Tarnished Trophy Wife?

[Custer Laststand]

The transfer [to a different school is my wife's] choice. Different school district but same metro area. She'll be an Associate Principal which will put her second in the food chain. If he's gone she's the boss. ....

Any updates...? I gather as the associate (as opposed to assistant) principal in her new job, your wife will no longer be the one who has to deal with discipline problems. Will that be the case...?

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Thank You

Twerped is right the girl has a career and shouldn't take a chance losing it or their being found out. Twerped is right and we should be glad he has shared her pics and their story. No matter what happens she stays with twerp and she doesnt want to lose him.

Oh God yes thank you. Role play is one thing, but having this giant asshole granted the priviledge of sharing in this most intimate act with the treasure that is my wife makes me queasy.

You folks can call me Ron. Sounds better than twerped.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

That is correct

Any updates...? I gather as the associate (as opposed to assistant) principal in her new job, your wife will no longer be the one who has to deal with discipline problems. Will that be the case...?

Different school district, but you're spot on about the discipline. She has more contact with the parents. I think her long term plan is to get into a district's central office. No kids, no parents, more long term planning, and district bugeting.

I did ask her if she wanted to drive last night.

"Whatever for when I have a perfectly good driver."

I drove but opened the door for her when she got in the back seat. I was her chauffeur. Mel did a little masturbating while I drove, and it was killing me. When I adjusted the mirror she snapped, "Keep your eyes on the road."

Kinda weird, pulling up in from the restaurant stopping, getting out, opening her door while she just walked in while I parked the car.

Our conversation was normal until just after we ordered.

"I had a terrible day."

"What happened honey?"

"I spent the entire day trying not to get off."

The brain tries to process.

"You needed an orgasm?"

"Yeah, but more than that I didn't want to just use my fingers I needed a cock buried in my pussy. You have no idea what it's like for women. I wore panties today, but I soaked them so I took them off, and then I had to worry about soaking my slacks. I must have made three trips to the restroom just to dry my pussy. I wish I had had a tampon in my purse.
You know how wet I get? It would be like you squirting off in your underwear every couple of hours. It's an itch you can't scratch. I just wanted to tear my nipples off. They were hard on day. Knowing that I could grab almost any student in the hall way, and take care of the problem just made it worse.
A virgin. I'd be teaching again just a different subject.
It seems like boys that age are always erect. Don't you think it's stupid that in my positon I'm not allowed to educate them about the different ways they can take care of their hard ons?"

"Mel, fuck honey. Jesus. You were really wet all day, and the kids thing, I mean you wouldn't actually..."

"Let them fuck me? Of course not darling."

"Okay, okay, I just, from the way you talking I..."

"They'd obviously have to force their young hard cocks into my pussy because I'm married."

"Fuck Melissa."

"Rip not just my panties off, but ****** my breasts, suck not just my nipples, but my entire tit into their mouth. Y'know I can almost cum just having my tits, and nipples played with."

My mouth was dry, and like the kids my cock was reacting.

"Uh-huh."

"Sweetie, you love it when I take my panties off in a public place don't you?"

"God yes."

"Girls like that too. So go to the restroom and take your shorts off."

I was wearing slacks so obviously shorts meant my briefs.

I hedged.

"Baby, nobody would know the difference I don't get why you'd want me to do that?"

"I'll know."

So I did. I mean what the fuck right?

Shit guys. Honestly? I just spent two hours in a bar flirting with a twenty something bartender who happens to have fake tits. She shows a lot, and pretends that old dudes actually have a chance to get in her panties, but it's all about the tips. I know that, but it's still major league fun, and honestly I'd probably pee my pants if she asked me if I wanted to fuck.

Bottom line here. Mel had me hard during dinner. On one occasion I thought I was going to cum in my pants, but she backed off.

On the trip home I was once again the driver. Mel talked while she masturbated, talked beautiful trash, and orgasmed.

Mel has to be aware that's she's training a male.

She watched televison for a time, read, and went to sleep.

I on the other hand thought we'd have dirty, nasty, evil, sex.

