidence and bravery the first time Jalen shared a story with her. He took the time and retyped it, printed it out, edited out details he didn’t like that much, or he was scared of at the time, felt too extreme, changed the main female character’s name to hers.

In bed Selena would read these stories while her now husband Jalen massaged her body, kissed and licked her thighs, and licked her pussy as she let her own imagination and arousal build reading what Jalen was sharing.

“Did you really like it?” Jalen would ask, confident enough to share the story but not confident enough in himself and if she truly liked what he was sharing.

“I loved it. It was very naughty, and I loved how you named her Selena. I love how I’m what you fantasize about. Most men, I think, jerk off to the porn star. They don’t imagine that she is their wife. I guess you are not like most men though, are you?”

Jalen felt a pang of embarrassment. “No, I guess I’m not.”

“I like that. I like that you fantasize about me getting fucked by other men.”

Those story sessions would progress to Jalen using realistic sex toys he was now purchasing from the walls at the adult store. He would wait until she was aroused and wet from a story and then push it inside her and watch how she responded so much different than when he penetrated her. It fed his insecurities, even in a way confirmed them and that was arousing beyond belief.

Jalen even started to include more of the 'extreme' ideas that excited his dick.

Soon enough, Selena would fuck other men. She would write their own stories in real life cuckolding her sweet husband. Feeding his fantasies and her own sexual desires. The stories that he shared with her once written by other people, started to be replaced by his own stories. Stories from real experience, fantasized stories, stories created through captions, journals, and blogs.

So here Selena is. Lying in their married bed. On her phone is a new blog her husband has shared with her. Tumblr. My Cuckold Stories. A naughty place where Jalen shares the captions, fantasies, and stories he creates for his hotwife.

How naughty, how exciting. A surge of arousal goes through her body. Her pussy is getting moist at the thought of her husband after 15 years of cuckolding still fantasizing about her. Still aroused, proud he had married a slut. She knows part of the stories are true. Others are his imagination running wild, things he thinks he wants, but she knows he can’t handle. Others she will push and find out. Then just his kinky, dirty thoughts that only a cuckold would have.

Traveling For Business

I arrived at the Florida conference late last night. I’d assumed it was downtown, but after the long Uber ride now looking out my window. A white-sand beach stretches to the horizon, and below my room a large resort pool with lounge chairs and a couple of poolside bars. Aside from being here for work, it feels like paradise.

Selena doesn’t love traveling for work, but she can’t exactly complain about this view. She hesitates before sending her husband, Jalen, a picture. She knows how hard these trips are on him. Shuffling his normal schedule to drive the kids to school and to their after-school sports, making sure they are all fed, keeping the house in some kind of order. It’s a lot, even when she is home, and she feels it even from a distance.

There’s also that tricky thing. How easy it is for the partner at home to see work travel as a kind of vacation, without the long days, the presentations, the small breakout sessions and networking that lasts late into the evening. Still, she records a quick video. A tour of the room, the balcony, the ocean view, and sends it with a message: “Not going to lie, this place is pretty amazing. Wish you were here with me. Grabbing coffee and exploring a bit before the conference starts.”

When Jalen watches the video, a little jealousy passes through him. He can’t help it. The large room, king size bed, ocean view, no kids. But mostly he’s happy she’s somewhere nice. As much as he hates her being away, he thinks about how hard she works and how much she deserves a break, even if it’s wrapped in work travel. He hopes the schedule leaves her breathing room. Time to just enjoy herself.

His mind wanders, imagining her at a bar drinking wine and flirting with a man. He can’t help it. It’s the part of traveling he likes. Thinking about her alone and all the men that must hit on her. Even thinking about her leaning into that. He fantasizes about her being fucked. He even encourages her to dress sexy while away.

As I walk to the pool, I can hear the music playing and people chatting. I typically don’t attend the conference meet and greets. Everyone talking about their work, networking, and selling. It just seems almost so fake at times. I prefer to take this time and enjoy exploring the area for a more authentic experience.

