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Hotel Sapphire, a five star luxury hotel in the heart Delhi, was well known for its opulence and grandeur. For me, working at Sapphire was a dream-come-true; a world away from the simple village life I had grown up in. Who would've thought that I, Nitin Yadav, 25 years old, son of a humble government school teacher, would end up working for one of the grandest hotels in the capital city. When I was promoted to the role of Sapphire's Hospitality Staff Supervisor, it was the happiest day of my life.
Until of course, I got to marry the love of my life, my beautiful Komal. 

The day Komal Sharma walked into my life, job application and her resume in hand, everything changed for me. It was like an angel had come down from the heavens, just for me. Jaw-droppingly beautiful with an enchanting smile, Komal had taken over my heart almost immediately. She had applied to the role of front-desk receptionist, and after a brief interview I offered her the role almost immediately.

At 23 years of age, Komal was a head-turner, with her long, dark hair, sparkling eyes, and an unforgettable smile that could make a man lose his train of thought. She was well aware of the effect she had on me, and frankly, on most men. Komal definitely knew how to put her hourglass figure to good use, but it was her charm and wit that truly set her apart. No one could resist her, and I was no exception. 

I took advantage of the fact that I was her direct supervisor and made sure that all her shifts were alongside mine. She knew what I was doing, but didn't seem to mind. A friendship grew between us, and soon it turned into something more. 

Within an year, I proposed and Komal accepted. It was a small wedding with close family and friends in her hometown. Our families were ecstatic at the union. It had been two years since we got married and it was the most blissful two years of my life. Prior to getting married, Komal had always kept the physical stuff between us to a minimum. But now, as my wife, she had opened up like a flower to the sun. Our first night together had been a revelation for me; she was passionate, bold, and not at all shy about letting me know what she wanted. Sex with her was nothing like I had experienced before. Komal was insatiable at times, and I had to work hard to keep up. But I loved every minute of it. We were truly in love with each other. 

But there was a dark cloud hanging over our blissful married life. Hotel Sapphire's owner, Girish Chand Oberoi, was a stickler for rules. And one of his strictest rules was that no two employees of his hotel could be in a relationship with each other. The fact that Komal was my colleague, no less my direct subordinate, was a big no-no per company policy. If the fact that we were married ever got out, it would result in the immediate termination of one or both of our jobs. 

So we did what made the most sense to us at the time. We lied. To the entire staff of Hotel Sapphire, Komal and I were just co-workers. A supervisor and his team member. Nothing more. We were husband and wife only during the wee hours of night, away from everyone's prying eyes. 
It was easy to manage, logistically speaking. All key hospitality personnel were required to stay on premises. We were all given rooms on the employee floor, and I managed to procure adjoining rooms for Komal and myself. Thanks to the connecting door between the rooms she and I were able to sleep together every night. We made sure to always keep our distance during work hours. No public displays of affection, no casual touches, no lingering glances. We left for our yearly vacations at different times, but met up in my hometown or hers and spent time with our families. Our love had been worth all the secrecy. But it seemed fate had other plans. 
It was a day like any other. Komal woke up in my arms, and planted a deep wet kiss on my lips. That sure woke me up, in more ways than one. Her hand immediately went down to my already hardening cock, and she started stroking it. 

"Good morning my dear Nutty", she purred, using her pet name for me. I wasn't thrilled with that particular pet name, but who could argue with a goddess?
I groaned as she tightened her grip, her hand moving faster. 

"I wanted to have some fun yesterday night, but you slept like the big hibernating bear you are!", she said with mock anger, her grip tightening, but not slowing down the stroking. 

I groaned, "I'm sorry babe, you know how tired I was with the wedding party yesterday..."
"Excuses! You don't know how to take care of your wife's needs. One of these days..."

I pounced at her, giving her a tight hug making her squeal with surprise. 

"What? What will you do one of these days?!" 
Komal giggled, "You don't want to find out Nutty, so quickly do your husbandly duties and fuck me!"
That's all I needed to hear. I kissed her deeply, my fingers working on her bra clasp at the same time. She let out a moan as I freed her breasts, her nipples already hardening in anticipation. Within a few seconds I was inside her, pumping hard and fast. Komal was moaning into my mouth, her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her. I started to pound into her harder, and her moans kept getting louder. 

"You're going to wake up half the floor if you make any more noise," I warned, but Komal ignored me. 
"I don't care, fuck me harder, Nutty."

That's all I could take. A few more pumps and I came, hard, filling Komal with my load. I collapsed on her, panting. Komal was still breathing heavily, her chest heaving. She seemed a bit annoyed, I could tell. Not for the first time in the last few months, I had come too quickly. 

"Sorry babe, you know how turned on I get when you talk dirty", I apologized, kissing her neck. 

"Whatever," she replied, pouting. "Let me go shower now."

"You are not going anywhere" I said, grinning and holding her in my arms. I slid down her body, kissing her breasts, her belly button and then her sweet spot. She gasped as my tongue touched her clit. She grabbed my hair, pushing my head down harder. I could taste my own cum leaking out of her, mixing with her juices. I lapped it up, circling my tongue around her clit. Her hands were gripping the bedsheet on either side of her, her body arching up as I worked her clit with my tongue. Within a few minutes, her body was shaking, her juices flooding my mouth. She came hard, her body convulsing, her hands gripping the bedsheet harder. I continued to lick her, slowly and softly, until she was done. 

We both lay on the bed in silence for a few minutes. The rising sun was creeping in  through the window, even though the shades were drawn. The sound of Komal's soft breathing was lulling me back to sleep. I could feel her body next to mine, her skin warm and smooth. I closed my eyes, ready to drift off again.

She woke me up with a kiss again, this time getting off the bed with a spring in her step. 

"Happy?", I asked with a mischievous grin. 
"
You redeemed yourself in the last minute, that's all." Komal smirked as she pulled on her bathrobe. 

"I can't help it, you're too hot. I can't hold it in when you start talking dirty"

"At least you're good with your mouth. I've trained you well my dear little Nutty!"

"That you have...my queen" I said with a bow, still lying naked on the bed. 

Komal giggled. 

"Alright, quick shower and then I'm going to the gym. Will you join me today?" she asked.

I groaned and hid my head inside the bedsheet. 
I didn't raise my head to see what I was sure going to be a disapproving look on Komal's face. Komal was very particular about working out every day and keeping her body looking great. I, on the other hand, had let myself go a bit over the last year or so. Having inherited my father's genes, I had a natural tendency to gain weight, especially around the belly. I am what they call, skinny fat. Komal had tried to get me to the gym to work out a few times, but it always led to an argument so she had stopped pushing. 

Komal slipped through the connecting door and went into her room, closing the door behind her. 
This is where our lives separated everyday. 
Komal would get into her workout clothes and head straight to the gym. After a vigorous cardio and strength routine she would head back to the room and get into her work clothes, an elegant dark gray pencil skirt, a white blouse and a dark gray jacket. And a golden name tag with Hotel Sapphire's logo on it, the standard outfit for all the hospitality staff. From there she would head to the staff cafeteria for breakfast and then head to the front desk for her shift. 

My routine was quite different. As soon as I get ready in my work clothes, my first stop was the staff cafeteria. Beginning the day with some masala chai and aloo parathas had become a bit of a tradition of mine. After catching up on the latest gossip with the kitchen staff, I would do a round of the property with my boss Kushal who was the General Manager of Sapphire and Patil, the head of housekeeping. The three of us would identify areas that need attention and chalk out the general plans for the day. Kushal was a great boss and I had a great equation with him. Patil on the other hand was a pain in the ass. He's had it in for me ever since I made fun of his bald patch during an employee event. Kushal was his boss too, and he felt envious because Kushal clearly favored me over Patil. Once we get done with the daily rounds, I would head to the front desk and huddle with my team and layout any special instructions for the day. 
"Good Morning Nitin sir!", Komal greeted me with a smile as I approached the front desk.  Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat bun. Her makeup was minimal but elegant and her uniform fit her like a glove, accentuating her curves. 

"Good Morning Komal, hope you are having a great day so far!"

No one would believe that merely a few hours ago, I had my mouth between her legs, tasting her sweet juices mixed in with my own cum. The thought alone made my cock twitch in my pants. Komal gave me a small smile and turned her attention to a guest at the front desk.
As I was speaking to the bell boys, the general manager hailed me on the walkie-talkie. 

"Yes, Kushal sir?"

"Nitin, I was just informed that we have a VIP coming today. Mr. Oberoi's son, Mr. Rahul Oberoi, is going to come and stay with us for a month. Please ensure that your staff is well prepared to welcome him. Also, can you let Patil know to get the penthouse suite ready for Mr. Rahul."

"Sure Kushal sir...I'll take care of it". 
I headed to Patil's office and informed him about this. He seemed irritated. 

"Why didn't he call me directly, why am I hearing this from you?" Patil snapped, glaring at me through his thick framed glasses. 

"Probably because I can be trusted with important responsibilities", I replied with a snarky grin. 

"Fuck you, Nitin"

"Right back at you buddy"

I walked away, leaving him to stew in his own anger. I didn't need to take his shit anymore, I had tolerated his attitude for long enough.

I shifted my focus to preparing for Mr. Oberoi's arrival. This was a big deal. Rahul Oberoi was the sole heir to the Sapphire Hotels and Resorts empire. The fact that he was going to stay here for a month meant we had to roll out the red carpet and then some. I briefed my team and organized the welcome. 

As soon as I saw the fancy sports car drive into the hotel parking lot, I knew it was our VIP. I signaled for my team and we hustled over to the car, ready to welcome Mr. Rahul Oberoi. He stepped out of the car, and I was taken aback. He was young, around my age, but he definitely had his father's strong, dominant aura. His striking features, chiseled jaw, and confident smile were all Oberoi traits. 