I even went for performing oral on her pussy, but she all but yawned.

I could not get to sleep. At maybe one in the morning I gave up went down to the basement watched an HBO soft porn movie, and got relief.

I'm to the point where the vast majority of porn videos just don't do it for me, and I'm not going to pay for extended versions. Figure they are just longer versions of the same number.

Week without mating.

I'm going to broach the sharing angle, and ask her if she has anyone in mind when she masturbates or when we're having sex other than me.

Tomorrow it's make nice with the in-laws.

Happy Easter I guess.

 

[waynerobertson]

Hot post and yes you need to find someone for you BOTH that you can trust and submit to.

 

[Custer Laststand]

Ron,

Thanks for your steamy update. Whew...

I did ask my wife if she wanted to drive last night. "Whatever for when I have a perfectly good driver" [she replied].

Good... you made it clear it was her choice. ("Yes, ma'am" would have been a suitable reply...)

I drove but opened the door for her when she got in the back seat. I was her chauffeur.

Also good. If your wife wants you to be her chauffeur, then of course you should assume that role. When you go places together you might consider asking: "Would you like me to be your chauffeur, or do you wish to drive?" thereby making it clear that is her decision and, if she tells you to drive, that will be your role.

Mel did a little masturbating while I drove, and it was killing me. When I adjusted the mirror she snapped, "Keep your eyes on the road."

Nice touch... unambiguous psychological/sexual torture...

Kinda weird, pulling up in front of the restaurant, stopping, getting out, opening her door, then her just walking in while I parked the car.

Sounds like you're already becoming accustomed to being your wife's chauffeur...

Our conversation was normal until just after we ordered. "I had a terrible day." "What happened honey?" "I spent the entire day trying not to get off." My brain tried to process that. "You needed an orgasm?" "Yeah, but more than that I didn't want to just use my fingers; I needed a cock buried in my pussy. You have no idea what it's like for women."

I suppose it did not escape you that Mel did not say she needed YOUR cock buried in her pussy. She's telling you more and more directly she wants and needs to make you her cuckold (but will, in essence, force you to acknowledge that and propose it)...

"I wore panties today, but I soaked them so I took them off, and then I had to worry about soaking my slacks. I must have made three trips to the restroom just to dry my pussy. I wished I had a tampon in my purse. You know how wet I get? It would be like you squirting off in your underwear every couple of hours."

Jeez... she was relentless...

"It's an itch you can't scratch. I just wanted to tear my nipples off. They were hard on day. Knowing that I could grab almost any student in the hall way, and take care of the problem just made it worse. A virgin. I'd be teaching again just a different subject.
It seems like boys that age are always erect. Don't you think it's stupid that in my positon I'm not allowed to educate them about the different ways they can take care of their hard ons?"

Interesting. Other women posting in this forum have described their strong horniness as "an itch they can't scratch"...

"Mel, fuck honey. Jesus. You were really wet all day, and the kids thing, I mean you wouldn't actually..." "Let them fuck me? Of course not darling." "Okay, okay, I just, from the way you talking I..." "They'd obviously have to force their young hard cocks into my pussy because I'm married."

Ah... again, it has come out. Your wife's intense desire to be taken forcibly and fucked hard by a dominating man she can't resist...

"Fuck Melissa."

Excellent! You told her what she wanted to hear. You told her to fuck (but, of course, that isn't quite what you meant and she realized that...)

"Rip not just my panties off, but ****** my breasts, suck not just my nipples, but my entire tit into their mouth. Y'know I can almost cum just having my tits, and nipples played with."

I read somewhere that chastity belts tend not to be effective in thwarting women's sexual satisfaction because, unlike men, they can orgasm from someone playing with and sucking their nipples, or from doing it themselves...

My mouth was dry, and like the kids my cock was reacting. "Uh-huh." "Sweetie, you love it when I take my panties off in a public place don't you?" "God yes." "Girls like that too. So go to the restroom and take your shorts off." I hedged. "Baby, nobody would know the difference I don't get why you'd want me to do that?" "I'll know." So I did. I mean, what the fuck, right?