As I walk out to the pool, I take in the sight of the sparkling blue water from the pool view to the ocean. The warm sunshine on my skin. I feel a pang a nervousness. Not knowing anyone and that feeling I need to show up as my best professional self. It’s a pool party though, one of the reasons I decided to attend. The conference going all out with a live band, free food and drinks by the pool.

I’m not used to wearing such revealing clothing at a business event. The thought of taking my sun dress off to get in the pool makes me feel a little self-conscious. But I look around, I see that everyone is having a good time, laughing and joking around. I take a deep breath and decide to let loose and just enjoy the day before I’m speaking in front of these people tomorrow.

I quickly slip off my dress, revealing my stunning, deep red bathing suit with a v-back thong. The color brings out the warmth in my skin, and the cut perfectly accentuates my smooth round ass and new tattoo. I can feel the eyes of the a few guys drinking at the bar on me, and I feel sexy and desirable.

Then I see Sarah. She works for our company and is part of the team I direct. I'm excited to see a familier face.

“Wow, that bathing suit is fire.” Sarah says with a smile.

I blush. “Thanks, I wasn’t sure I should wear it. When I packed it, I wasn’t planning on a meet and greet pool party.”

Jalen encouraged her to pack it. Said maybe she could wear it to take a hot tub after a long conference day. She knew he was thinking about other guys seeing her in it and flirting with her.

“Well, you look amazing. All the guys are drooling over you.” Sarah tells me with excitement.

I laugh. “I don’t know about that.”

Sarah says, “Well they are! Just enjoy the attention and have fun. We’re here to network, right?"

I nod and smile, feeling grateful to have someone to know to talk to.

The pool party was a lot of fun. Swimming and networking in the pool. Having drinks. Splashing around, throwing a beach ball back and forth while giggling and laughing. It was so hot out that most everyone was in and out of the pool.

I took a break and relaxed on a pool float. I closed my eyes and let the sun warm my skin as I drifted lazily across the surface of the water. Suddenly, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up to see Jake looking at me with a smirk. It made me blush.

I tried to shake it off, but I liked how he was staring at me. We had talked and connected earlier by the bar before I swam off. Jake is early 50s a good-looking man with chiseled features and a strong jawline. Thick dark hair. His piercing blue eyes were making it hard for me to look away. His tight-fitting swim trunks stressed his muscular build. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help feeling drawn to him.

Instinctively, I pushed my ass up further into the air, flirting with him as if no one else was watching. Jake broke the silence with a comment about my tattoo.

“Love the tattoo,” he said with a sly grin. “It really brings the eye to your best features.”

His compliment made me blush. He told me he works for a marketing firm, but our conversation about business was brief, and we talked about things we enjoy outside of work. I knew that I shouldn’t encourage him. He is married, and I am too.

“Thanks, Jake,” I replied with a smile, pushing my butt up a little more and shaking it. My tattoo is a matching one I got with my husband, Jalen. It is on the right side of my lower back, just above my bikini line.

Before I knew it, Sarah swam over, interrupting us, causing Jake to walk away. I quickly felt a little guilty flirting with him in the open like that. But I couldn’t deny the thrill and excitement my body was feeling.

“Selena, I saw what you were doing. You slut boss, you were completely flirting with the guy!” She whispered, giving me a disapproving look.

I blushed, feeling a pang of guilt wash over me. “He’s pretty hot though, right?” I joked.

We both giggled.

Jake and I started exchanging glances throughout the day and found moments here and there where we had a brief conversation or two. It was hard to keep a distance from him, and I felt each time we were getting closer and closer.

As the pool party continued, I headed inside the lobby to use the bathroom.

I opened the bathroom door to head back to the pool and, to my surprise, Jake was standing right there. My heart raced as I tried to speak.

“Oh! Hi Jake. I didn’t expect to see you here,” I said.

Jake grinned and replied. “Your friend Sarah said you were in the lobby, and I just thought I’d check if everything is okay.” He paused. “Also, I wanted some time alone with you, away from the pool.”

