1. snatch-22


    Date: 6/16/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: fatmagicaltongue, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    slowly deflate, covered in a mixture of their cream. He made lots of excuses, but ultimately it came down to this: he had a shot with a lingerie model that his company hired for an otherwise unrelated advertising shoot and he was weak. He couldn't pass up the chance to bed a semi-famous model. Undoubtedly, she is beautiful, and I recognized her immediately once I got over the shock. What she wanted from him I still don't know and I don't care. He swore it was a one-time thing and that it had never happened before, nor would it happen again.&#034 She paused to let everything she'd said sink in and I wondered how long she'd been working on this whole scheme, especially this Oscar-worthy performance. &#034I've been trying to decide whether to forgive him. That's where you come in. I've decided that the only way is an eye for an eye—a fuck for a fuck. Daniel, I've seen the way that you sneak glances at my legs or my chest sometimes in meetings. I'm pretty sure you fancy me, don't you?&#034 She giggled awkwardly; leading me to imagine how his face must look as it slowly sank in what she was asking of him. &#034Daniel, will you take me to bed? This can only be a one-time thing. I understand why Steve was tempted—I'm tempted by you. I love my husband and this is the only way we're going to put this behind us. Please take me upstairs and fuck me. Steve knows nothing about this. He's on a plane back home right now that lands in about an hour. Fuck me and leave me used up and sweaty, ...
    just how I found him when I caught him with that girl. I need him to feel what it is like to find the love of your life covered in someone else's cum.&#034 I never actually heard him say yes, but clearly he must have given her some sign as I soon heard the sounds of passionate kissing. This was really happening. My heart sank at what I'd sent my wife out to do, but strangely my cock was still semi-hard. Her story apparently had the same effect on him as I heard her say, &#034Oh my! Let's get upstairs and get this out where I can have a look at that thing.&#034 With that she squealed a girlish cry of delight before asking him to also grab her handbag so she could touch up her makeup in the bedroom. I heard his steps as he apparently carried her up the stairs and over the threshold to our marital bed. She positioned her handbag somewhere close to the bed and told him to take a seat in the same chair where I'd ate her pussy only a few hours ago. Quiet music began to drift through the speaker, followed by a sigh of approval, as I realized she must have now been performing the sensual strip tease that I'd refused by choosing option two. He wolf-whistled and applauded, encouraging her to take it off as I imagined every article of clothing coming off in reverse order from the show she'd put on for me while dressing. Finally, she must have completed the show, ending the tease with the inevitable reveal of her most private treasures—something no man had seen beyond me since before our ...
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