"Welcome to Hotel Sapphire, Mr. Oberoi. I am Nitin Yadav, the Hospitality Staff Supervisor. Hope your journey here was smooth."

"Yes it was, Nitin. And please, call me Rahul. It's great to be back to this property. The last time I was here..."
"I believe it was 7 years ago Rahul sir. You were headed to London for your studies. You and your family stayed with us for a few days before your journey."

"Ahh yes, you have a good memory Nitin."

I walked him inside and introduced him to Komal and the rest of the hospitality staff. 

"Rahul sir, Komal here will see you to your room. I'll get your luggage delivered there."
Rahul looked at her for a second too long. Komal usually has that effect on men, so I wasn't surprised. In fact, I felt strangely proud of the fact that even a rich playboy like Rahul Oberoi couldn't take his eyes off my wife. Komal led him towards the elevators and I turned my attention to the bellboys and valet staff. 

Komal came back to the front desk after what seemed like a longer than usual. She had a curious look on her face. I made a mental note to ask her later. We got busy with other guests for the rest of the day. 
Finally, it was late in the night and we were all ready to wind down. After dinner, Komal and I found ourselves in the indoor pool area, with no one around. I couldn't hold my curiosity any longer. 

"So, what was Rahul sir like? Was he asking you a bunch of questions?"

"What do you mean?" Komal asked. 

"Well...you know", I hesitated "It took you longer than normal, showing him to his room and all that. So I thought he must've asked you a bunch of questions, you know...about the property and uh...amenities"
Komal was silent for a second. The water in the pool was shimmering under the dim lights, and reflecting on her face. 

"Well, he did flirt with me, if that's what you are asking."
I was shocked, even though it wasn't too hard to imagine. On any given day, Komal was easily one of the prettiest girls around. But it was a bit jarring to imagine that such a rich and powerful playboy was showing interest in a receptionist of one of his father's hotels. 

"What? What did he say? What did YOU say?"
"Well, I showed him to his suite and walked through all the amenities. I could tell that he wasn't paying any attention to what I was saying. He was just looking at...me. Then, out of the blue, he started asking me things like how long I've been with the hotel, where I am from, and if I was single. I was just trying to be polite, so I answered his questions and asked him a few questions too. He started complimenting me, saying stuff like the hotel's visitor rates have been steadily increasing and it must be because we're hiring beautiful staff members like me. Then he just directly asked if I'd like to have dinner tonight at the restaurant."

She was silent, gauging my reaction.
"Wow...that's...um...what did you say in response?"
"What could I say? I refused. Told him that I am not able to take time off work. But he was like 'Come on, I can get you some time off, its just a dinner'. I was running out of things to push back with so I finally said I am not comfortable going to dinner with him."

"So you outright refused him? How did he take it?"
"I think he was pissed, but he didn't show it. I got out of there as soon as I could."

"I think you handled it the best you could, babe."
"I just hope he doesn't do anything...negative, because I refused his advances."

"I don't think he will. He seems to be a good guy. He does have a reputation of being a playboy, sure, but I don't think there's malice in him."

Komal nodded, the doubt still lingering in her eyes. 
I wanted to lighten the mood a bit, so I said "A millionaire wants to take you out on a date, you must be crazy to say no."

That got a laugh out of her. 

"I only have eyes for my Nutty", she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me close. I could feel her soft, warm body pressing against mine. 

I leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back, a mischievous grin on her face. 

"Not here, let's go to the room and have some fun." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the pool equipment's hum.

"Just a kiss Komal, come on!" I held on to her waist, pulling her towards me. 

"What if someone sees us Nutty?" she asked, her voice low and husky. 

"Everyone's asleep, no one comes here babe. Come on!"
She gave in and we kissed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our bodies pressed together.
We were completely lost in each other, but the sound of a door slamming shut in the distance brought us back to reality. Patil was standing there, with a smug look on his fat face. The look of a man who had just caught two birds in a cage. 

"Arey wah Yadav ji, you're quite the player!" Patil said, his eyes gleaming with malice. 

Komal and I sprung apart, our breathing rapid and faces flushed. 

"P...patil bhai, it's not what you think, there was something stuck in her eye..." I started lying, but Patil cut me off. 

"Do you think I was born yesterday, Nitin? I've seen the way you two look at each other, I've always suspected there was something going on between you two...and now I know."

Komal spoke up, "Patil sir please, it's not what it looks..."
"The real question is, how long has this been going on. You know Nitin, being in a relationship with one of your direct reports is grounds for immediate termination....tsk tsk."

He had us. It was over. As Komal's supervisor, my job was definitely on the line. If they found out that we were married, it would mean Komal's job too - we both had lied to the company. Panic set in, and my brain was in fight or flight mode. 

Patil kept gloating, this was his moment. 
"You've been a pain in my ass ever since you got promoted Nitin. I am sure Kushal sir will be disappointed that he has to fire his beloved bootlicker, but what can he do?" Patil sneered. 

"Alright then, do it!" I said. 

Komal and Patil both looked at me with surprise. 
"Do it...tell Kushal sir, tell whoever you like! But remember one thing...you don't have an ounce of proof. Instead of gloating like an idiot, you should've taken a photo at least. Now you have nothing. It's your word against ours. And Kushal sir knows what a jealous prick you are."

Patil's face turned red with anger. A smile spread on Komal's face. 

"You think I am bluffing, Nitin? I'll march right to Kushal sir's office and tell him what I saw." Patil was practically spitting. 

"Do it, Patil. Let's see who he will believe, me or your fat, balding ass"

Komal giggled, which enraged Patil even more. But he knew he had no recourse at this time. 
"I...I'll bring you both down to your knees one day, mark my words" Patil hissed, his face red with rage. He turned and left the room. 

Komal and I looked at each other, our chests heaving with relief, watching Patil leave. 
"That was some very quick thinking Nutty. I thought we were done for!" Komal whispered, her eyes wide with shock and relief. 

"Let's get out of here before he comes back with someone else".

We both made our way to our separate rooms. After a while, I went into Komal's room through the connecting door. We made sure we spoke in low voices in case Patil was snooping around. 

"Okay, so I bluffed my way out this time. And frankly we were lucky that Patil didn't call my bluff. But we need a longer term strategy!" I said, pacing back and forth in Komal's room. 

"What do you mean?" Komal asked, her eyes wide with concern. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me pace. 

"We need everyone to believe that there's no way you and I are in a relationship or even remotely interested in each other." I said, stopping my pacing and looking at Komal. 
"So what...you and I get into a fake fight or something?" Komal asked. 

"Nah...that's a little too convenient. And frankly, fighting between 'colleagues' is not a good idea either. Hmmm...what if you or I make up a fake spouse in our village?"

(To be continued) ….

This story is about the hotwife/cuckolding-lifestyle, and how I think a couple might deal with it. I (f47) am married to a wonderful alpha (m49) who i love to the core and who loves me even more. But i have this crazy fantasy of turning him into a cuck. I have written this story from my Husbands point of view.

It's also quite a long story, and a rather slow one at that. There will be multiple parts to it and will post them on every Sunday :)

Hope you guys enjoy it as much as i have enjoyed thinking and writing it.
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Courage, Ego, confession... whatever you call it, I needed it, so I defied my wife's concerned eyes on the bottle as I poured myself yet another glass. I had lost count, but tonight was the night I was gonna tell her, and to do that, I needed a little assistance.

We were in the living-room, having decided to start our monthly date-night at home. Actually, it had been my idea since I wanted peace and quiet to discuss... things... with her. In return, I had had to cook, and, not to brag, I'd done pretty well for myself.

"Rash”, (my real name is Rashmi and he calls me Rash), I began after taking a healthy sip of wine, "I ehh... there was something... something I wanted to tell you. Or rather, discuss with you..." She looked at me, and my courage failed - kinda like I knew it would. But at this point, it didn't matter. My wife is extremely poor at keeping her curiosity at bay and extremely good at needling information - especially out of me. Her expression grew worried at my words.

"Okay... Ro (Rohan), is everything alright? Are... are you sick or something?" she asked.

"Nono, nothing like that. It's... well, it's kinda... embarrassing," I answered, but failed to elaborate. I had to tell her but it was... difficult.

"Well?" she asked.

"Ah... well, it's like... like a fantasy, I eh... I've had for some time," I admitted and looked everywhere but at her.

"Oh?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah..." I muttered. She waited for me to say more but my courage, even the booze kind, was nowhere to be found.

"So, tell me!" she demanded when it got clear that I wasn't going to spill the beans on my own.

"Okay, yeah... so, it's... it's a little out there... but I kinda want you to... well, to... eh... well, be with another man... or... or men..." I finally managed to get it all out.

Stuttering, nervous... but I said it. I'd finally said it.
And she just sat there, staring at me. No reaction.

"I've..." I began but she cut me off.

"What?" she asked, stone-faced.

"You know... being with another man... sexually ..." I clarified though I hardly thought it was necessary.

"Why?" she asked, still not giving anything away.

"I don't know, actually... It's just... just something that I've been fantasizing about for a while..."

"But why... oh my God!" she exclaimed, eyes wide, "are you cheating on me?!"

"Nonononono!" I said in a hurry, "nothing like that! I would never-" Jeez, the paranoia!

"But why then?" she demanded to know, "is it because you want do it with other women and need to... to feel less guilty? Like, justify it somehow?" She had a very suspicious outlook on this, but then again, I'd known she would have. I knew her pretty well, after all.

"No, sweetie, nothing like this. I have always and will always be one-hundred percent loyal to you. I love you, and you're all I want."