I couldn’t help it. I smiled. “Yeah, it’s been fun today. Much more fun than I’d expect from a conference meet and greet.”

I looked up into his eyes with a playful smile. Encouraging him. Biting my lower lip.

Jake takes a step closer, placing his hand lightly on my hip, tracing his finger along my bathing suit bottom. His hand now lightly tracing down my ass cheek. I don’t stop him.

He walks me back into the bathroom with his hand on my body. I watch as he locks the door and leans in close to tell me. “Don’t worry, I'm not going to hurt you.”

I feel butterflies in my stomach at his closeness. “I trust you won’t.”

He smirks. “I like the way you look at me. Like you want me.”

Biting my lip. I breathe and say, “Maybe I do.”

He turns me with his hands so I am facing the bathroom countertop. He rubs his hands on my ass. Traces his finger on my tattoo. “This little sexy tattoo has had my attention all day. I just can’t get enough of your perfect round ass. It’s pretty damn hot you got a body modification to drive guys like me crazy. You like that it draws my attention to your ass, don’t you?” His hands are still rubbing my ass.

I smile, looking at him in the mirror. “Yes, I do.”

His hand pulls back, and quickly he smacks my ass. I moan from the sting. I laugh and loudly say, “Fuck!”

“Mmm that’s right naughty Selena, you want more, don’t you?”

My mind races. This is so wrong. We are both married. This is a work conference. We will see eachother again. I can’t do this, but my body is responding to Jake’s touch and words with intense, uncontrollable sexual desire.

“What about your wife?” I say to him.

A sting of another forceful hard spank sends a feeling of tingling and arousal again through my body like an electric current. The sudden impact creates a rush of sensations that travels up my spine and spreads through my entire body. The sting fades. It’s replaced by a warm, pulsating sensation that radiates from my ass as Jake rubs his hand on it. His hand grabs my ass cheeks as he slightly spreads them, grazing his fingers over my wet pussy. I can’t control my arousal and excitement as I push my ass into him, begging for more. I feel sexually intoxicated, craving him.

“I should replace your worries with only sexual ones. Thoughts and desires about pleasing me. Thoughts about my cock. My wife is none of your concern or business of yours. I’ll be thinking of great of a fuck you are the next time I’m with my wife. Do you understand, my girl?”

He is pushing his thick fingers into my wet pussy. With his other hand, he pulls my thong to the side. Taking in with his eyes the sight of my bare pussy, wet, aroused, pushing back into him.

I reach back. I place my hand on him. It turns me on that he will think of me when he is with his wife. I’ll think of him when my husband Jalen licks my unfaithful pussy.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You have the most perfect sexy ass and pussy, like it is made to be fucked for my pleasure.” He runs his thumb over my asshole. “I’m going to love fucking you like the perfect slut you are,” he says.

His cock is out of his shorts. I can feel the heat of it. In my hands and on my ass. It feels big. Not just long, but heavy. I try wrapping my hand around it, but it is too large. I let my worries and thoughts leave my head. My only thought is I want to feel him, to pleasure him, to let him fuck my body.

I moan out loud, “Yes!”

“You want me to fuck you, my girl?” He says.

Again I moan, “Yes!” but this time there is now the familiar sting, the force of his hand spanking my ass hard, causing my body to convulse to his power.

This time he doesn’t rub it with his hand. He rubs his cock over my ass and slides the tip across my pussy lips.

“Good girl,” He says. “I’m going to need more time with you to properly fuck you. To make you a slut for my cock. You want that my girl?”

My mind is fucking gone, all I want is to feel his cock slide inside me. I love how he keeps calling me his girl. Him fucking me is the only thing I can think about right now. “Yes!” I playfully giggle. “I want that.”

He pushes his cock against my pussy, not penetrating it but teasing it. Again, a forceful spank. “Not right now. Soon though. I’m too big for your tight pussy and need time breaking it in. Once I fuck you, I want you to be mine.

His words hypnotizing and arousing. He stepped back. Putting my thong back into place. “Time for us to get back to the party, but before we go, I want you to get on your knees. Pull your tits out of your top and taste my cock.”