No, not "what the fuck." You did it because your wife ordered you to do it. Again she tested you to see if you would do what you were told, even though it was embarrassing and humiliating (for you vis-a-vis her)... and you did. You responded appropriately. You passed.

Bottom line here. Mel had me hard during dinner. On one occasion I thought I was going to cum in my pants, but she backed off.

Fortunately. Whew. Several waitresses and waiters may have rushed over and asked if you were all right while asking Mel if they should call 911...

On the trip home I was once again the driver. Mel talked while she masturbated, talked beautiful trash, and orgasmed. Mel has to be aware that's she's training a male.

I guess that would be an understatement...

[At home] she watched televison for a time, read, and went to sleep. I on the other hand thought we'd have dirty, nasty, evil sex. I even went for performing oral on her pussy, but she all but yawned.

Thereby letting you know, unmistakably, that your sexual attentions are nowhere near enough to satisfy her...

I could not get to sleep. At maybe one in the morning I gave up, went down to the basement, watched an HBO soft porn movie, and got relief.

Thankfully, your wife did not order you to refrain from masturbating...

I'm to the point where the vast majority of porn videos just don't do it for me, and I'm not going to pay for extended versions. I figure they are just longer versions of the same stuff.

They're pretty boring, alright...

[We went the] week without mating.

More of the "Sexually, darling, you just aren't doing it for me" message...

I'm going to broach the sharing angle, and ask her if she has anyone in mind when she masturbates or when we're having sex other than me.

There seems to be no doubt it's time. You might consider being slightly more direct and asking Mel who she fantasizes about while masturbating. (She might teasingly decline to tell you, but she would probably find it difficult, if not impossible, to conceal the message she's been giving you in many ways that another man or men are sexually occupying her thoughts...)

Tomorrow it's make nice with the in-laws. Happy Easter, I guess.

Really...

—Custer

 

[Custer Laststand]

I could not get to sleep. At maybe one in the morning I gave up went down to the basement watched an HBO soft porn movie, and got relief.

I'm to the point where the vast majority of porn videos just don't do it for me, and I'm not going to pay for extended versions. Figure they are just longer versions of the same number.

A way to let Mel know, slightly indirectly, may be to order "The Cuckold: You Can't Hide from Desire" and watch it with her. It's a movie-length DVD that's not too bad; it actually has something of a plot.

I'll mention in advance, though, it has an unfortunate ending it would be better without that gives it something of a "cautionary tale" flavor (but not too heavily).

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

God I'm so Dense

A way to let Mel know, slightly indirectly, may be to order "The Cuckold: You Can't Hide from Desire" and watch it with her. It's a movie-length DVD that's not too bad; it actually has something of a plot.

I'll mention in advance, though, it has an unfortunate ending it would be better without that gives it something of a "cautionary tale" flavor (but not too heavily).

Thank you, and I mean that. Great idea. We streamed a movie before any of this started one night. I cannot remember the title. Black sucessful couple. The babe was seriously stacked.
Friend of the husband gets released from prison, and evidently he'd taken some heat so the husband wouldn't go to prison.

So the husband owes him, and the con ends up taking care of the house lawn, etc.

Wife is faithful. Blows off the con's advances so he finally drugs her, and takes advantage. Video as well.

At one point while the con's cock is in her she mutters a line, but it's hard to make it out. Mel had me stop and replay. Took two more tries before Mel got it.

The wife had said, "Better than him." The wife is drugged up doesn't remember it after ward, but ends up watching the video, and she obviously isn't telling the guy fucking her that her husband is better.

I'll check the one you mentioned out, and I know there are others. Hell, somewhere I think I've got a list.

Easter was Easter. Best dressed woman in the house was actually Kaye (the MIL) who wore a dandy sun dress. Woman has some serious ta-ta's.

No sex, and I'm not asking. Can't believe she can out last me, but I've heard hubbies say that before and they all lost.

 

[Custer Laststand]

Thank you, and I mean that. Great idea.

You're welcome...

