Andrea, her nurse uniform disposed of on the floor, her outstanding figure clad in the most drool-worthy black lacy underwear. “Fuck,” I hiss, as she sashays her hips towards me.
“That’s exactly what I aim to do, Sir.” I shake my head to stop myself from staring at her as I am buried deep inside my wife. I have never really noticed Andrea at the club, merely nodded when I had seen her and then left it at that. I have never really noticed how beautiful she is or how sexy she can be.
“Andrea, who do you want more, me or Abigail?” I ask her, intrigued as to the answer. Andrea with Abbi I can allow without a second thought, but me and her; that is another thing. I don’t want to risk Abbi’s emotional welfare right now, no matter how bad my dick wants to be balls deep inside of her delicious body. Without the hundred percent approval of my wife I’m not going there. I have done it once, with Debbie, and well what a monumental mistake that has been. Look where the fuck it has landed me; the possibility of another baby on the way from a deranged psychopath who has attempted to kill my best friend.
“Hmm, that’s very hard. You see, I’m used to controlling every person I come across. Men and women alike, fall at my feet and kiss my very shiny boots just to feel my presence, and here you are, in all your male perfect glory, stealing that from me. So right now, all I want to do is spank the fucking shit out of something, quite hard. I want to be pounded by your dick and then I want to devour your wife’s pussy. So both of you, that is who I want more, both of you, together, at t he same time, right now.” I can see her struggling to hand the reins to me, I can see her eyes dilating and darkening the way a true Dom’s do when their arousal hits a peak.
“I like the sound of this.” Abbi finally speaks. “Please Leigh, baby, I need to see this, to have this. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to see you lose control the way you did with her.” By ‘her’ she is referring to Debbie. It should have surprised me, her reaction that is, but it doesn’t. I know my wife, better than anyone does; I know that there is a part of her, of which I don’t know how big, that craves the feel of other people. Male and female alike, she craves to see the look I get when I see another drive her crazy, craves the intensity of somebody pleasuring me. It is a fucked up kind of relationship, but what do I care? I know she is mine and I am hers solely. Anybody, with my permission, can wallow in the pleasure my wife can bring, taking and drawing every ounce of pleasure from her, because I know at the end of the day they are going to fuck off home to their own beds and I get to sleep next to her, owning her soul, body and heart.
“Yes, Abigail likes the sound of this, and by the darkening in those spectacular green eyes of yours, you want this just as bad don’t you? You want to feel my pussy around your hard dick Leighton, it would feel so good. Maybe Abbi could ride my tongue as you drive deep inside me.” She is pacing around us, our bodies still entwined on the top of the bed. Her fingers are trailing every available inch of the both of us, her fingertips causing surges of electricity to pulse through me as she does.
“Yes,” I reply, admitting to the need that has built inside of me. Abigail has always been enough for me, always driving me fucking insane with desire, but the feel of someone new, someone different, whose presence could take my wife to a whole new level, there isn’t anything quite like it. What the fuck is adultery if both man and wife agree and get the fuck off on it?
I have admitted to myself the need I have, for a man. Antonio is gone, and it broke my heart, no sorry it broke my fucking cock to know I would never feel his arse around me, or his dick inside me. There is only one other person who knows of my needs, one other person who would do anything for me. Scott is good, very good in
“That’s exactly what I aim to do, Sir.” I shake my head to stop myself from staring at her as I am buried deep inside my wife. I have never really noticed Andrea at the club, merely nodded when I had seen her and then left it at that. I have never really noticed how beautiful she is or how sexy she can be.
“Andrea, who do you want more, me or Abigail?” I ask her, intrigued as to the answer. Andrea with Abbi I can allow without a second thought, but me and her; that is another thing. I don’t want to risk Abbi’s emotional welfare right now, no matter how bad my dick wants to be balls deep inside of her delicious body. Without the hundred percent approval of my wife I’m not going there. I have done it once, with Debbie, and well what a monumental mistake that has been. Look where the fuck it has landed me; the possibility of another baby on the way from a deranged psychopath who has attempted to kill my best friend.
“Hmm, that’s very hard. You see, I’m used to controlling every person I come across. Men and women alike, fall at my feet and kiss my very shiny boots just to feel my presence, and here you are, in all your male perfect glory, stealing that from me. So right now, all I want to do is spank the fucking shit out of something, quite hard. I want to be pounded by your dick and then I want to devour your wife’s pussy. So both of you, that is who I want more, both of you, together, at t he same time, right now.” I can see her struggling to hand the reins to me, I can see her eyes dilating and darkening the way a true Dom’s do when their arousal hits a peak.
“I like the sound of this.” Abbi finally speaks. “Please Leigh, baby, I need to see this, to have this. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to see you lose control the way you did with her.” By ‘her’ she is referring to Debbie. It should have surprised me, her reaction that is, but it doesn’t. I know my wife, better than anyone does; I know that there is a part of her, of which I don’t know how big, that craves the feel of other people. Male and female alike, she craves to see the look I get when I see another drive her crazy, craves the intensity of somebody pleasuring me. It is a fucked up kind of relationship, but what do I care? I know she is mine and I am hers solely. Anybody, with my permission, can wallow in the pleasure my wife can bring, taking and drawing every ounce of pleasure from her, because I know at the end of the day they are going to fuck off home to their own beds and I get to sleep next to her, owning her soul, body and heart.
“Yes, Abigail likes the sound of this, and by the darkening in those spectacular green eyes of yours, you want this just as bad don’t you? You want to feel my pussy around your hard dick Leighton, it would feel so good. Maybe Abbi could ride my tongue as you drive deep inside me.” She is pacing around us, our bodies still entwined on the top of the bed. Her fingers are trailing every available inch of the both of us, her fingertips causing surges of electricity to pulse through me as she does.
“Yes,” I reply, admitting to the need that has built inside of me. Abigail has always been enough for me, always driving me fucking insane with desire, but the feel of someone new, someone different, whose presence could take my wife to a whole new level, there isn’t anything quite like it. What the fuck is adultery if both man and wife agree and get the fuck off on it?
I have admitted to myself the need I have, for a man. Antonio is gone, and it broke my heart, no sorry it broke my fucking cock to know I would never feel his arse around me, or his dick inside me. There is only one other person who knows of my needs, one other person who would do anything for me. Scott is good, very good in
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