On my knees in front of him, I pull my small bikini top to both sides, exposing my hard aroused tits to him. I wrap both of my hands around his cock as I bring it to my mouth. Just the head of it fills my lips as I twirl my tongue around it. Warm and hard, I enjoy the feeling of his flesh in my mouth.

He squeezes one of my nipples as I suck up and down on his cock. Trying to get as much of him in my mouth as I can. “Such large round, perky tits. You are absolutely stunning, Selena.”

Jake pulls me up to him. I close my eyes and lean in, meeting his lips. We share a kiss and my heart races with excitement. Before we head back down to the meet and greet, Jake tells me to think about everything he said to me. His words still ring in my head, “I don’t just want to fuck you, I want to own you.” The last thing he told me was that if I decided to agree to his terms, at any point in the evening I should go to his side. Kiss him and say, “I’m yours.”

Jake gently places his hands on my hips, guiding me out the lobby door and back to the pool.

Out at the pool, Sarah quickly noticed the red handprint on my ass and gasped as she asked me if Jake had done that? I couldn’t help but giggle and nodded. Some of the other women at the pool glanced and laughed but said nothing as they were just enjoying the pool and some drinks and were not concerned about me.

I found myself unable to focus on anything but Jake. It felt as though I was in a constant state of arousal. My pussy dripping with desire for him. My thoughts were consumed by our encounter in the restroom. The more I tried to resist these feelings to tell him I was his, the stronger they seemed to grow.

This is what he wanted.

I decided. I realized that I couldn’t deny my desires and worry about what anyone else at the conference and around the pool thought. It felt right, regardless of the potential consequences. It was a bold move, but one I knew I had to make in order to follow my arousal, not my smarter brain.

It took courage to walk over to Jakes’s side. He was drinking a cocktail and talking to a group of guys. My heart pounded with anticipation. As I approached, I gently placed my arm on his, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. In response, he wrapped his arm around my body, resting his hand on my ass, our bodies drawing closer together.

I looked at Sarah, who gave me that reassuring smile, the same one she gave me in the pool. When I told her I’m married and couldn't do it.

“Well, your husband isn’t here,” she said. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

With Sarah’s encouragement, I looked up into Jake’s mesmerizing blue eyes. I whispered. Softly, “I’m yours.” With no hesitation, I kissed him. In the open, we shared a passionate kiss, our connection deepening at that very moment.

As our kiss broke, he took me by the hand and led me towards the hotel. I thought could hear the whispers and feel the stares. That fueled my arousal more. The feeling of being slutty. Together, we continued to the elevator.

As we entered Jake’s room. It was clean, no suitcases or clothes out. A perfectly made bed, like my room, has an ocean view. On the bar top a single bottle of bourbon and a bucket of ice.

Jake wastes no time as he grabs my swimsuit top and pulls, freeing my tits for him to see. “I finally have you.” Jake exclaimed. “You look hot.”

I feel hot and desired. I feel wanted and sexy.

“Tell me, tell me you’re mine.” He says.

I slowly pull down and off my thong swimsuit, not only telling him but showing him. Under my breath, I tell him. “I’m yours right now.”

He pulls me close to him and wraps his lips around one of my nipples. His hand is now on my pussy. I have been wet for him all day and his fingers easily push inside me. I lean into him. He pulls his mouth off my tits and takes my mouth in a deep kiss.

He lifts my body up and places me on the bed. I fall back and moan. He stands in front of me as I tug his swimsuit off, freeing his thick, enormous cock. My heart racing as I hold it.

“You should see how good you look right now with my cock in your hands.” He says.

“Your going to like how it feels hitting the back of your throat.”

I close my eyes as my lips follow the contours of his cock. Gliding over the head as I take him into my mouth. Sucking his meat into my mouth.

“Your doing a good job.” He tells me as he pushes his cock deep into my mouth, causing my eyes to water. I gag and come off for breath. Licking the outside of his shaft, he now has a fistful of my hair as he guides my mouth to slather his enormous balls before forcing my mouth to return to his shaft.