"Well, you're all I want!" she stated, making it more of a challenge than a declaration of love.

"I know, love. But this is something I wanna try. For me. For us," I answered.

"But... but why?"

"I honestly don't know. It's just something I really... well, it's kinda like how you like me to cuff you during foreplay. I bet you can't really explain why that turns you on, but it really does."

She blushed at that. She felt... I don't know, guilty I think about liking that - which was probably why we'd only done it a handful of times.

"Yeah, but... I trust you. And..." she said, a bit demure, she herself searching for words to explain her little kink.

"And I trust you," I returned her words with a smile, "otherwise it wouldn't make sense."

"But... but still. You can hardly compare the two..." she protested.

"I know but please... think about it, will you?" I implored her, feeling that the subject was getting out-debated. She needed time to process it now.

"Yeah, of course..." she agreed, happy to drop the matter too.

"Thanks. I love you.”
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I'd had these fantasies for a while now, but never shared them with anyone. Well, except the online-world but that hardly counts. The thought of Rash being with someone else was so intoxicating that I couldn't stand it.

I had no idea where these fantasies, desires came from. Maybe they'd always been there? I think so. But lately, they'd become more and more intense and... real.
I looked over at her, studying her while she was busy with her steak. She is so beautiful! Not too tall, deep brown hair that usually hung loose but tonight was set up in a bun a top of her hair, except for her bangs that framed her face. Her hazel eyes were surrounded by a tasteful make-up and she wore a bright red lip-stick. She didn't particularly like that colour on her lips but she knew I did so she wore it for me.

My eyes travelled further south to an impressive, notice-worthy set of 36c boobs that I loved. They had that natural sexy sag and shape to them after a woman has had two kids suckling at the tits when they were babies. I have even noticed some youngsters stealing glances at them whenever they crossed us out on the streets. They were just delightful! Her dress was designed to show off those assets (and it did!) and to hide the extra pounds she'd picked up around the stomach from motherhood but to be honest, she neededn't hide anything. She was gorgeous as she was, and I loved her.
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Me being cuckolded wasn't brought up again until I served the desert, and Rashmi looked at me between two scoops of ice-cream. Homemade ice-cream.

"How would we go about this... this idea of yours?"

"Well, that really depends on what we decide," I said after a quick moment to gather my thoughts, "we could... well, we could try to find a suitable... candidate online or you... we could find someone in person."

"That's a cop-out - I know you've given this more thought than that!" she retorted, a bit harshly.

"Well, okay. I had this idea... that when we go dancing, you go in alone, and I'll wait for a little while before coming in. This way you'll have some time alone to... to dance or... or whatever you want. I'll find a place where I can, you know, watch you... and... and you can come find me when you... when you want to..." I said, choking out the words, I was so anxious.

She looked at me with a strange expression. "And then I invite him home?"

My heart sped up at her question but I knew it was a trap. Rashmi would never agree to something so... huge so quickly. She was testing me.

"I- no, I..." I swallowed nervously as I struggled to find the words," I had thought we would just, you know... eh... dip our toes, so to speak. You would... would flirt and dance and then come find me and... and tell me about it, perhaps, while we too danced... or better yet, at home... alone..." I explained, not exactly being subtle about what I hoped we would do at home.

"Tell you about it?" she asked, still completely unreadable - though just the fact that she was willing to discuss it made my heart race and my groin stir.

"Yes... what you did, what you felt, how he was. If he was... hmm, was big... what you wanted to do and so on..."

"If he was big? You mean his dick? You wanna know about that?" she asked incredulous.

"I eh... I want to know everything..." I muttered weakly.
"But especially that?" she demanded.

"I... eh... yes. If... if possible," I admitted, feeling my cheeks burn. This felt so embarrassing! But also so exciting at the same time. I'd imagined us having this conversation so many times now. It was actually going better than expected.

"And if I agree to do this, you won't get mad or jealous?" she continued, "you aren't gonna be angry that I know how big a cock a strange man at the bar has?"
"I..." I swallowed nervously - she wasn't shouting or anything but she was talking about this a little louder than I would prefer, "no, I wouldn't. Not if you tell me everything, and we... we agree on what's happening."
"And if I wanna make out with him? Are you just gonna sit at your table like a... a stranger?" she asked with a concerned look.

"No... not as a stranger. As your husband who's very interested in what you're doing and very... grateful and proud and loves you very much," I explained.
She nodded slowly, almost as if to herself, then said, "okay. Let's go dancing!"
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"Okay," I said as I turned off the engine, "here we are."

"Here we are," she agreed, looking across the parking-lot at the entrance to the Nightclub we usually frequented, but then again, with what I had in mind, that was the idea.
"So... ehm... are you... are you okay with... this?" I asked when she didn't say anything.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I am," she answered, oddly calm, "if you're sure it's what you want..."

"I am," I smiled at her. Then I leaned in for a long, deep kiss.

"I love you," I said earnestly to her. She looked at me for a second, then grinned at me.

"You'd better!" With that, she opened the door and got out.

"Ten minutes," she said and closed the door before I could respond. Wow! This was going better than I could have hoped for.
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Ten nerve-wrecking minutes later, I made my way into the club. I was so jumpy, I dropped the money as I handed it to the girl in the booth that took my coat but I couldn't remember feeling this excited ever before.

The club wasn't overly large - the long bar was located in the middle of the dancefloor and all around the outer walls there were booths and tables where one could sit and drink in between dances. It was sparsely populated with maybe around fifty people all in all, so it didn't take long to find my wayward wife - her black, sequin dress was hard to overlook, to be honest.

She stood at the bar, turned sideways so she could overlook the dancefloor and the entrance, but when she noticed me, she played it off as nothing. Her eyes met mine briefly but she gave no indication of greeting before turning to the man beside her, obviously continuing their conversation and ignoring me.

Her dismissal felt like a physical blow, and for a moment I stood rooted the floor. I had to remind myself this was what I wanted before I staggered off to find a chair with a view of my lovely wife.

And as she sat there, so near and still so far away, she really was lovely. She was so beautiful! The black dress clung to her, letting us see the swell of her large breasts and as she moved a little, it rode up her shapely, stockings-clad thigh.

She had a glass of something clear - not wine - and she had already drained half of it - no doubt she too needed some liquid courage for this whole endeavour. The thought of Rashmi drinking hard liquor though made me both nervous and excited, as it seriously lowers her inhibitions... who knew what she'd do?

My attention turned from my wife to the stranger next to her - I mean, I'd noticed him, of course, but now it sunk in: he was the one she was with! He was chatting up my wife - he didn't know I was here, he just saw something he liked and moved in on her!

I felt almost dizzy as I saw her smile at him and take another big sip of her drink. The was so unreal, and yet it was happening!

He was good-looking. Young. Younger than her by at least five years which was a thought that made my erection almost painful. Dark-hair, sharply dressed and what looked like a toned body. And now he made her laugh! My wife was laughing at something a handsome stranger trying to pick her up was saying! She ended the laugh with a flirty smile and put her hand on his arm. It would be impossible to properly describe the emotions that ran through me as I sat and watched my wife flirt - I felt hot and cold at the same time. Jealous and aroused. Proud and anxious. Scared and safe.

She nodded at something he said and drowned the last of her drink in one gulp before getting up and following him out on the dancefloor. It was a fast number with a quick beat and she looked damn good as she moved to the music - and he looked damn good as he moved with her! They danced a couple of songs, talking, laughing and clearly having a great time before he made his move and placed his hands on her waist... and she let him as they swayed on to the music. I tried to remain inconspicuous as I tried to keep an eye on them as other dancers interfered with my line of sight but it wasn't easy.
I'll be honest, a part of me wanted to tear his hands off her (and perhaps deck him) but another, stronger part (probably led by my erection...) wanted to let this play out - see how far she'd go.

A slow song started, and to my horror and intense pleasure, I saw how they moved closer, bodies touching as they continued dancing. Her soft body, pressed against him... could she perhaps feel his big-
"Can I get you anything?" a voice suddenly interrupted my train of thought brought me back to reality. Beside my table stood a waitress, waiting for my order.
"Eh... ehm..." I stumbled, trying desperately to form a sentence after being pulled back into reality, "eh... yes. A... just a club-soda, please." I really wanted a big gulp of scotch but I'd already had a glass of wine at dinner, and I was driving. So...

"Sure," she smiled and left to get my drink and leaving me with an even greater feeling of this all being so... unreal.
Shaking my head to clear it, I turned my attention back to the dancefloor, quickly scanning it before I found the 'couple' - my wife and her dancepartner. They were still dancing close, seemingly enjoying the company of each other. As my wife turned her back to me, I could see how the strange man she'd met less than an hour ago had moved his hands a little lower, resting them juuust above her ass.

The song lasted forever, it seemed, or maybe I was just frozen in my aroused jealousy, and I had ample time to see how his hands slid further south and even had the audacity to squeeze her ass. Not much, and not overly lewd - you probably had to pay them close attention to catch it (like I was!) but it was obvious to me.

And still I did nothing. Just watched as she was being groped in public. By a stranger. My wife, however, took his hands and moved them back to her waist but she didn't scold him or anything, and he didn't look guilty in the least.

When the song ended, they parted. She said something and walked away, while he returned to where they'd been sitting earlier, ordering another beer, and it didn't take long before my phone beeped.

'You alrite? Im in the loo' it said. From Rash, obviously.

'Yeah! You are so hot!' I quickly replied.

'Thx are u having fun'

'I am! I'm so horny right now. Really hot seeing you dance with that guy' I wrote back.

'Good what now?'

That little question gave me quite the dilemma. On one hand, I really, really wanted to get her home. Home and naked...

