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24/10/2018
Part 3
In my last post, dated Sept 27, I described the night I first cuckolded my husband, Tim, with his knowledge and approval, even though I had been cheating on him anyway. I want to continue from where I left off just to show how much my husband was excited by it, even after a good night's sleep. I don't have time to get very far here, but I'll tell more of our lives in another post if people email me and let me know they're interested. I've been called a vain, attention seeking female, so I guess I'll live up to that.
I'd come home very late that night from a long hot date with my steady boyfriend, tired and well fucked. My boyfriend, Dave, was a true stud, really amazing, and we'd done it so many times that my pussy was swollen and sore. I went to bed naked without a shower, at my husband's near insistence.
The next morning was Saturday and when the sun shining through the window woke me up, it was about 10 am. I was freaked out I'd slept so long, but I heard my son outside playing with our neighbor's child so I figured Tim had fixed his breakfast and probably told him mommy needed some extra sleep. I called to my husband and he came into the bedroom and confirmed that our son was fed and fine.
I didn't get a chance to get out of bed or say much more when Tim said, "God, Shayla, you look so beautiful lying there with the sun in your gorgeous blonde hair."
"Oh, come on, Tim. My hair's "disheveled" as you said last night, and I'm barely awake, and I could use a shower. Save your false compliments."
"They're not false," Tim said. "You really are beautiful, honey. Just exactly the way you are."
"What I am is wicked, Tim," I said, only half joking. "Someday you'll find out just how wicked, and I hope you can handle it."
"I don't care honey. And don't move. You don't need a shower."
As Tim pulled the sheet away from my body, he said, Your not still sore this morning, are you?"
"No, but--"
"Good, because I'm going down on you."
"Tim, I came home last night sweaty, scratched, bitten, and with a pussy full of come that's been marinating now for about nine hours. Do you have any idea how funky I am?"
"Doesn't matter, Shayla. I want you."
Before I could say anything else he was kissing his way down my midriff. I tensed up with embarrassment, but I figured, if that's what he wants...
Tim started kissing the tops of my thighs, and since I knew he wasn't going to stop there, I spread my legs to make it a little easier for him. As soon as I did, the faintest whiff of my own musky scent drifted up to me. Instantly, my mind went back to the night before. I thought about Dave, about how muscular and sexy he was, about the breathtaking fucking his huge cock gave me. I felt myself getting horny and moist. Now I'd be even more funky, but I couldn't help it.
Tim got down between my legs and looked my pussy over as though he were looking at a pile of gold coins.
He said, "It looks better this morning, but your once beautifully trimmed bush is matted with dried come and your lips are still red and gaping. And you must have still been dripping a little right after you went to bed, because the sheets are stained."
"Good. That just means I had a great time. As for the sheets, I guess you'll have to use a stain treatment before you launder them, babe. You can thank Dave for that. No offense, but he shoots more in one spurt than you do in two whole comes put together. And as for me being still gaping and red, well, Dave knows how to give a woman total fucking, and he touches me in places you never have and never can."
My taunting made Tim take a deep breath. I could see his cock pounding harder and harder through his pants.
Tim got his face down within a quarter inch of my pussy, spread my lips with his fingers, and slowly inhaled my scent as deep as he could. I closed my eyes and thought about my lover as my husband began kissing and licking me. I started getting really wet, but it was from thoughts of Dave, not from what my husband was doing. I felt like such a slut, but I wasn't ashamed. And I didn't have to worry about my husband being unhappy. He was in heaven. He dived into my cunt like a wild man, like he was trying to suck whatever was left of Dave's come out of my body.
I took hold of his hair and pushed his face even harder into me. I found I actually was still a little sore from the night before, but thoughts of my boyfriend made me too horny to care. Tim was having too great a time himself to really please me, but his wet mouth and tongue did feel good on my poor battered little quim. I decided to give him a boost, and let him think he made me come. I started to push up against him and moan a little. I held his mouth tight to me, and in a few seconds I heard him swallow.
I eased back and let go of his head, but he just kept licking me until he got me as dry as he could.
When he felt he'd done his best, he raised his head and said, "Wow, you really came hard. I didn't know you were a squirter!"
"Oh, I'm a squirter, Tim -- but not with you. You've never been able to make me do it, and you didn't this time. You just swallowed my pee. Along with my juices of course, both fresh and dried, not to mention whatever was left of my lover's come."
Tim lay his head back down on one of my thighs and said, "Sweet Jesus, Shayla, I love you so much."
"I know. I'm only cruel because I love you too."