“I love how hard you are trying for me. Soon you will have it deep in your throat. You can do it.”

I breathe through my nose and suck hard. Trying to relax through the first gag reflex, I feel it slide past and down into my throat. He holds me tight. “I knew you could do it. Good girl.”

He lets go as I quickly come off for air. Staring up at him, I smile. I feel proud of myself. “Thank you,” I moan.

“Open your mouth. Now.” He demands. Are you ready to choke on my cock again?"

“Yes.” I say.

“Yes, what!” He says loudly as he smacks my face with his cock.

“Yes, please let me suck your cock.” I beg.

Suddenly he fills my mouth again and pushes his cock all the way in and holds me again. He repeats a couple more times. Then he pulls me up and turns me around so I am face down against the bed. His hands are on my hips as he pulls my ass up towards him. “You did such a good job sucking my cock. I’m going to take care of you, my girl. Are you ready to get fucked?”

I want him so badly, I want to be his. “Make my pussy yours. I’ve been waiting all day to feel you inside me,” I tell him.

His cock feels like hot fire against my pussy lips as he pushes slowly in. His hands are on my ass and he is going slowly as my body tries to fit him in all the way. It is stretching for his cock. A mix of slight pain and a lot of pleasure. So much thicker and longer than my husbands.

“This is what you get when you’re so sexy.” He says. I can feel him fully inside me. He is not moving. He is just pushing his cock deep inside me, letting it get used to him. No condom, taking me like nature designed.

“Ohhhh gaaawed,” I cry out. I need him to fuck me.

“Slap my ass and tell me how much of a slut I am for you.” I encourage him.

He fucks his cock in and out as I feel the force of his hand spank my ass. “I knew you were a slut!”

Jake drives his cock in again and pounds me from behind, driving my hips into the bed. His thrusts strong, sinking his cock in and out of my pussy. I can’t hold on any longer. I screamed and cry as I climax on his cock. He continues pumping into my body. Waves of pleasure take me over as I collapse onto the bed.

He pulls out and my body feels empty. He tells me to spread my legs so he can look at my fucked pussy. Jake then turns me over, facing him on the bed. “Do you think it’s bad? I’m just getting started.”

I giggle and pull him in for a kiss. “Is it bad I never want you to stop?” I tell him flirtatiously.

It felt so fucking good. I was so fucking turned on. My mind gone. Not even thinking about my husband or kids.

He fucked me missionary. His arms wrapped around my body with both hands, cupping my ass, fucking his cock deep into me. My orgasms felt like they were one after another, my body convulsing on his cock. My pussy flowing like a river of juices.

I was on all fours, with Jake behind me. He held my hips while fucking me hard and fast. His cock felt so good!

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!” I begged him, and he did just that.

He told me how much he loved my tattoo, how irresistible it makes me. I felt like such a slut being fucked like an animal. Cheating on my husband at a work conference with one of the business executives. Jake slowed down, grabbing a handful of my hair as he took me. My pussy was now stretched into his shape. I was his, now a cock-hungry slut.

He grunted and pushed deep and held it there. Heat spread within me as he flooded me with his cum. I could feel him pulse, and I could feel each stream. I pushed my ass back against his hips, not wanting it to stop. My last orgasm of the night shook my body as he pulled off.

“You’re such a good girl.” He whispered, bringing me into his arms. He kissed me. As if he could sense my worry coming down from being fucked. “Shhh you did nothing wrong, let yourself embrace your sexuality without shame. Focus all your energy on being a purely sexual being. You’ve been a good girl for me. You did nothing wrong.”

As we headed out his hotel room door, I reached for my bathing suit bottom. But Jake stopped me. “Don’t cover up your best assets, your tits and ass. Flaunt them proudly.”

With my clothes in hand, I slowly walk up one floor to my room. My skin is flushed, and I smile as I feel Jake putting his hands on my bare ass, walking behind me. It feels extra naughty, naked, with his cum dripping down my leg. As we reach my room.