But on the other, I also wanted to see where she'd go with this. Would she go all the way? Tonight? No way, there was no way...

Was there? What did I want?

'You there?' came another text - my wife was a bit impatient, apparently.

'Yeah, sorry. Was thinking. What do you want to happen now?' I wrote back, heart in throat.

'Wanna go home if youve had enough...'

Had I had enough? I really wanted to take her home and get my anxieties worked out by retaking my sexy wife. On the other hand, this opportunity might never come again.
'I'd like a little more. Let's meet at the car in half an hour hour. Okay?'

'If youre sure. Love you'

'I am. And I love you too. <3'

A moment later she came back out, giving me a quick shrug on her way to her new suitor. I didn't really know how to interpret that so I just gave her a smile in response. I considered giving her a thumbs-up as well but it might seem a little obvious so I didn't. She moved through the crowded room and sat down next to her new guy and he ordered her another drink, and they chatted and laughed and flirted while she drank it. From my point of view, it was easy to see how her inhibitions were being lowered, the more of the clear liquid she drank. Her texts had seemed like this was a favour she was doing for me but it certainly didn't seem that way out here! And this guy certainly didn't think she was bored! Was she acting with me or with him? Or both? Or neither? This was all quite complicated and my own feelings were more than mixed.

She kept touching his well-defined upper-arm, clearly impressed with it or twirling her hair around a finger as they talked which didn't do anything to ease my feelings - it was arousing as hell and nerve-wrecking at the same time. Jeez, could I stomach this?

Finally, she nodded with a pleased smile at something he said, drained the last of her drink and they went out to the dance-floor once again. This time, he wasted no time; he grabbed her butt and pressed himself against her as they danced, and once again she had to remove his hands from her buttocks.

I looked at my watch - I'd been in here for an hour and a half, and we had a little less than half an hour before we were to meet and become husband and wife once again. Wow, time certainly flies when you're in a state of aroused agony. Half an hour left of watching this guy hit on my wife... and watching her enjoy it too!

God, they looked good together! His lean body pressed against her voluptuous one as they danced away like nothing else mattered. I couldn't tear my eyes off them, and my mind was going wild with fantasies about them together.

Song after song they danced until our time in the club was finally up. When they stopped dancing and she told him, he looked deeply disappointed - perhaps he had thought that the sexy, older woman wearing a wedding-band was a sure thing. They talked a bit but, despite her cute smile, she kept shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. He didn't seem like he was willing to accept defeat but she stood her ground.

And then he kissed her. He leaned down and kissed deeply and intensely, and after a second's hesitation, she accepted it - my wife had a strange man's tongue in her mouth!

Finally, she broke the kiss and pulled herself off him and moved for the exit, and as inconspicuously as possibly I got up, tried to fit my raging hardon better in my pants and followed her. We met up at the car but didn't say a word until we were both inside.

"I... wow!" I gasped, looking at her.

"You still okay?" she asked, worried.

"I... yeah! God, yeah! You're so... I love you so much!" I said, and she smiled, relieved.

"I love you too! Wow, that was really..."

"It was!" I agreed, "it was so hot! God, I want you so badly!"

"Well, maybe you should drive us home so we can take care of that," she teased me.

I kissed her, deeply, lovingly. Then I started the car and drove like hell, only too eager to get her home.

"So," she said, trying to sound indifferent but failing, as I exited the parking-lot, "was it... was it everything you hoped for?"

"Oh, man, yeah!" I exclaimed, my eyes moving from the road to her and back again, "yeah! You were... you were great! It was so hot!"

"That's good... I guess," she muttered, "I still don't understand though. I'd gone crazy if... if you'd just spent more than an hour with a strange woman." Call me crazy but it sounded like my wife was still not sure that I didn't have an ulterior motive.

F47 here. You must have read my real life stories which I post over here on sundays. My hubby is an alpha male and i love him to the core and likewise for him. The sex is great which you can make out from my stories. But unknown to him, I have a cuck fantasy for him in which he is the cuck and he pushes me to be with other men. A story is building up in my mind based on this fantasy which i will be posting in parts soon. Hope you guys or cucks out there will like it.

Ciao soon…

F47 here. You must have read my real life stories which I post over here on sundays. My hubby is an alpha male and i love him to the core and likewise for him. The sex is great which you can make out from my stories. But unknown to him, I have a cuck fantasy for him in which he is the cuck and he pushes me to be with other men. A story is building up in my mind based on this fantasy which i will be posting in parts soon. Hope you guys or cucks out there will like it.

Ciao soon…

Ugh....what a Sunday morning.

I was DEAD ASLEEP, I think it was around 6am, maybe earlier. I drank way too much yesterday, I think maybe 6 beer pints. So I was basically in a coma.

I don't even recall what I was dreaming about. But in my head I remember basically thinking I was masturbating or something. It felt so fucking good. And when I started to get my wits about me I realized my legs were spread, my knees were bent and forced up to my boobs and he was sucking my clit like I was getting a blowjob or something.

All I could muster was "fuck yes.....suck it for me". I don't even think he heard me, I probably whispered it in such a sleepy state. But I just didn't want him to stop sucking me. I remember grabbing his bald head and gripping my nails into it.

I grabbed my legs and held them against my boobs for him, so that he could let go and just focus on sucking me...and I said it again...."suck my clit"

I have a relatively large one, too....and it swells when I'm aroused. I like to sometimes joke that he's sucking my dick...because it feels soooo good. I can feel the strokes and tongue. Its the closest I'll ever get to understanding what a blowjob feels like....and I love it. I love every second of it.

I started fucking his face a little, moaning and curling my toes. I'm certain that he was definitely hearing me now...."suck me"....I'm gonna cum in your mouth"...."don't fucking stop"....

I was still half asleep but I was in blissful heaven. He transitioned to licking my entire pussy and clit up and down, like a popsicle...stoping at the top to suck my clit a little for a second....

I started shaking...and when I cum like this its something that I cannot stop....Its like I go into a seizure and my legs just go. There's nothing I can do....it comes over me like a wave and I just convulse and shake....and CUM! When he realized it was that time....he just latched onto my clit again and sucked it like it was the key to saving my life. I lost control. Still half asleep, cumming like I was in the ER needing life support. I feel bad sometimes, but I sprayed his face like I was peeing on him....and I LOVE LOVE LOVE that he didn't detach from my clit when I did that...he just kept sucking and sucking and sucking. Ugh....so much suction. He let me nearly drown him with cum and then nearly suffocate him with my thighs....but he never detached from my clit while I came....not once.

Ugh....I came so fucking hard. I wish I had the words to illustrate how it felt. Afterwards...he came up and basically made out with my boobs (I'm 36B) and I could tell my entire chest was wet, since he basically dried his face with my breasts. His cock was hard (and I'm pretty sure leaking), as I could feel it tapping legs and pussy over and over while he made out with my nipples.

He worked his way back down my body....kissed my pussy and said "go back to sleep". And then he just got up and left. So masculine....so sexy. He could have fucked, he could have satisfied himself....but he just let me smear his face with my overflowing pussy juices nearly killing him and cum like a lunatic...and just let me roll over and go back to sleep for another hour.

I fell right back to sleep....when I woke up, I decided to share it with you. Ohhhh! do I wish this for every wife. What a morning!

I'm going to dress like a total slut today, just for him...and then suck his dick so that he feels like 3 of us are sucking him tonight. This...I promise.

Good morning. :)

I'd be lying if I said part of my attraction to my partner wasn't his dick. Its big...he did absolutely nothing to earn it or make it. Its purely genetic and "luck" that he even has it. Yet he brags and has an ego about it like he built the darn thing.

That said...I love it, he knows it...and thats...THAT.

I sleep on my side, naked and usually facing away from him. I get hot easily, and despite running the house down to 22 degrees...I rarely have covers over my body. So I'm usually naked, uncovered and on my side....and very....exposed.

We had sex last night, but he couldn't cum (alcohol), but I did lol....so I knew when we called it a night what the morning generally brings. Morning erections are one thing....but morning erections after 45min of sex - with no finish the night before....are entirely different things. He's told me those erections are painful (I believe him), and I can tell how much harder he is. Sometimes I can even feel his pulse in his dick. I've given him handjobs purely to help get that kind of erection just to go away.

Well, I was sound asleep this morning....but I partly woke to what I quickly determined was him positioning himself behind me on our sides. The great thing about morning sex is there really is no foreplay most of the time. So he got right to it...I could tell he spit in his hand, I could tell he was "lubing" himself with it and then I felt him press himself against my pussy. And you know how morning sex goes only hours after wild and long night sex....I still had lube "down there" and I was still quite wet from last night. So he pushed and slipped right in....all the way. And I heard him sigh. I know it must feel really good to do that in the morning when he's most sensitive on his penis.

I felt him immediately push against my cervix....which gave a jolt to my body and woke me a bit more. It can be somewhat painful and feel good at the same time. I felt his arm sliding between my breasts (I have big mommy boobs) and goes up to grab my throat....but he passed my throat and inserted all 4 of his fingers into my mouth and pulled my jaw down, gripping it at the same time.

Then....he just started fucking me. It really did feel like a continuation of the night before, which was wonderful. I came maybe 3 times last night and I was ready to cum again. I raised my knees to my breasts, wrapped my arms around them - to point my butt at him as best I could. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the fetal position. He took that as his queue to raise himself to his knees. Ugh...the absolute BEST type of morning. Morning sex, fetal and just laying there and letting his dick do its magic. Genetics or not...I love it.

At some point I realized I was hugging my knees against my boobs so tightly that it hurt a little. I'm a med sized person but he is built like an Ox so I wasn't taking up much space. And he was gripping my left butt cheek and holding my ankle...and just fucking me over and over and over. Every single time he hit my cervix I felt like I was going to cum....and then I did. Ohhhh did I...