We streamed a movie before any of this started one night. I cannot remember the title. Successful black couple, the [wife] seriously stacked. Friend of the husband gets released from prison .... The wife said [while fucking her husband's friend, after he gave up his seduction efforts and drugged her]: "[You're] better than [my husband]." ....

Ah, yes... but, of course, the plot (as you have described it... I haven't seen that movie) is based on a sustained effort by "another man" to seduce a married woman, after which she finally gives in — albeit as a result of her seducer eventually resorting to drugging her. Usually such movies are cautionary tales, a standard hollywood format in which a woman who casts aside the judeochristian ethic demanding she be faithful to her husband — or if she's single, demanding she not fuck the husband of a married woman — suffers some awful fate; usually she is killed. A good example would be the boiled-rabbit movie "Fatal Attraction."

I'll check out the one you mentioned; I know there are others. ....

No doubt. “The Cuckold” movie develops the theme of white married women fucking black men as a cultural phenomenon. See:

Review of “The Cuckold” in Scandalous Women the e-zine:
The Online Women's Magazine for sexuality, Dating Tips, and Hot Guys

The home page for “Scandalous Women,” which may be of interest to your wife, is here:
The Online Women's Magazine for sexuality, Dating Tips, and Hot Guys

Note the current “issue” includes an article on polyamory, here:
The Online Women's Magazine for sexuality, Dating Tips, and Hot Guys

(These 3 URL's appear to be the same, but they aren't.)

Easter was Easter. Best dressed woman in the house was actually Kaye (my MIL) who wore a dandy sun dress. Woman has some serious ta-ta's.

Like daughter, like mother...

No sex, and I'm not asking.

Good boy.

Incidentally, this aspect of your wife's recent behavior seems somewhat along the lines of the program (so to speak) outlined by Lady Misato in "Real Women Don't Do Housework." You mentioned you do, in fact, do a lot of the housework at your place — which I'm sure is very positive, from the point of view of your relationship with Mel — but that is not what a lot of Lady Misato's site is about.

I can't believe Mel can outlast me, but I've heard hubbies say that before and they all lost.

I agree that would be an unwise bet, for reasons involving the differences between female and male sexuality.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

My Lover

Custer, once again thank you. Probably should put you on a retainer.

I received a letter (postal) in my business mail at the office this morning.

It was a love letter. It was beautiful, and actually made me teary eyed.

I'm willing even happy to put pictures of my wife's most intimate body parts on site, but I'm not willing, nor will I post the contents of her letter to me.

Actually posting her most intimate physical features on site isn't entirely true either. Her best feature is her face, and I won't share that.

She loves me unconditionally. She believes that I am without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to her. She had resigned herself to never marrying again.

Melissa made it clear that she would never, ever, intentionally behave or take part in any activity that might harm our marriage. Period. Mel said that while she was enjoying our little "games" there should be no doubt that the games would immediately end if there was even a tiny chance it would damage our relationship.

Sick to your stomach with all the sweet stuff yet? Stick with me.

The letter ended with a out for me if I wanted things to return to normal.

When I walk through the door tonight she is going to tell me that she got so turned on at school today she thought she'd die. She'll tell me that she wore panties and a pad because her pussy was like a leaking faucet. That she needs cock so bad, and if she can't get it at home she'll have to look else where.

Here's where it gets fucking evil.

If I want to continue with the games I need to tell her I'm too tired to have sex. Regardless of what she does I have to refuse to put my cock into her glorious pussy.

On the other hand if I want the games to end I should jump her bones.

I want to go home right now. If I think about her saying that, and refusing her sex I actually get shakey. I need to get laid. Really need to get laid. I want to put my cock in her pussy and split the rest of my life between that and orally worshipping those same lips.

God. I'd close the doors of my business tomorrow rather than disappoint this sensational woman that is my wife.

Honestly. I don't know which way I'm going to jump, but I'll let you know.

 

[tank_ball]

Those tits are insane.

 

[Custer Laststand]

Custer, once again thank you. Probably should put you on a retainer.

Good idea. But, since my preference is to remain anonymous with respect to comments and "advice" (such as it is) on this site, I'll resist the urge to accept.