I kiss him at the door and thank him for a wonderful time. Not thinking, once I open the door with the key card. I hand it to him, smile and tell him. “Since I’m yours.”

As I walk to my room, I feel an undeniable sense of sexual confidence, feeling the air of the world lift me being the girl that men like Jake find irresistible.

As morning light filters through the curtains of the hotel room, I slowly awaken. My body aching slightly from the fucking I took the day before. Despite the soreness, I’m waking up with a smile.

Just then, I feel the warmth of Jake’s body crawling into bed beside me. He wraps his muscular arms around my body and tenderly spoons me. I can feel he is naked and his warm cock is pressing against my ass.

“How is my girl this morning? He whispers.”

I giggle. “Better than ever, but my pussy feels really sore!”

His breath tickles the nape of my neck. “It’s still being trained for my cock.” He whispers.

The tip of his cock rubbing across my pussy lips, causing my body to get wet for him and lubricate itself.

“I can’t wait to get more training from you.” I whisper.

“You are the perfect wife.” He says as he continues to fuck me with just the tip of his cock. I could still feel the soreness, but the arousal and him going slow were relieving it.

“Yes,” I giggle as the arousal continues to build. It feels so naughty being married and fucking another man, a married man. I loved it.

“I’m going to fuck you all weekend. You’re going to be my girl inside and outside this room the whole time we are hear” He whispers as he pushes his cock deeper into me.

“AAAagghhh! Fuck! I moan.

“You fantasize about being a nasty, horny little slut.” He says as he slowly fucks me, grabbing one of my ass cheeks and squeezing it.

“I do yes, fuck your cock feels so good inside me.” Jake withdraws half his cock and slams it back in. I push my ass back, savoring the fullness inside me.

He is sliding deep inside me, and a sudden orgasm shakes my body.

“You like that, don’t you, my girl? Look at you, you’re soaked.”

Every word was arousing me more and more. My pussy was soaked. I could feel the wetness splatter my inner thigh as he hammered me from behind. This was exactly what I needed, and it caused my toes to curl as my moans filled the room from my climax.

He swelled inside me. I moaned, “I love your cock, I love your cock. I want to act slutty. I want to be yours all weekend.”

He held my hips and bore down, fucking my tight hole like he owned it. I was going to explode. He fucked me faster. He grunted and his cock felt like it got thicker. His body slapped against mine. The sensation spread from my pussy down my legs and up my body. I went weak as my body shook in orgasm. I felt his cock twitch and a shot of sperm going into my body, then another and another. He continued to grunt as he filled me with all of his seed.

Jake laid with me for a while after he filled me with his cum. We mostly talked.

Then we had to get ready for the conference. I was the fucking keynote speaker. Jake watched and smiled as I gave my presentation. At the end with the crowd cheering and all the excitement. It felt good to be in his arms. The excitement of the moment. Both away from our spouses and everyday work life. I kissed him, not caring what others would think. This weekend I was his. I was another man’s girl, not my husband’s. Before Jake and I left Florida, I kissed him and thanked him. He told me it was his pleasure, and we exchanged phone numbers.

Jalen could feel his wife’s excitement as she read his story. How much wetter her pussy was than when they had normal husband and wife loving sex. It was a pleasure licking, fingering and fucking her pussy with a realistic toy cock while she read his story. To help her experience, the same kind of shaking orgasms. The way she needs it. Deeper, thicker and harder.

Jalen knows he can’t compete with men like Jake, who fuck his wife. Instead he focuses on helping get his wife what she needs. Pleasuring her as they goth fantasize about her being with other men sexually.

The story is over and it is time for Selena to rub her wet used pussy on Jalen’s dick. As they talk dirty to eachother.

“Tell me you want it, Yes! You need hot, thick cock in this pussy, don’t you?”

Life has taken them places they never believed existed. Selena almost seems to grow younger with each year. The smiles. Wearing sexy dresses and clothing. She radiates feminine contentment.

I said what I said.