I love cumming together but I also love cumming while also knowing he's not going to yet.....this way he just keeps fucking me as I cum....and thats a special type of orgasm for me. I curled my toes, gripped my legs so tight that my nails were digging into my calves - and I even bit my own knee cap. But....ugh....did I cum.

Then....my favorite part. I felt him lean over and mount over me.....grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. Then he put his other hand over my face and pulled my jaw open again. Those grunts, his speed picking up....just fucking me with his wonderfully large cock. That thing cleans up a lot of sins in sex, and this morning was no different. I was disappointed that he didn't cum last night, but he was making up for it this morning.

I could feel it starting to swell and pulse inside me. I could tell his body was trembling and that he was winding up to cum.....and then, even before I was ready....he literally RAMMED himself into me so deeply that he smashed my cervix against my back wall violently. It both hurt and sent chills up my back into my brain. This caused me to let go of my legs and shake uncontrollably on my side. It was like I was having a seizure at 6am. I placed my hand on his abs and tried to push him back - but he just pushed even harder into me. And that was it....I released another orgasm...and I started shaking. I started spraying like water hose and had to grab my blanket to cover my pussy. When I get like this I can't stop shaking and he fucking knows this....so he just rams himself inside me and enjoys the show. Its like I have a button inside me that he searches for and when he finds it...he just....presses it.

I shook, I came, I could feel my wetness flow down my inner thighs...while I gripped my boob and bit my pillow - and came....HARD. I could feel his cock pulsing and squirting over and over inside me. I have a bit of a mating and breeding kink....so it was absolute heaven. When he was done with his fun....he just sat there on his knees, looking down on me....with his penis still inside me...watching me like I was prey he just caught. I was still biting my pillow and gripping myself and coming down off my orgasm....when I felt him slowly pulling his cock out. He'd had his fun.

I opened my legs and looked at my blanket....it looked like I had wet the bed. He was sweet and took my blanket and threw his on me and said "go back to sleep". So I rolled over, with the taste of his fingers in my mouth, cum in my body, still very wet and now also sweaty.....but I also fell into the most blissful sleep for another hour. I woke up and realized that I had another great story to share with you.

For his efforts I am going to dress sexy today as we have a brunch to attend with our close friends in Pune.

Good morning and I hope yours is as good as mine was.

I'd be lying if I said part of my attraction to my cheating partner wasn't his dick. Its big...he did absolutely nothing to earn it or make it. Its purely genetic and "luck" that he even has it. Yet he brags and has an ego about it like he built the darn thing.

That said...I love it, he knows it...and thats...THAT.

I sleep on my side, naked and usually facing away from him. I get hot easily, and despite running the house down to 65 degrees...I rarely have covers over my body. So I'm usually naked, uncovered and on my side....and very....exposed.

We had sex last night, but he couldn't cum (alcohol), but I did lol....so I knew when we called it a night what the morning generally brings. Morning erections are one thing....but morning erections after 45min of sex - with no finish the night before....are entirely different things. He's told my those erections are painful (I believe him), and I can tell how much harder he is. Sometimes I can even feel his pulse in his dick. I've given him handjobs purely to help get that kind of erection just to go away.

Well, I was sound asleep this morning....but I partly woke to what I quickly determined was him positioning himself behind me on our sides. The great thing about morning sex is there really is no foreplay most of the time. So he got right to it...I could tell he spit in his hand, I could tell he was "lubing" himself with it and then I felt him press himself against my pussy. And you know how morning sex goes only hours after wild and long night sex....I still had lube "down there" and I was still quite wet. So he pushed and slipped right in....all the way. And I heard him sigh. I know it must feel really good to do that in the morning when he's most sensitive on his penis.

I felt him immediately push against my cervix....which gave a jolt to my body and woke me a bit more. It can be somewhat painful and feel good at the same time. I felt his arm sliding between my breasts (I have large boobs) and go up to grab my throat....but he passed my throat and inserted all 4 of his fingers into my mouth and pulled my jaw down, gripping it at the same time.

Then....he just started fucking me. It really did feel like a continuation of the night before, which was wonderful. I came maybe 3 times last night and I was ready to cum again. I raised my knees to my breasts, wrapped my arms around them - to point my butt at him as best I could. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the fetal position. He took that as his queue to raise himself to his knees. Ugh...the absolute BEST type of morning. Morning sex, fetal and just laying there and letting his dick do its magic. Genetics or not...I love it.

At some point I realized I was hugging my knees against my boobs so tightly that it hurt a little. I'm a small person so I wasn't taking up much space. And he was gripping my left butt cheek and holding my ankle...and just fucking me over and over and over. Every single time he hit my cervix I felt like I was going to cum....and then I did. Ohhhh did I...

I love cumming together but I also love cumming while also knowing he's not going to yet.....this way he just keeps fucking me as I cum....and thats a special type of orgasm for me. I curled my toes, gripped my legs so tight that my nails were digging into my calves - and I even bit my own knee cap. But....ugh....did I cum.

Then....my favorite part. I felt him lean over and mount over me.....grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. Then he put his other hand over my face and pulled my jaw open again. Those grunts, his speed picking up....just fucking me with his wonderfully large cock. That thing cleans up a lot of sins in sex, and this morning was no different. I was disappointed that he didn't cum last night, but he was making up for it this morning.

I could feel it starting to swell and pulse inside me. I could tell his body was trembling and that he was winding up to cum.....and then, even before I was ready....he literally RAMMED himself into me so deeply that he smashed my cervix against my back wall violently. It both hurt and sent chills up my back into my brain. This caused me to let go of my legs and shake uncontrollably on my side. It was like I was having a seizure at 6am. I placed my hand on his abs and tried to push him back - but he just pushed even harder into me. And that was it....I released another orgasm...and I started shaking. I started spraying like water hose and had to grab my blanket to cover my pussy. When I get like this I can't stop shaking, I can't stop spraying.....and he fucking knows this....so he just rams himself inside me and enjoys the show. Its like I have a button inside me that he searches for and when he finds it...he just....presses it.

I shook, I cam, I sprayed my blanket...while I gripped my boob and bit my pillow - and came....HARD. I could feel his cock pulsing and squirting over and over inside me. I have a bit of a mating and breeding kink....so it was absolute heaven. When he was done with his fun....he just sat there on his knees, looking down on me....with his penis still inside me...watching me like I was prey he just caught. I was still biting my pillow and gripping myself and coming down off my orgasm....when I felt him slowly pulling his cock out. He'd had his fun.

I opened my legs and looked at my blanket....it looked like I had wet the bed. He was sweet and took my blanket and threw his on me and said "go back to sleep". So I rolled over, with the taste of his fingers in my mouth, cum in my body, still very wet and now also sweaty.....but I also fell into the most blissful sleep for another hour. I woke up and realized that I had another great story to share with you.

For his efforts I am going to dress sexy today. I'm going to bring two outfits....one thats sexy and pretty, maybe a sundress and tall heels. And then once we leave our friends....I'll surprise him with something far more sexier and revealing. :)

Good morning and I hope yours is as good as mine was.

I'd be lying if I said part of my attraction to my partner wasn't his dick. Its big...he did absolutely nothing to earn it or make it. Its purely genetic and "luck" that he even has it. Yet he brags and has an ego about it like he built the darn thing.

That said...I love it, he knows it...and thats...THAT.

I sleep on my side, naked and usually facing away from him. I get hot easily, and despite running the house down to 22 degrees...I rarely have covers over my body. So I'm usually naked, uncovered and on my side....and very....exposed.

We had sex last night, but he couldn't cum (alcohol), but I did lol....so I knew when we called it a night what the morning generally brings. Morning erections are one thing....but morning erections after 45min of sex - with no finish the night before....are entirely different things. He's told me those erections are painful (I believe him), and I can tell how much harder he is. Sometimes I can even feel his pulse in his dick. I've given him handjobs purely to help get that kind of erection just to go away.

Well, I was sound asleep this morning....but I partly woke to what I quickly determined was him positioning himself behind me on our sides. The great thing about morning sex is there really is no foreplay most of the time. So he got right to it...I could tell he spit in his hand, I could tell he was "lubing" himself with it and then I felt him press himself against my pussy. And you know how morning sex goes only hours after wild and long night sex....I still had lube "down there" and I was still quite wet from last night. So he pushed and slipped right in....all the way. And I heard him sigh. I know it must feel really good to do that in the morning when he's most sensitive on his penis.

I felt him immediately push against my cervix....which gave a jolt to my body and woke me a bit more. It can be somewhat painful and feel good at the same time. I felt his arm sliding between my breasts (I have big mommy boobs) and goes up to grab my throat....but he passed my throat and inserted all 4 of his fingers into my mouth and pulled my jaw down, gripping it at the same time.

Then....he just started fucking me. It really did feel like a continuation of the night before, which was wonderful. I came maybe 3 times last night and I was ready to cum again. I raised my knees to my breasts, wrapped my arms around them - to point my butt at him as best I could. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the fetal position. He took that as his queue to raise himself to his knees. Ugh...the absolute BEST type of morning. Morning sex, fetal and just laying there and letting his dick do its magic. Genetics or not...I love it.

At some point I realized I was hugging my knees against my boobs so tightly that it hurt a little. I'm a med sized person but he is built like an Ox so I wasn't taking up much space. And he was gripping my left butt cheek and holding my ankle...and just fucking me over and over and over. Every single time he hit my cervix I felt like I was going to cum....and then I did. Ohhhh did I...