I received a letter (postal) in my business mail at the office this morning. It was a love letter. It was beautiful, and actually made me teary eyed. .... She loves me unconditionally. She believes that I am without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to her.

Sweet... it sounds like your responses to Mel's awakened sexuality following her encounter with "the monster" have been well-received and are paying dividends.

She had resigned herself to never marrying again.

Oh my...

Melissa made it clear that she would never, ever, intentionally behave or take part in any activity that might harm our marriage. Period. Mel said that while she was enjoying our little "games" there should be no doubt that the games would immediately end if there was even a tiny chance it would damage our relationship.

From what you've said, the synergy between your wife's "little games" and your responses have been substantially increasing the emotional and sexual intensity of your relationship...

The letter ended with an "out" for me if I want things to return to normal.

Hm... one wonders whether, given what's happened to her and between the two of you, a return to "normal" is even possible at this point...

When I walk through the door tonight she is going to tell me that she got so turned on at school today she thought she'd die. She'll tell me that she wore panties and a pad because her pussy was like a leaking faucet. That she needs cock so bad, and if she can't get it at home she'll have to look else where.

Perhaps a reasonable response when Mel comes home would be — while embracing her, mouth-and-tongue kissing her, and fondling her voluptuous tits and nipples — to sensuously whisper in her ear (not implying any hint of jealousy): "And who is your prospective lover who is causing you to get so wet and horny you can hardly stand it while you're at school, darling...?"

Here's where it gets fucking evil. If I want to continue with the games I need to tell her I'm too tired to have sex. Regardless of what she does I have to refuse to put my cock into her glorious pussy.

Mel told you this in her love letter, I gather (i.e., it's not a response you're imagining yourself)...?

On the other hand if I want the games to end I should jump her bones.

An interesting choice, to be sure...

I want to go home right now. If I think about her saying that, and refusing her sex I actually get shakey. I need to get laid. Really need to get laid. I want to put my cock in her pussy and split the rest of my life between that and orally worshipping those same lips.

There may be an intermediate way to deal with this. If you read through the "Real Women Don't Do Housework" site (especially the sections on "Psychology" and "Conversation"), I think you'll see what I mean. If you then see what I'm saying and think that would be a good way to go (as opposed to finding it turns you off), you would then need to persuade Mel to read through it... or at least, scan through it initially then look at it more carefully later... then talk with her about it.

In order to adopt an "intermediate solution" (so to speak) along the lines of Lady Misato's RWDDH "program," you would need to persuade Mel to defer her decision based on a single act (you fucking her vigorously or refraining from that, given that she has made you extremely horny) while both of you consider whether to proceed along those lines (or not).

God. I'd close the doors of my business tomorrow rather than disappoint this sensational woman that is my wife.

It sounds like you could do that, given Mel's good job and apparently good prospects. But, I wouldn't suggest doing it in reality because it's important... actually, very important... to have more than one source of income. If the reasons don't seem obvious, I suggest reading "The Millionaire Next Door" (an interesting book by 2 economists published not too long ago).

Honestly. I don't know which way I'm going to jump, but I'll let you know.

If Mel said she's going to demand this choice of you in this form, I suggest attempting to persuade her it would be best to defer for a time while considering something along the lines of Lady Misato's suggested program on her "WDDH" site (i.e., point it out to Mel).

If, however, Mel demands you "jump now" thereby showing her how you want your relationship with her to evolve, then... um... er... well... as you say, please let us know.

[What's in the photos, BTW? It looks like a dildo or butt plug with some sort of cross piece.]

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Big Plastic Clip

It's one of those big plastic clips for papers, etc. It's painful when clipped on erect nipples. Melissa gets off on some pain.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Huge Step

I'm trying to get what happened on paper. I didn't get Custer's post until what transpired was already a done deal.
For now, I didn't get laid last night, but did achieve an orgasm at Mel's hand, or rather finger.

 

[Custer Laststand]

I'm trying to get what happened on paper.

You're writing a book...? Or merely keeping a diary...?

