1. Dinner with Rick


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: crack-crack, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    back slightly, and ask me, &#034Just look at her - have you ever seen a more beautiful woman? She's just so fresh, and yet so sexy. Don?t you agree, G?&#034 Of course, I agreed, and she beamed at me, smiling warmly, as though I had said it myself. He whispered something to her again, and a few seconds later, she casually moved her hand up the front of her dress and unbuttoned a second button. Now a daring amount of cleavage was visible from where I sat, but Rick had a much better view beside her. As she ate, the dress fell open slightly, and Rick made no attempt to hide the long glances inside. He was cuckolding me again in public, free to stare at my wife's bare breasts while I could only imagine how enticing the velvety smooth curves of flesh appeared, nestled beneath the opening of her dress, just out of my sight. It was maddening. He was a genius. Later I noticed his hand was under the table, resting on her thigh. Although the table cloth hid what he was doing, it appeared he was slowly pulling her dress higher, baring her legs under the table. Dolly saw me staring and smiled, as if to say it was ok. I had no doubts about her submissiveness to him in private, but was amazed she would go this far in a public place. She shifted a little in her chair. Was she really opening her legs for him? As the night progressed, his hand slid discreetly under the table again and again. At times she shuddered slightly, staring at her plate as if in a trance. Where was his hand as she ...
    lapsed into these mini-submissions? Was he merely stroking the inside of her thigh, or had he gone deeper between her legs, testing her limits, wetting his fingers with juices that I knew poured from the hot liquid core of her body? I began to feel the familiar mix of excitement and angst. Dolly really was his date this night - she had as much as told me so by giving in to him so easily, by playing his game right from the start with wide-eyed enthusiasm. My wife was only a few feet from me, completely naked under her little black dress, seemingly enjoying being pawed by another man, a man who had swiftly and cleverly taken her for his own as I watched. Images of him fucking her in our bed came rushing back, his confident aggressiveness as he entered her for the first time, and her resistance that melted away as her little moans told me she how much she wanted him to take her. I began to realize that everything he had said that night was true. She didn't love him, but in a way, he truly was her boyfriend, and certainly her lover. And, for at least that one night, I was only a friend, a voyeur to their flirting, to her tempting body, and to her desire for him as she spread her legs under the table. I thought of how easily he might have taken her for his own, had she met him before me. But then she smiled at me again, her bright face proof that her lust that night was for him, but her love was only for me. They fawned over each other throughout the meal. She caught the waiter ...
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