I love cumming together but I also love cumming while also knowing he's not going to yet.....this way he just keeps fucking me as I cum....and thats a special type of orgasm for me. I curled my toes, gripped my legs so tight that my nails were digging into my calves - and I even bit my own knee cap. But....ugh....did I cum.

Then....my favorite part. I felt him lean over and mount over me.....grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. Then he put his other hand over my face and pulled my jaw open again. Those grunts, his speed picking up....just fucking me with his wonderfully large cock. That thing cleans up a lot of sins in sex, and this morning was no different. I was disappointed that he didn't cum last night, but he was making up for it this morning.

I could feel it starting to swell and pulse inside me. I could tell his body was trembling and that he was winding up to cum.....and then, even before I was ready....he literally RAMMED himself into me so deeply that he smashed my cervix against my back wall violently. It both hurt and sent chills up my back into my brain. This caused me to let go of my legs and shake uncontrollably on my side. It was like I was having a seizure at 6am. I placed my hand on his abs and tried to push him back - but he just pushed even harder into me. And that was it....I released another orgasm...and I started shaking. I started spraying like water hose and had to grab my blanket to cover my pussy. When I get like this I can't stop shaking and he fucking knows this....so he just rams himself inside me and enjoys the show. Its like I have a button inside me that he searches for and when he finds it...he just....presses it.

I shook, I came, I could feel my wetness flow down my inner thighs...while I gripped my boob and bit my pillow - and came....HARD. I could feel his cock pulsing and squirting over and over inside me. I have a bit of a mating and breeding kink....so it was absolute heaven. When he was done with his fun....he just sat there on his knees, looking down on me....with his penis still inside me...watching me like I was prey he just caught. I was still biting my pillow and gripping myself and coming down off my orgasm....when I felt him slowly pulling his cock out. He'd had his fun.

I opened my legs and looked at my blanket....it looked like I had wet the bed. He was sweet and took my blanket and threw his on me and said "go back to sleep". So I rolled over, with the taste of his fingers in my mouth, cum in my body, still very wet and now also sweaty.....but I also fell into the most blissful sleep for another hour. I woke up and realized that I had another great story to share with you.

For his efforts I am going to dress sexy today as we have a brunch to attend with our close friends in Pune.

Good morning and I hope yours is as good as mine was.

F(47) but this is a true confession when my hubby and me were going through a rough patch and I has ventured out of my marriage for the first. This was around 8 years ago and my hubby is still not aware of that misadventure of mine.

This is something I have never said out loud before and I need to get it off my chest.

I love being face fucked. The moment I even think about a thick cock forcing its way past my lips, stretching my jaw, and slamming into the back of my throat, my pussy starts getting wet.

Just writing this is making me drip.

I used to get so shameless about it with the young man i cheated with a few times. The second he said he wanted a blowjob I would already have my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in circles, because I knew exactly what was coming. He would fist my hair into a tight bun, yank my head where he wanted it, and just use my mouth like a hole while I fingered myself stupid.

One night is burned into my memory. This happened in my own house when my hubby was on tour and kids were away in hostel. The guilt of Cheating with another man in my own house made it even hotter. I was on my back on the couch with my head hanging off the edge so my throat was completely open. My hair was piled on the floor in front of the couch and he stood on it while he fucked my face. He grabbed both of my breasts hard pinching and pulling at my tits and used them as handles, driving deep, brutal strokes past my gag reflex.

Thick strings of spit and precum poured out of the corners of my mouth and ran down my cheeks and into my hair. My eyes watered, my nose ran, and I could barely breathe, but my free hand never stopped working my soaked pussy.

When he was about to cum he buried himself all the way inside my mouth, held me there choking and drooling, and unloaded. His acidic cum hit the back of my throat in heavy pulses and I had to gurgle it down while he kept my head locked in place. I came so hard I was leaking all over the couch cushions and my legs were trembling like leaves caught up in a wild storm.

That was the hardest I ever came in that entire cheating relationship.

I love when my hair is pulled, twisted, and used as a handle. There is something about the sharp sting in my scalp while a cock is buried in my throat that makes my pussy clench and leak even more.

Hubby and I have reconciled long back and now I dont cheat but yea that one tornado cheating fling always stays with me… one never knows what lays ahead.

That is everything.

F(47) but this is a story when my hubby and me were going through a rough patch and I has ventured out of my marriage for the first. This was around 8 years ago and my hubby is still not aware of that misadventure of mine.

This is something I have never said out loud before and I need to get it off my chest.

I love being face fucked. The moment I even think about a thick cock forcing its way past my lips, stretching my jaw, and slamming into the back of my throat, my pussy starts getting wet.

Just writing this is making me drip.

I used to get so shameless about it with the young man i cheated with a few times. The second he said he wanted a blowjob I would already have my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in circles, because I knew exactly what was coming. He would fist my hair into a tight bun, yank my head where he wanted it, and just use my mouth like a hole while I fingered myself stupid.

One night is burned into my memory. This happened in my own house when my hubby was on tour and kids were away in hostel. The guilt of Cheating with another man in my own house made it even hotter. I was on my back on the couch with my head hanging off the edge so my throat was completely open. My hair was piled on the floor in front of the couch and he stood on it while he fucked my face. He grabbed both of my breasts hard pinching and pulling at my tits and used them as handles, driving deep, brutal strokes past my gag reflex.

Thick strings of spit and precum poured out of the corners of my mouth and ran down my cheeks and into my hair. My eyes watered, my nose ran, and I could barely breathe, but my free hand never stopped working my soaked pussy.

When he was about to cum he buried himself all the way inside my mouth, held me there choking and drooling, and unloaded. His acidic cum hit the back of my throat in heavy pulses and I had to gurgle it down while he kept my head locked in place. I came so hard I was leaking all over the couch cushions and my legs were trembling like leaves caught up in a wild storm.

That was the hardest I ever came in that entire cheating relationship.

I love when my hair is pulled, twisted, and used as a handle. There is something about the sharp sting in my scalp while a cock is buried in my throat that makes my pussy clench and leak even more.

Hubby and I have reconciled long back and now I dont cheat but yea that one tornado cheating fling always stays with me… one never knows what lays ahead.

That is everything.

I made him give me my first oral of our wk vacation in Goa - last saturday morning at 5am.

I just couldn’t take it anymore. Sure the sex has been great. And, since we drove, we always play the game of “state line BJs”…and he’s gotten 6 blowjobs so far. He’s a happy man with a happy penis. It’s my turn.

I’ve been satisfied over and over with sex this week…but this morning….I woke up at 5am…wet and my clit swollen…so I began today by masturbating in the dark. He wasn’t awake so figured I’d just take care of myself…quietly. Something I’ve done a 1000 times.

But after spreading my legs and rubbing myself for a few seconds I thought…”fuck this, I’ve sucked his dick all week…he can eat me for once”…

So I nudged him and said “wake up”. When he did, a little confused, I placed my hand on the back of his head and forced it to my clit…and said….”eat it”…

And just like I had done all week for him…he put me in his mouth and sucked me…just like he was told.

IMMEDIATELY I spread my legs as far as I could…ran my arms out wide and grabbed a fist full of sheets…I remember thinking “goddammit I needed this”. I was even grabbing first full of sheets with my toes.

He sucked my clit and licked me and it felt like he was saving my fucking life. I also realized that I was humping his face…and I wasn’t even sure if he was fully awake. But, again…I didn’t care…it was MY TURN.

I clawed his head and clamped my legs around it like I was trying to kill him…at one point I even rolled to my side, fetal, and then back to my back…

I held my breath and tried to prevent cumming as long as I could…but I wasn’t able to hold it long. I spread my legs, bent my knees, grabbed sheets and arched my back…and I fucking came…and I spayed his fucking face like I was peeing all over him…and I didn’t care. I sprayed like an out of control hose. I’ve been drinking his cum all week and we aren’t staying in this bed another night…so…I sprayed him…over and over. I came so hard and loud that I am fucking positive the guests in the adjoining room heard my moans but I don’t give a fuck.

By the end of it I was breathing so hard that it was like I had sprinted a mile…and it looked like he had too - it looked like he was sweating profusely. I just laid there and let him lick me and clean the mess he’d made. I just enjoyed the afterglow of head, cumming and being licked.

After I got my breathing under control - I said “go back to sleep” and went to my shower to share it all with you.

What a morning it was. I am wet here just typing this for you guys.

Good morning :)

F47 and my husband M50 last week went on our annual monsoon trip to Goa. I made him give me my first oral of our week vacation - last Saturday morning at 5am.

I just couldn’t take it anymore. Sure the sex has been great. And, since we drove, we always play the game of “state line BJs”…and he’s gotten 6 blowjobs so far. He’s a happy man with a happy penis. It’s my turn.

I’ve been satisfied over and over with sex this week…but this morning….I woke up at 5am…wet and my clit swollen…so I began today by masturbating in the dark. He wasn’t awake so figured I’d just take care of myself…quietly. Something I’ve done a 1000 times.

But after spreading my legs and rubbing myself for a few seconds I thought…”fuck this, I’ve sucked his dick all week…he can eat me for once”…

So I nudged him and said “wake up”. When he did, a little confused, I placed my hand on the back of his head and forced it to my clit…and said….”eat it”…

And just like I had done all week for him…he put me in his mouth and sucked me…just like he was told.

IMMEDIATELY I spread my legs as far as I could…ran my arms out wide and grabbed a fist full of sheets…I remember thinking “goddammit I needed this”. I was even grabbing first full of sheets with my toes.

He sucked my clit and licked me and it felt like he was saving my fucking life. I also realized that I was humping his face…and I wasn’t even sure if he was fully awake. But, again…I didn’t care…it was MY TURN.

