1. wide tells s****r


    Date: 12/15/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: smallguy2014, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    about me during their last call, apparently." "Jesus, really? What did she say to him?" My throat felt suddenly tight. "Well... Let's just say that Stace' told Adam that I'm perfectly free to 'play' lover - and with your knowledge and permission." Linda finished with a teasing little smile. "Oh my God!" I croaked. My cock arose like a rocket on a launch pad. "That's hardly a 'hint', is it?" Linda grinned. "I guess not, Little one... but it sets the stage rather nicely, don't you think? And I know that you find what Stacey is doing is turning you on a lot! Admit it..." I took a deep breath. "Ok, I admit it... Having my own s****r-in-law help you to 'cuck' me is a turn-on... I can't explain why, but knowing that she's practically setting you up with another guy just adds to it all... it's very powerful..." Linda giggled. "Stacey had it all planned, Lover... I can assure you that it's going to drive you absolutely insane..." "What have you planned?" "Ohh, if I told you then that would spoil it, Little one! Wait 'till Saturday night, and all will be revealed..." ***** Adam, as it turned out, was a tall, dark-haired guy with a breezy and easygoing manner. I would have taken an instant liking to him if not for the fact that within a few hours he might wind up bedding with my wife. It was 8.00pm on Saturday night, and Adam, Stacey, Linda and I were ensconced around a semi-circular table set into a wall booth in one of the local watering holes in town. You know the kind, where the ...
    seat is one continuous soft-cushioned, high-backed half-moon that follows the contour of the table. We were sat in this precise order - Adam and Linda, followed by Stacey and myself - either by accident, or by Stacey's devious design, as it was she who had ushered us into the booth as though she were herding neatly dressed, well-coiffed chickens. However - I am getting ahead of myself... Stacey had arrived at the house just before midday on Saturday morning, and had greeted me warmly, but with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Linda, Stacey and I had spent the afternoon just chilling and shooting the shit about the usual mundane things with rarely a hint of what had been covertly planned for the forthcoming evening, or, in fact, the events of two weeks previously. You, the reader, will of course understand that I was by now aroused to a very high degree, and I did my best to disguise the fact that I was a trembling, frisky basket case. The only implications of what was planned for tonight came via Stacey's occasional snippets of double-entendre and witty hidden meanings. Despite my obviously aroused state, I was surprised to find that I eagerly joined in the game of subtle oral ping-pong, to which both Linda and Stacey keenly responded. From time to time Stacey would look at me with a curious, almost indiscernible smile - as if to say: "You know what's going down, and I know what's going down, but we aren't gonna say anything about it to each other, are we?" A part of me was ...
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