#cuckoldress
Apesar de todo o amor e fidelidade que lhe dedico, minha amada ainda sente ciúmes de mim e às vezes passa um pouco dos limites como aconteceu esta manhã, ao acordarmos. Pegou meu celular enquanto eu dormia para ver de quem era aquela mensagem que chegava tão cedo: sim, era de uma mulher. Acordou-me furiosa e não tive tempo de explicar-lhe que era uma colega de trabalho solicitando que levasse alguns documentos importantes. Vesti-me enquanto brigava comigo e saí o mais depressa possível: luz na cara, sem banho e procurando um lugar para tomar café.
Mas não consigo ficar bravo com ela por muito tempo: ao fim do dia já estava com saudades mesmo da cara de brava dela. Voltei. Estava sentada na janela com roupas leves; o cheiro de incenso e a cama desarrumada contavam tudo: “Recebeu outro homem aqui?“ perguntei. “Você vai ficar bravo comigo se eu disse que sim?“ respondeu sem me olhar. “Quis se vingar de mim, é?“ perguntei enquanro me aproximava. “Jamais. Sei que você não me traiu, que peguei pesado com você. Mas achei que você me perdoaria mais fácil se eu transasse com outro homem em nossa cama… me enganei?“ Sem falar nada, eu abracei por trás com ternura e beijei-lhe o pescoço: ela sabia que estava perdoada. Mergulhando os dedos nos meus cabelos, ela sussurou: “Gozei pensando em você…”
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Não seria lindo se Tiffany van Soest decidisse trocar o MMA pelo pornô? Que mulher adorável…
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Não sejam ingênuos: as coisas mudaram. Talvez já seja mãe, sim, quando encontrar o homem de sua vida, mas é bem mais provável que seja amada por um homem fiel e dedicado que adora dividí-la com outros homens, assim como eu.
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Adorei este desenho! Minha identificação só não foi maior porque se eu fosse o bonequinho da esquerda [esquerda, sempre!], eu estaria encantado em ver a minha amada no meio de tantos homens bem-dotados e dispostos a dar-lhe todo o prazer que ela merece, e não com essa carinha de quem viu-comer-e-não-gostou.
[que vontade de fazer uma camiseta com esse desenho!]
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I’d just like to wish a (belated) happy birthday to the amazing Lady Sapphire.
I hope you get all you desire this year, Mistress!
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Will her husband let her go live with her lover, out of love for her?Your wife’s love for her boyfriend is as intense as your love for her.
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Honey, you’re going to prepare Bernard with your mouth, in front of me. It’s going to excite me to see you do it. Then you’ll leave us.
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There you go my darling, he’ll love it. Now turn around and arch your back. You know how our Master likes to see your rump ready to be fucked.
It will make him come very quickly, I’m sure.
Her lover chooses her outfit and the place for the picture and we execute…
We have to admit that we like more and more to obey him!
The detail of the day… That she wears neither her wedding ring nor her engagement ring, just the one he offered her… I am still excited about it!
Admiring them, telling myself how wonderful my wife is… until her lover wants to humiliate me with something like: “That’s it, you’ve enjoyed it enough. I got you a hotel room. Get out and don’t come back until tomorrow night.”
And my dick will get even harder!
My lover often comes to spend the weekend with us. My husband knows the basic rule: always welcome her and show his total submission to both of us.
“I’m OK with it, Ash” I said, as I took a big gulp of my martini. “Can I ask you one question, though?”
“Sure, of course.”
“I mean about that night, at the party-”
“Yeah?”
“It’s nothing, really, no big deal, but I was just wondering, and I want to be able to talk openly about anything and everything and communication is key-”
“OK?”
“I was wondering, I mean if you don’t mind telling me, but at the party, I mean with him, did you have an orgasm that night?”
Ashley look startled at first. Then she took my hand and said, “Wow, really, do you really want to know?”
I nodded affirmative.
“Yes, I did.”
I looked away, then back at her, before asking, “Was it intense?”
“Well, given that I had two, you could say that.”
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I looked down at the floor and said, “You know, his penis… was it bigger than mine?”
She waited for my eyes to get back off the floor.
“He was… wasn’t he?” I asked.
Ashley looked pained, as though having to tell a kid the truth about Santa Claus. “Yeah” she said.
“How much bigger?”
The way I blurted out the question caused her to laugh slightly.
“Just bigger, OK,” she replied.
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“One last thing,” I said, trying to sound dispassionate. “He used a condom, right? I mean, did you hear if he used a condom?”
Craig hesitated before saying, “No.”
“No, you didn’t hear?”
“No, I heard he didn’t.”
“He didn’t?”
“I heard he did not.”
“He didn’t use a condom. He finished inside her?”
Craig looked at me, treating it like a rhetorical question, saying nothing.
“So he did?”
“I’m sorry, Dave.”
He was giving me that pitying look like the last time.
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“But I was just curious, about that rumor. When they were having sex, did you hear if it was interrupted or did he complete it?”
Craig looked at me inquisitively. “What do you mean?”
“I mean did he complete the act? Having sex with her? It wasn’t stopped in the middle?”
“Um, yeah, no, I don’t think it was stopped in the middle.”
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Was his cock in Ashley’s mouth when I’d knocked? They’d stay motionless for a moment, Jim’s hand on Ashley’s hair, his cock in her mouth. Perhaps Jim had shoved it in even farther and held it there at the sound of my voice. Then Tamara had shooed me upstairs, and he’d given her the green light to go back to sucking-sucking the cock that was about to fuck her.
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