.... For now, I didn't get laid last night but did achieve an orgasm... at Mel's hand, or rather, her finger.

That doesn't sound like you "jumped her bones." But, congratulations anyway...

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Pics and Event

Nah. Meant I was typing it up for this extended note.

I’m not a writer.

Mel looked as if she'd been crying. I noticed that before I became aware of her attire, which consisted of a black business jacket, but no blouse, and a black mini-skirt, which she never wears to work. Her black bra and a fair portion of her breasts were visible.

Instead of immediately asking me to fuck her Mel launched into the following tale, which I have done my best to recount.

Oh I'm so glad you're home. I just had the worse day of my life. It started when I spilled coffee on my blouse and stained it. I couldn't wear it around that way so I just took it off, and put my jacket back on. It wasn't really that bad. You could see the tops and insides of my breasts but it was better than the stain.

What I hadn't thought about was that it might turn me on, and oh God did it ever honey. I drenched my panties. I didn't have any choice but to take them off while I was in my office and dry my pussy. I pulled my skirt up to my waist so I wouldn't stain it, and sat on some Kleenex.

I stayed in my office until I thought I was going to pee on my chair. I met several students in the hallway, and when they saw me the boys all grabbed their crotches, and called me terrible names, but I was helpless. I couldn't stop because I had to pee so badly.

When I finally got to my office I was so relieved. Those boys looked at me like I was some sort of meat. Me. Their principal. I would have had them come into my office so I could discipline them, but I was too upset.

Just when I didn't think things could get any worse the Freak's father showed up without an appointment. He's a disgusting man. It's easy to see why his son is so disrespectful. He told me he had decided to file an official complaint with the district regarding his son's punishment.

He thought he was going to scare me I guess, but I put him in his place. He shut up and just stared at me. I just stared back, and finally asked if that was all he should leave.

"You think you're shit doesn't stink don't you? Uppity piece of ass. My son was right about you. You hide behind your big desk, and pass judgment on people who have to work for a living."

I was so enraged at his behavior that I forgot about what I was wearing honey, or rather what I wasn't wearing. I pushed my chair back, and walked around it so there was nothing between us. I sat on my desk, and crossed my legs forgetting that my bare pussy wasn't covered with any panties. I don't know why I was wearing such a short skirt, but I could feel his eyes burning into my ******* pussy.

I was stunned when he stood up took one step forward and pulled my jacket open ripping the buttons off and ******** my tiny black bra which did so little to cover my married breasts. He slapped my breasts honey. He slapped them again, and again until my breasts popped out of my bra. My nipples were hard honey. My breasts were red. I couldn't seem to move.

"No top and no panties, you're pussy is wet unless you just pissed yourself. Y'know what Mrs. Principal you're the one who needs some discipline. You're the one who needs her fat white ass spanked. And yeah you're the one who needs her cunt filled with a couple of pounds of man meat. Shit you're about to cum right now aren't you fucking slut."

Oh honey it was just terrible. I tried to speak. I knew I should scream, but my pussy was so congested I couldn't do anything but moan like some *****. He did spank your wife's ass honey. He flipped me over onto my stomach pushed my skirt up and hit me so hard over and over. He made the principal cry in her own office. When he was finished spanking me he rolled me over and laughed when he saw my face. He told me I was fat, ugly and stupid. I was nothing more than a pig. A fuck pig.

I just lay there. I didn't do anything to cover myself. My legs were spread, my breasts and pussy *******. I moaned when the ass unzipped his jeans and pulled out this, this, thing that looked like some sort of snake. It was vile. It was horrible.

He told me I had to ask nicely. He actually expected me to ask him to fuck me. Me. I finally found my voice and told him he should go fuck himself. He laughed at me again. I told him to get out of my office and to never come back. And besides I told him there was no way that obscenity between his legs would ever fit into my tiny married pussy.

The jerk actually stepped between your wife's legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my pussy lips. He spread my hood laying bare my clit and spanked it with his big cock head until I was moaning and nearing an orgasm when he just stopped and stepped back.