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In my last post, dated Sept 27, I described the night I first cuckolded my husband, Tim, with his knowledge and approval, even though I had been cheating on him anyway. I want to continue from where I left off just to show how much my husband was excited by it, even after a good night's sleep. I don't have time to get very far here, but I'll tell more of our lives in another post if people email me and let me know they're interested. I've been called a vain, attention seeking female, so I guess I'll live up to that.
I'd come home very late that night from a long hot date with my steady boyfriend, tired and well fucked. My boyfriend, Dave, was a true stud, really amazing, and we'd done it so many times that my pussy was swollen and sore. I went to bed naked without a shower, at my husband's near insistence.
The next morning was Saturday and when the sun shining through the window woke me up, it was about 10 am. I was freaked out I'd slept so long, but I heard my son outside playing with our neighbor's child so I figured Tim had fixed his breakfast and probably told him mommy needed some extra sleep. I called to my husband and he came into the bedroom and confirmed that our son was fed and fine.
I didn't get a chance to get out of bed or say much more when Tim said, "God, Shayla, you look so beautiful lying there with the sun in your gorgeous blonde hair."
"Oh, come on, Tim. My hair's "disheveled" as you said last night, and I'm barely awake, and I could use a shower. Save your false compliments."
"They're not false," Tim said. "You really are beautiful, honey. Just exactly the way you are."
"What I am is wicked, Tim," I said, only half joking. "Someday you'll find out just how wicked, and I hope you can handle it."
"I don't care honey. And don't move. You don't need a shower."
As Tim pulled the sheet away from my body, he said, Your not still sore this morning, are you?"
"No, but--"
"Good, because I'm going down on you."
"Tim, I came home last night sweaty, scratched, bitten, and with a pussy full of come that's been marinating now for about nine hours. Do you have any idea how funky I am?"
"Doesn't matter, Shayla. I want you."
Before I could say anything else he was kissing his way down my midriff. I tensed up with embarrassment, but I figured, if that's what he wants...
Tim started kissing the tops of my thighs, and since I knew he wasn't going to stop there, I spread my legs to make it a little easier for him. As soon as I did, the faintest whiff of my own musky scent drifted up to me. Instantly, my mind went back to the night before. I thought about Dave, about how muscular and sexy he was, about the breathtaking fucking his huge cock gave me. I felt myself getting horny and moist. Now I'd be even more funky, but I couldn't help it.
Tim got down between my legs and looked my pussy over as though he were looking at a pile of gold coins.
He said, "It looks better this morning, but your once beautifully trimmed bush is matted with dried come and your lips are still red and gaping. And you must have still been dripping a little right after you went to bed, because the sheets are stained."
"Good. That just means I had a great time. As for the sheets, I guess you'll have to use a stain treatment before you launder them, babe. You can thank Dave for that. No offense, but he shoots more in one spurt than you do in two whole comes put together. And as for me being still gaping and red, well, Dave knows how to give a woman total fucking, and he touches me in places you never have and never can."
My taunting made Tim take a deep breath. I could see his cock pounding harder and harder through his pants.
Tim got his face down within a quarter inch of my pussy, spread my lips with his fingers, and slowly inhaled my scent as deep as he could. I closed my eyes and thought about my lover as my husband began kissing and licking me. I started getting really wet, but it was from thoughts of Dave, not from what my husband was doing. I felt like such a slut, but I wasn't ashamed. And I didn't have to worry about my husband being unhappy. He was in heaven. He dived into my cunt like a wild man, like he was trying to suck whatever was left of Dave's come out of my body.
I took hold of his hair and pushed his face even harder into me. I found I actually was still a little sore from the night before, but thoughts of my boyfriend made me too horny to care. Tim was having too great a time himself to really please me, but his wet mouth and tongue did feel good on my poor battered little quim. I decided to give him a boost, and let him think he made me come. I started to push up against him and moan a little. I held his mouth tight to me, and in a few seconds I heard him swallow.
I eased back and let go of his head, but he just kept licking me until he got me as dry as he could.
When he felt he'd done his best, he raised his head and said, "Wow, you really came hard. I didn't know you were a squirter!"
"Oh, I'm a squirter, Tim -- but not with you. You've never been able to make me do it, and you didn't this time. You just swallowed my pee. Along with my juices of course, both fresh and dried, not to mention whatever was left of my lover's come."
Tim lay his head back down on one of my thighs and said, "Sweet Jesus, Shayla, I love you so much."
"I know. I'm only cruel because I love you too."
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