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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
20/01/2010
My husband doesn't know about this:
New year's eve was going great when husband punked out and got a ride home with friends. Kiss good-bye at the door, sayin' to him "I'll get a ride, don't worry." I stayed.
I took a walk with a guest from the neighborhood to find the fireworks just before midnight. He'd noticed me, earlier, in my short black dress; I'd noticed him; we talked. We found each other at the wine table again later, after husband had left, and he poured me another glass. He joined my group in front of the fireplace. I caught him...lookin'. I wasn't thinking when I took that walk with him...after all, there's the inevitable kiss at midnight on New Year's. With the fireworks going off before us, we were standing apart watching, he turned to me and said Happy New Year and leaned in and kissed my lips, that's all. Happy New Year I say, and kiss his lips, then Kiss him good. He tastes like Cabernet. Now, we're huddled together against the cold among the other people on the street. Are there others from the party? It doesn't seem so. The slow holdin' hands walk back to the party...between the streetlights, kissing in the shadows, deep attentive playful kissing, man knows what he doin'. Then arm-in-arm against the cold. At the party, the flirt, the innocent kiss in front of guests under the mistletoe in that doorway. The meet-up in the upstairs' bedroom. Yeah.
I climb the narrow dark stairs, aware he's behind me and my business is at his eye level, no lights are on. End of the hall, a bedroom, a bed, close the door, he locks it and we're all over each other with kisses and hands, and how do two people end up on the bed? but we do, kissing deep and hungry and like it's got a mind all its own my hand is there on the front of his pants, and oh, he in there all right. Then he's gone, slitherin' down the bed and kissing my leg, where the dress rode up, my no pantyhose naked leg, his hands and mouth on my bare leg, and he inches up my hem and follows with kissin up high and then both hands reaching reaching and I raise my hips and let him pull pull my underwear down and off me, the shoes too, and then he's back where he'd been, kissing, his hands under, holding my hips that way and he knows, I know, where he's heading and as he does, as he does I open and spread, I'm excited and scared, and then he's there and he starts out with the tip of tongue and goes from there, finally tongue in deep. Long story short, this hasn't happened, hasn't been done, since before I'm married, 'cuz husband won't go down, and I end up coming, moaning into a pillow so no one hears, jerking into his face, his face like that. When it all settles down he comes on up and kisses my lips and I kiss him back and taste myself on his mouth and tongue, his face is wet and then I feel him reaching down and unzipping, he says "birth control?" And I say "Yes," and I'm grateful and wet, and raise my legs, and he's puttin' it in. We're fucking. Five minutes fast, five minutes long, he knows how to use his business. He's fast, it's a quickie, but I don't care cuz I got mine.
He goes back downstairs first. I pull on the undies and straighten my dress, put back the pillow and put back the bed. He drove me home; more getting' it on in the car, hand on tit there in the car, a block from my house. I'd had no intention of climbing down off the fence of indecision and explore...'twas more like I fell off. explored. got explored. Ravished, ravaged, taken, fucked. And happy. M.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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New year's eve was going great when husband punked out and got a ride home with friends. Kiss good-bye at the door, sayin' to him "I'll get a ride, don't worry." I stayed.
I took a walk with a guest from the neighborhood to find the fireworks just before midnight. He'd noticed me, earlier, in my short black dress; I'd noticed him; we talked. We found each other at the wine table again later, after husband had left, and he poured me another glass. He joined my group in front of the fireplace. I caught him...lookin'. I wasn't thinking when I took that walk with him...after all, there's the inevitable kiss at midnight on New Year's. With the fireworks going off before us, we were standing apart watching, he turned to me and said Happy New Year and leaned in and kissed my lips, that's all. Happy New Year I say, and kiss his lips, then Kiss him good. He tastes like Cabernet. Now, we're huddled together against the cold among the other people on the street. Are there others from the party? It doesn't seem so. The slow holdin' hands walk back to the party...between the streetlights, kissing in the shadows, deep attentive playful kissing, man knows what he doin'. Then arm-in-arm against the cold. At the party, the flirt, the innocent kiss in front of guests under the mistletoe in that doorway. The meet-up in the upstairs' bedroom. Yeah.
I climb the narrow dark stairs, aware he's behind me and my business is at his eye level, no lights are on. End of the hall, a bedroom, a bed, close the door, he locks it and we're all over each other with kisses and hands, and how do two people end up on the bed? but we do, kissing deep and hungry and like it's got a mind all its own my hand is there on the front of his pants, and oh, he in there all right. Then he's gone, slitherin' down the bed and kissing my leg, where the dress rode up, my no pantyhose naked leg, his hands and mouth on my bare leg, and he inches up my hem and follows with kissin up high and then both hands reaching reaching and I raise my hips and let him pull pull my underwear down and off me, the shoes too, and then he's back where he'd been, kissing, his hands under, holding my hips that way and he knows, I know, where he's heading and as he does, as he does I open and spread, I'm excited and scared, and then he's there and he starts out with the tip of tongue and goes from there, finally tongue in deep. Long story short, this hasn't happened, hasn't been done, since before I'm married, 'cuz husband won't go down, and I end up coming, moaning into a pillow so no one hears, jerking into his face, his face like that. When it all settles down he comes on up and kisses my lips and I kiss him back and taste myself on his mouth and tongue, his face is wet and then I feel him reaching down and unzipping, he says "birth control?" And I say "Yes," and I'm grateful and wet, and raise my legs, and he's puttin' it in. We're fucking. Five minutes fast, five minutes long, he knows how to use his business. He's fast, it's a quickie, but I don't care cuz I got mine.
He goes back downstairs first. I pull on the undies and straighten my dress, put back the pillow and put back the bed. He drove me home; more getting' it on in the car, hand on tit there in the car, a block from my house. I'd had no intention of climbing down off the fence of indecision and explore...'twas more like I fell off. explored. got explored. Ravished, ravaged, taken, fucked. And happy. M.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
Poster:
madeline