He jerked his tool a few times with his hand and sent one squirt after another of his filthy sperm onto my legs, and tummy, tits, and even my face.

"Tell me you're a cunt."

I wasn't going to do it but I figured if it would get him out of my office before we were discovered it was the best thing to do so I told him I was nothing more than a cunt.

"Tell me you want my son's cock buried in your sloppy cunt."
"Tell me you want your pussy filled with his cum."
"Tell me you'd pay for his cock, my cock, or both of them at once."

I told him honey but of course I didn't mean any of it I just wanted him out of my office so I could try to make myself presentable. Of course I want nothing to do with that awful man or his son. You forgive me don't you honey. Please tell me you understand. I don't know why I'm so horny but I just have to have your penis in my pussy. Please fuck your wife. Please. I can't wait for you to take a pill you need to get hard and fuck me right now.

"Oh Jesus Mel..."

She loved incredibly hot, and vulnerable at once.

"Please honey."

"I...I...can't get hard without the pill, and I'm just too tired to do it."

There I'd done it, but of course didn't know how Mel was going to play this out.

"Then lick me...lick me...Ronnie...I've got to get off or I'll go crazy...crawl over here right now, and lick my pussy...hurry up...hurry...."

I took one step before Mel stopped me.

"Crawl...crawl."

I dropped to my knees and did as she asked. When I went to life her skirt up Mel stopped me again, and told me to lie on my back. I did as she asked. Mel lifted her skirt, spread her legs and started to lower her pussy onto my face. That's when I saw a white liquid within the folds of her bare pussy.

"Mel...what...what's the stuff on your pussy...honey?"

"Oh God I'm so sorry baby. I lied. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself I begged him to fuck me...I cheated...your wife cheated....I'm sorry...he fucked me so good...his cock...his cock honey....it was so big I came just looking at it. He fucked the principal on her desk....what I needed was thrown over my desk and fucked. He was so powerful. He called your wife a cunt. Over and over he called me a worthless cunt pig. I screamed when he filled my pussy with his cock. I begged him to wear a rubber baby, but he wouldn't. He...oh honey he filled me with his sperm. I was unfaithful. I cheated. I know you hate me...I hate him...he just was so good...please forgive me...please clean me...I'm filthy down there...lick me...lick me clean."

I knew it couldn't be sperm. It couldn't because we hadn't even really discussed a third party entering our marriage, and I'd just gotten her letter. So it was something besides sperm, but a tiny part of my brain wanted it to be the real thing.

"Wait, wait. Strip for me. Take all your clothes off so I can play with your penis. You'd like that wouldn't you Ronnie. I'll play with your penis while you clean my cunt."

I stripped, as Mel collected some white gooey slime from her pussy.

Mel squatted over me facing my penis.

"Bring your knees up and spread your legs baby."

I did as Mel requested and she dropped her pussy onto my face so I could lick her. As soon as I got a taste I knew what she'd done, but I didn't say a word just tried to breath while she ground herself into my face.

She leaned forward after a bit far enough to slip her finger into my ass using the liquid that she'd put on her fingers to lube me.

"You've got his cum inside you too. Do you like it baby? Does it feel good?"

"Mmmmmmm."

She found my hot button. My prostate, and although we'd done this sort of number a few times previously the situation Mel had created really intensified the experience.

"Play with yourself. Play with your penis while your wife finger fucks you."

"Mel."

"You need me to spit on your penis? Will that help you jack off?"

"God Mel."

She spit on my penis, and I jerked on my cock while Mel continued to finger me.

I wasn't rigid when I came, but it was still unbelievably intense. My orgasm triggered hers, and she hissed when she came.

When she could Melissa got off of me, and we lie together on the floor without speaking. Just enjoying the warmth of each other. With me the lust fades after orgasm, and this was the same on one level, but not so much on another. I found that I didn't want to verbalize the thought bouncing around in my brain.

The silence ended when Mel smiled at me and asked if I'd like something besides yogurt for dinner. Yeah it was yogurt. Who fucking knew yogurt looked so much like sperm?

