1. Football or Sex


    Date: 5/19/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Wife, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 47.1, Source: sexstories.com

    As the rain slumped down on the window, Mila stood upright, clinging both hands to the bleak, lucid glass before her. A countless contemplations were rushing through her mind. Was it best to fall asleep alone tonight? Or to lure her husband, Brandon, from watching his most loved soccer league and make love to her preferably. Of course! She would attempt to seduce him and see how weakly or high-powered he would get. As a stripped naked Mila stepped away from the icy window, her body started to shudder helplessly. She went on to unclose the doors of her closet, and collected out a doublet of black leggings, a brown-trimmed bra, and her purple titillating underwear lastly. This was supposed to be enough to fulfil her desires. For virtually five days now, Brandon had not had or relished sex. How come? He was a wed man with an exceedingly beautiful wife. She was all the time yielding to his yearnings and appetites, and she never turned down or ducked having sex with him. Roughly five days back, Brandon had toured off to France for some crucial business convention. He had been restlessly preoccupied with work there and endless appointments what's more, thus having terribly little time left to pleasure even just one woman. Right now, he could feel his starved sexual appetites badger and rack him. Go fuck your good-looking wife! Go nail her now! His instincts screeched and induced him. He couldn't do this nevertheless. Just when he had arrived home, a well-known Spanish football ...
    league had begun premiering live on nearly all sport channels. He couldn't stand to miss watching it. His pals and managers at work were already texting and tweeting him about its up-to-the-minute progress. Things like: 50,000 people are going to watch this game live at the stadium in Barcelona. This issue at hand was a little bit problematic. Mila and sex could wait. But not the football league itself. Under her breath, Mila sneaked a hurried look from the doorway at Brandon as he chilled down in the sofa. She got lost into thoughts of her own for a swift while, struggling to think how she was exactly going to take advantage of his sexual malnutrition. This was not going to be a child's play exercise. But it was within means of plausibility. She vanished to the kitchen without Brandon catching a glimpse of her, and then retreated back minutes later lifting a tray of balmy wine. Brandon was startled the instant he noticed her. He supposed thar she was already alseep and long knocked out of reality. She wasn't anyway. But instead robed like a woman fixed and setting her sights on tricking her man to bed. Well, if that was what was going on in her mind this minute, then she was mistaken for certain about leading him astray from his soccer match. Even if she took off all her clothes right in front of the television and started prancing about seductively, Brandon's dick was not going to spring up inside his pants and proceed on to jig auspiciously. No, no! "Oh," Mila mouthed in ...
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