I clawed his head and clamped my legs around it like I was trying to kill him…at one point I even rolled to my side, fetal, and then back to my back…

I held my breath and tried to prevent cumming as long as I could…but I wasn’t able to hold it long. I spread my legs, bent my knees, grabbed sheets and arched my back…and I fucking came…and I spayed his fucking face like I was peeing all over him…and I didn’t care. I sprayed like an out of control hose. I’ve been drinking his cum all week and we aren’t staying in this bed another night…so…I sprayed him…over and over. I came so hard and loud that I am fucking positive that i am sure the guests in the adjoining room heard us but I don’t give a FUCK.

By the end of it I was breathing so hard that it was like I had sprinted a mile…and it looked like he had too - it looked like he was sweating profusely. I just laid there and let him lick me and clean the mess he’d made. I just enjoyed the afterglow of head, cumming and being licked.

After I got my breathing under control - I said “go back to sleep” and went to take a shower. Just wanted to share it all with you.

What a morning. I am wet just typing this for you guys.
Good morning :)

Husband's libido is on the upswing ever since he has been promoted last week and he's been groping me at whatever chance he gets and making out with me hardcore. To celebrate we have just arrived in Goa and am already wet thinking of the three days ahead. Nice private villa lots of booze and weed. Game plan tonight is me surprising him by sucking him off and then he's going to take my ass while using my favorite dildo in my pussy and then shoving his fingers down my throat.

I'm getting way too excited and just needed to share with someone!

Update: backward anal cowgirl just unlocked a new level of pleasure!

Husband's libido is on the upswing ever since he has been promoted last week and he's been groping me at whatever chance he gets and making out with me hardcore. To celebrate we have just arrived in Goa and am already wet thinking of the three days ahead. Nice private villa lots of booze and weed. Game plan tonight is me surprising him by sucking him off and then he's going to take my ass while using my favorite dildo in my pussy and then shoving his fingers down my throat.

I'm getting way too excited and just needed to share with someone!

Update: backward anal cowgirl just unlocked a new level of pleasure!

Yes I fucked up - he had reason to be upset. It’s happens. But the good news is I have the body that he wants and generally…my face anywhere in the vicinity of his penis is an automatic argument winner. So I set my plan…

Yesterday when I got home from work, instead of some grand apology and explanation…I put on a really short red sundress, opened it up for my cleavage and let my hair down. When he arrived I had his favorite cocktail waiting by the front door.

I’ll save you details of making his dinner and letting him just relax in the couch. But we never said a word to each other. I just made sure to walk by him all evening, ensuring he saw my cleavage, my legs, my feet…and smelled my perfume. Mad or not…he’s a man…he can only hold out so long.

After 2hrs of no reaction, dark came and I had enough. I walked over to the love seat, positioned across from him - sat down, kicked off my flip flops, leaned back and spread my legs, placing my little feet on the cushion's…exposing my pussy. I sucked my fingers and used my spit for lube…and started masturbating right in front of him. He leaned back and just watched, sipping his cocktail. But knew he was getting hard. What guy wouldn’t?

I sat there and fucked myself for 5min, gripping the leather with my toes and opening my dress so he could also see me playing with and gripping my breasts. He still just kept watching me while I went into a wonderful euphoric state - and while I started to cum. God do I love cumming.

I bit my lip and I just watched him watching me - and I rolled my hips…when I finally spoke and said - “Fuck, I’m going to cum…”. And then I did. I gripped my nipple and rammed my fingers in my pussy as fast as I could, using my heels to push down and move all over the leather loveseat. Fuck…I came so fucking hard. I was still sitting on my open dress and it was now soaked with my cum and supporting my shaking body. My toes turned white from my grip.

I just sat there rubbing myself and playing around with my cum…but he was still playing tough with me, giving me virtually zero reaction…so I climbed off the chair completely naked, and crawled over to him…arriving to his legs, raising up and staying on my knees. He kept holding his drink…I said “I know your cock is hard…quit being coy”. He hesitated for a second and finally replied…“let your mouth be the judge”. In a very dark and demanding way. Absofuckinglutely I will…give it to me.

I unbuckled his belt and pulled his rock hard cock out of his pants - I fucking knew I was right - and spent no time putting in my mouth. That’s when I finally heard it…that sigh…that groan…then those words…….”Fuuuuck yes…suck me…suck my cock, woman” he said. And I knew it…I had him. Forgiveness achieved.

My mouth, my tongue…my hands…and his penis…it’s always a winning recipe. I pulled his pants all the way to his knees, to gain full access to his balls, and kept sucking until I knew he was ready. I went to suck his balls and they were soaked…it was time to execute the final blow.

I climbed up his body like a jungle gym and straddled him, pulling his face into my 36B cleavage…just then I felt his hands grab the outside of my breasts at the same time. I was dry humping and I knew he was in heaven…I knew he was actively forgiving me. This is was forgiveness looks like.

I raised up, reached down between my legs and grabbed the base of his cock, placing its head against my pussy. I began to sit down….and we both felt that wonderful feeling when it first goes in. Fuck…I love it…it kissed my cervix and it made me sigh.

His face was still buried in my breasts - so I gripped his neck, placed my feet under his thighs and began to fuck him…his cock tapping my cervix over and over…those fat veins against my sensitive walls…fuck…my 98 degree dildo that I fucking myself with. There’s nothing better…fuck me please.

Using my feet under his thighs, I was riding him like a horse while trying to suffocate him in my breasts…clawing his neck, pulling his hair…I was doing all the work and I didn’t care…just let me fuck myself and get forgiveness. His cum would be like spraying and filling me with forgiveness fluid.

I was riding my horse as hard and fast as could. My toe ring was digging into his legs. I was beat hugging him, at this point, and nearly biting his forehead - he was gripping my ass, his finger inside my asshole…and then I felt it…his cock started to pulse, it was swelling…his grip on my ass got so tight I felt a wonderful pain…and his body started shaking. If I had asked for a new Lexus right then and there…I’m positive that he’d have said yes.

And then he….EXPLODED inside me…his body convulsing and his hips fucking upward inside my pussy, trying to shoot his load inside my body as deep as any man can. He was spraying my cervix with cum like an out of control fire hose - and I was flooding his genitals with my cum. I could feel his slobber running from my breasts down my stomach. His finger was all the way up my ass. It was pure blissful heaven.

Fuck…we came so fucking hard. That old story about makeup sex is still undefeated. Theres nearly nothing better than makeup sex…

We just sat there locked up like animals, his half hard cock still inside my body. I pulled his face out of my breasts and kissed his forehead and said “all good??” - he nodded and said “you have a hell of a way to get forgiveness, but yes”.

I climbed off of him, let his penis fall to his shirt and tiptoed to get my wet dress - then I tiptoed to my bedroom to get a new dress. I just left him there exhausted - ”rode hard and put away wet”. I knew I had him…I won. I’m undefeated.

I had lost the battle, but I won the war. Sex and my body is trumps all. I love that men can be completely controlled my just a handful of inches on their body…like a joystick. And what “joy” it brings. :)

Now - it’s 7.30 and we are still in bed. My human dildo sleeping next to me and I’m thinking of either masturbating or making him fuck me again. I need more.

Good morning. :)

Yes I fucked up - he had reason to be upset. It’s happens. But the good news is I have the body that he wants and generally…my face anywhere in the vicinity of his penis is an automatic argument winner. So I set my plan…

Yesterday when I got home from work, instead of some grand apology and explanation…I put on a really short red sundress, opened it up for my cleavage and let my hair down. When he arrived I had his favorite cocktail waiting by the front door.

I’ll save you details of making his dinner and letting him just relax in the couch. But we never said a word to each other. I just made sure to walk by him all evening, ensuring he saw my cleavage, my legs, my feet…and smelled my perfume. Mad or not…he’s a man…he can only hold out so long.

After 2hrs of no reaction, dark came and I had enough. I walked over to the love seat, positioned across from him - sat down, kicked off my flip flops, leaned back and spread my legs, placing my little feet on the cushion's…exposing my pussy. I sucked my fingers and used my spit for lube…and started masturbating right in front of him. He leaned back and just watched, sipping his cocktail. But knew he was getting hard. What guy wouldn’t?

I sat there and fucked myself for 5min, gripping the leather with my toes and opening my dress so he could also see me playing with and gripping my breasts. He still just kept watching me while I went into a wonderful euphoric state - and while I started to cum. God do I love cumming.

I bit my lip and I just watched him watching me - and I rolled my hips…when I finally spoke and said - “Fuck, I’m going to cum…”. And then I did. I gripped my nipple and rammed my fingers in my pussy as fast as I could, using my heels to push down and move all over the leather loveseat. Fuck…I came so fucking hard. I was still sitting on my open dress and it was now soaked with my cum and supporting my shaking body. My toes turned white from my grip.

I just sat there rubbing myself and playing around with my cum…but he was still playing tough with me, giving me virtually zero reaction…so I climbed off the chair completely naked, and crawled over to him…arriving to his legs, raising up and staying on my knees. He kept holding his drink…I said “I know your cock is hard…quit being coy”. He hesitated for a second and finally replied…“let your mouth be the judge”. In a very dark and demanding way. Absofuckinglutely I will…give it to me.

I unbuckled his belt and pulled his rock hard cock out of his pants - I fucking knew I was right - and spent no time putting in my mouth. That’s when I finally heard it…that sigh…that groan…then those words…….”Fuuuuck yes…suck me…suck my cock, woman” he said. And I knew it…I had him. Forgiveness achieved.

My mouth, my tongue…my hands…and his penis…it’s always a winning recipe. I pulled his pants all the way to his knees, to gain full access to his balls, and kept sucking until I knew he was ready. I went to suck his balls and they were soaked…it was time to execute the final blow.