Cont.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Pics and Event 2

Later while we were eating she asked if I had enjoyed myself. I told her the truth. I had enjoyed it immensely on one level, but had mixed feelings about the experience on a more rational one.

"What? You'd rather have strawberry?"

Cute. Really fucking funny.

"It's just us honey. As long as it's fun for both of us I'll try to keep coming up with new games, but if you don't like them just tell me okay?"

I told her okay, and that she looked really fucking hot dressed like a slutty principal.

My next task is to write down the names of six men who I fantasized about having sex with her. I guess to see if Mel has any impure thoughts about them as well.

 

[Custer Laststand]

"Then lick me...lick me...Ronnie...I've got to get off or I'll go crazy...crawl over here right now, and lick my pussy...hurry up...hurry...."

I took one step before Mel stopped me.

"Crawl...crawl."

I dropped to my knees and did as she asked. When I went to life her skirt up Mel stopped me again, and told me to lie on my back. I did as she asked. Mel lifted her skirt, spread her legs and started to lower her pussy onto my face. That's when I saw a white liquid within the folds of her bare pussy.

"Mel...what...what's the stuff on your pussy...honey?"

I knew it couldn't be sperm. It couldn't because we hadn't even really discussed a third party entering our marriage, and I'd just gotten her letter. So it was something besides sperm, but a tiny part of my brain wanted it to be the real thing.

"Wait, wait. Strip for me. Take all your clothes off so I can play with your penis. You'd like that wouldn't you Ronnie. I'll play with your penis while you clean my cunt."

I stripped, as Mel collected some white gooey slime from her pussy.

Mel squatted over me facing my penis.

"Bring your knees up and spread your legs baby."

I did as Mel requested and she dropped her pussy onto my face so I could lick her. As soon as I got a taste I knew what she'd done, but I didn't say a word just tried to breath while she ground herself into my face.

Ah... the unmistakable taste of yogurt...

She leaned forward after a bit far enough to slip her finger into my ass using the liquid that she'd put on her fingers to lube me.

"You've got his cum inside you too. Do you like it baby? Does it feel good?"

"Mmmmmmm."

She found my hot button. My prostate, and although we'd done this sort of number a few times previously the situation Mel had created really intensified the experience.

"Play with yourself. Play with your penis while your wife finger fucks you."

Nice...

When she could Melissa got off of me, and we lie together on the floor without speaking. Just enjoying the warmth of each other. .... The silence ended when Mel smiled at me and asked if I'd like something besides yogurt for dinner. Yeah, it was yogurt. Who fucking knew yogurt looked so much like sperm?

Well, it bears more than a passing resemblance...

Later, while we were eating, Mel asked if I had enjoyed myself. I told her the truth. I had enjoyed it immensely on one level, but had mixed feelings about the experience on a more rational one.

You tried to pose as a serious, thoughtful husband...

"What? You'd rather have strawberry [on your yogurt]?"

But, it didn't work...

Cute. Really fucking funny.

So you tried again...

"It's just us honey. As long as it's fun for both of us I'll try to keep coming up with new games, but if you don't like them just tell me okay?"

And your wife gave you a chance to bail out...

I told her okay, and she looked really fucking hot dressed like a slutty principal.

But you didn't take it... instead, you encouraged her inclinations toward on-the-job sluttiness. (Very good.)

My next task is to write down the names of six men who I fantasized about having sex with her. I guess to see if Mel has any impure thoughts about them as well.

Jeez... six is quite a few. Do you think it's possible your wife really has the hots for that many of the dudes you know?

But, hey... anything's possible. Maybe you should consider planning to invite them all over on Saturdays to watch baseball games on your bigscreen TV... you do have a bigscreen TV, right?... now that baseball season is coming up. You never know what might happen...

Thanks for the additional photos of your horny wife displaying her voluptuous big tits.

 

[duke9555]

Custard and his cacoethes scribendi

 

[tank_ball]

Custard and his cacoethes scribendi

He's a good critic of literary works like this one.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

A dictionary this time

Custard and his cacoethes scribendi

I'm gonna assume that's a compliment. I'll check as soon as I'm done here.