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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
07/09/2010
Working as a clinical psychologist I'm used to reflecting candidly about myself and about lifestyles. You hear a lot in clinical work. But I still took a month or so when John my husband encouraged me to come on to his cousin, a physical hunk called Gavin.Whilst I could understand why a man might want to submit to a better man (Gavin is well hung, and John knew it- they showered together as a team after the football matches)- why he might want to watch me fuck; i took time to ponder my needs.
Showing off didn't do it for me. I wanted John to beg to hear the details, to weave him a lurid picture of the action. I wanted him to live through my perceptions. It was such a power trip! I listed why i fancied Gavin. It wasn't just that he was physically better, but because he was more successful in his business. Gavin was earthier, more direct, i decided. So I said to John that i would put it on a plate for Gavin, but that i would have an affair with him too. We would date, I would talk candidly about why my husband didn't make the grade and his mother would find out as well. Beth is a radical woman and always wondered whether i could make a man out of her son. The fact that i was cuckolding him with a relative wouldn't suprise her.
Gavin and i got it on the next month- after a football match where he had scored two goals and John had limped off with a pulled ankle. Whilst my husband waited in casualty, Gavin fucked me on the brass bed at home. A team mate would bring my husband home later. I even said, 'bring John home will you, Gavin wants to fuck me.' You should have seen the guy's face.
They got back sooner than I had expected (so much for waiting times) and both sat downstairs, watching football on the box, sound turned down and listening to us lock hard upstairs. I suppose the other guy was curious, pervy or simply supportive, but when i came down, educated, changed and utterly content from taking some very hard cock, I thanked him curtly and told him to go.
John was disgusting, he wanted to show his submission to Gavin there and then, to kiss my arse, lick my boots or some such. But this wasn't about his needs, it was about mine. So i made him hobble into the kitchen and fix a sandwich for us, whilst we cuddled on the sofa.
Frankly, Gavin didn't understand John, but that didn't matter. I said that he didn't count, sexually and we agreed to date the following day. It was only then after that he had left that i said anything to John. It was conditional. 'I tell my story if you tug on your cock', I said. He actually did it and the thrill of watching his prick spout spunk surprised me. I really liked the control- the way he grimaced and orgasmed- without me even touching him.
It is early days yet, but there is something deeply needful about this. No textbook would explain it, no clinical case history illustrate it. But the journey's mine, for my interests and my bloody husband can just get used to it.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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Showing off didn't do it for me. I wanted John to beg to hear the details, to weave him a lurid picture of the action. I wanted him to live through my perceptions. It was such a power trip! I listed why i fancied Gavin. It wasn't just that he was physically better, but because he was more successful in his business. Gavin was earthier, more direct, i decided. So I said to John that i would put it on a plate for Gavin, but that i would have an affair with him too. We would date, I would talk candidly about why my husband didn't make the grade and his mother would find out as well. Beth is a radical woman and always wondered whether i could make a man out of her son. The fact that i was cuckolding him with a relative wouldn't suprise her.
Gavin and i got it on the next month- after a football match where he had scored two goals and John had limped off with a pulled ankle. Whilst my husband waited in casualty, Gavin fucked me on the brass bed at home. A team mate would bring my husband home later. I even said, 'bring John home will you, Gavin wants to fuck me.' You should have seen the guy's face.
They got back sooner than I had expected (so much for waiting times) and both sat downstairs, watching football on the box, sound turned down and listening to us lock hard upstairs. I suppose the other guy was curious, pervy or simply supportive, but when i came down, educated, changed and utterly content from taking some very hard cock, I thanked him curtly and told him to go.
John was disgusting, he wanted to show his submission to Gavin there and then, to kiss my arse, lick my boots or some such. But this wasn't about his needs, it was about mine. So i made him hobble into the kitchen and fix a sandwich for us, whilst we cuddled on the sofa.
Frankly, Gavin didn't understand John, but that didn't matter. I said that he didn't count, sexually and we agreed to date the following day. It was only then after that he had left that i said anything to John. It was conditional. 'I tell my story if you tug on your cock', I said. He actually did it and the thrill of watching his prick spout spunk surprised me. I really liked the control- the way he grimaced and orgasmed- without me even touching him.
It is early days yet, but there is something deeply needful about this. No textbook would explain it, no clinical case history illustrate it. But the journey's mine, for my interests and my bloody husband can just get used to it.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
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