I climbed up his body like a jungle gym and straddled him, pulling his face into my 36B cleavage…just then I felt his hands grab the outside of my breasts at the same time. I was dry humping and I knew he was in heaven…I knew he was actively forgiving me. This is was forgiveness looks like.

I raised up, reached down between my legs and grabbed the base of his cock, placing its head against my pussy. I began to sit down….and we both felt that wonderful feeling when it first goes in. Fuck…I love it…it kissed my cervix and it made me sigh.

His face was still buried in my breasts - so I gripped his neck, placed my feet under his thighs and began to fuck him…his cock tapping my cervix over and over…those fat veins against my sensitive walls…fuck…my 98 degree dildo that I fucking myself with. There’s nothing better…fuck me please.

Using my feet under his thighs, I was riding him like a horse while trying to suffocate him in my breasts…clawing his neck, pulling his hair…I was doing all the work and I didn’t care…just let me fuck myself and get forgiveness. His cum would be like spraying and filling me with forgiveness fluid.

I was riding my horse as hard and fast as could. My toe ring was digging into his legs. I was beat hugging him, at this point, and nearly biting his forehead - he was gripping my ass, his finger inside my asshole…and then I felt it…his cock started to pulse, it was swelling…his grip on my ass got so tight I felt a wonderful pain…and his body started shaking. If I had asked for a new Lexus right then and there…I’m positive that he’d have said yes.

And then he….EXPLODED inside me…his body convulsing and his hips fucking upward inside my pussy, trying to shoot his load inside my body as deep as any man can. He was spraying my cervix with cum like an out of control fire hose - and I was flooding his genitals with my cum. I could feel his slobber running from my breasts down my stomach. His finger was all the way up my ass. It was pure blissful heaven.

Fuck…we came so fucking hard. That old story about makeup sex is still undefeated. Theres nearly nothing better than makeup sex…

We just sat there locked up like animals, his half hard cock still inside my body. I pulled his face out of my breasts and kissed his forehead and said “all good??” - he nodded and said “you have a hell of a way to get forgiveness, but yes”.

I climbed off of him, let his penis fall to his shirt and tiptoed to get my wet dress - then I tiptoed to my bedroom to get a new dress. I just left him there exhausted - ”rode hard and put away wet”. I knew I had him…I won. I’m undefeated.

I had lost the battle, but I won the war. Sex and my body is trumps all. I love that men can be completely controlled my just a handful of inches on their body…like a joystick. And what “joy” it brings. :)

Now - it’s 7.30 and we are still in bed. My human dildo sleeping next to me and I’m thinking of either masturbating or making him fuck me again. I need more.

Good morning. :)

I (f47) woke up this morning with my version of a morning erection.  Wet, horny and with my clit swollen and SUPER sensitive.  Ugh...so fucking frustrating and also so fucking wonderful at the same time.  

I was already naked from last nights fun.  I was on my back and he was asleep next to me. So I just started rubbing my clit.  I started massaging my breasts and rolling my hips, which always makes me feel sexy. I was trying to be as quiet as I could, and also not shake the bed, but after masturbating for a few minutes, sliding my fingers in and fucking myself, I really couldn't take it anymore.  I didn't care if he knew or woke up.  So I made a decision...

I knew he was naked from last night as well, but it was pitch black. So, while masturbating, I reached over in search of his penis. It wasn't hard to find…that ever so reliable morning erection was standing nearly straight up in the air for me....just for me. I actually stumbled across his balls first and made sure to massage them a little bit before I grabbed his cock and wrapped my small fingers around it (I have small hands and it always feels so big).  I could tell it was super sensitive as well, because it immediately twitched in my hand while he remained asleep at the time.  I just started stroking his dick while masturbating next to him. Obviously, at this point, I wanted him to wake up.  What man doesn't want to be, in this situation...right?!?!

I started to grip the sheets with my toes, because I knew I was going to cum...so I was jerking him off as hard as I could at the same time. I had stop sliding my hands over his cock and I was now gripping it so tight that I was moving his skin up and down.  The...I came. It was a wonderful morning release that just settled my body as relaxed as it could be. I was in a blissful heaven.  I cannot tell you how good it feels to cum first thing in the morning like that.  I just laid there rubbing myself and thumbing his precum around.  But since his cock was still as hard as ever, I decided to keep going.  I knew he was awake now - So I kept masturbating - and I scooched over while I did it.  Eventually, I made it over to his dick and I immediately put it in my mouth...and applied as much suction as I possibly could while swirling my tongue around his already swollen wet head. I slid my fingers inside my pussy and began to fuck myself while sucking his morning wood.  Now I was "masturbating for 2" in my mind.  

I was just a sleepy girl masturbating at 5am and sucking a super sensitive cock at the same time…and boy did I love every second of it.  We can always tell when your cock is super sensitive and twitchy…and that is something I absolutely obsess over. Even though I was masturbating, it had really turned into an aggressive blowjob at this point, so I crawled up on all fours and crouched between his legs.  I kept rubbing my clit while giving him a morning blowjob - and it was so swollen that it felt like a large jellybean between my fingers.  I could feel his pulse in my mouth - and right about then, he raised his knees and put his head under the pillow..I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth… So I wanted to make sure the time my next orgasm with his...and then it happened.  He started having a full body seizure, so I fingered my G-spot as fast as I could.  I knew what I was about to swallow and I wanted to cum as I did it.  I had to time it perfectly.  

Right as I could tell that his body was at maximum shaking and his cock had maximum swell and I could feel those pelvic thrusts about to unload for me....I deepthroated him, rolled my tongue under his shaft and grabbed his balls - and push my finger as far as I could up against my G spot....I felt his dick starting to pulse when he relaxed, exploded and squirted his first load down my throat....cumming as hard as every for me and letting me have my first taste....my fingers get soaked around my pussy. His entire body started to convulse and shake, and I could hear his muffled groans under the pillow, and I'm sure he could hear my pops, slurps and moans as well.  He was convulsing and "fucking upward" trying to make sure I sucked and stroked every ounce out of his body.  I was sucking him so hard that my feet came off the mattress while we came together. I flooded my hand and came all over myself at the same time....nearly biting his dick (but I know thats a no-no).  We were both out of breath and just relaxed and he really didn't do anything other than enjoy what I did to him and stay quiet, laying still.  

As his body started to relax, I kept just toying around with his penis with my tongue while it was half hard and I massaged his balls. I pulled my finger out of my pussy and my entire area around it was wet, and my hand was soaked. What a fucking mess....and I loved it.  I kissed his penis and said "thank you" and got up to go take a shower. I could tell that he was going right back to sleep…I laughed and wondered if he would brag to his friends later or if he even knew I was masturbating while I did it.

So I wrote this in the shower before work.

Good morning.  

I (f47) woke up this morning with my version of a morning erection.  Wet, horny and with my clit swollen and SUPER sensitive.  Ugh...so fucking frustrating and also so fucking wonderful at the same time.  

I was already naked from last nights fun.  I was on my back and he was asleep next to me. So I just started rubbing my clit.  I started massaging my breasts and rolling my hips, which always makes me feel sexy. I was trying to be as quiet as I could, and also not shake the bed, but after masturbating for a few minutes, sliding my fingers in and fucking myself, I really couldn't take it anymore.  I didn't care if he knew or woke up.  So I made a decision...

I knew he was naked from last night as well, but it was pitch black. So, while masturbating, I reached over in search of his penis. It wasn't hard to find…that ever so reliable morning erection was standing nearly straight up in the air for me....just for me. I actually stumbled across his balls first and made sure to massage them a little bit before I grabbed his cock and wrapped my small fingers around it (I have small hands and it always feels so big).  I could tell it was super sensitive as well, because it immediately twitched in my hand while he remained asleep at the time.  I just started stroking his dick while masturbating next to him. Obviously, at this point, I wanted him to wake up.  What man doesn't want to be, in this situation...right?!?!

I started to grip the sheets with my toes, because I knew I was going to cum...so I was jerking him off as hard as I could at the same time. I had stop sliding my hands over his cock and I was now gripping it so tight that I was moving his skin up and down.  The...I came. It was a wonderful morning release that just settled my body as relaxed as it could be. I was in a blissful heaven.  I cannot tell you how good it feels to cum first thing in the morning like that.  I just laid there rubbing myself and thumbing his precum around.  But since his cock was still as hard as ever, I decided to keep going.  I knew he was awake now - So I kept masturbating - and I scooched over while I did it.  Eventually, I made it over to his dick and I immediately put it in my mouth...and applied as much suction as I possibly could while swirling my tongue around his already swollen wet head. I slid my fingers inside my pussy and began to fuck myself while sucking his morning wood.  Now I was "masturbating for 2" in my mind.  

I was just a sleepy girl masturbating at 5am and sucking a super sensitive cock at the same time…and boy did I love every second of it.  We can always tell when your cock is super sensitive and twitchy…and that is something I absolutely obsess over. Even though I was masturbating, it had really turned into an aggressive blowjob at this point, so I crawled up on all fours and crouched between his legs.  I kept rubbing my clit while giving him a morning blowjob - and it was so swollen that it felt like a large jellybean between my fingers.  I could feel his pulse in my mouth - and right about then, he raised his knees and put his head under the pillow..I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth… So I wanted to make sure the time my next orgasm with his...and then it happened.  He started having a full body seizure, so I fingered my G-spot as fast as I could.  I knew what I was about to swallow and I wanted to cum as I did it.  I had to time it perfectly.  

Right as I could tell that his body was at maximum shaking and his cock had maximum swell and I could feel those pelvic thrusts about to unload for me....I deepthroated him, rolled my tongue under his shaft and grabbed his balls - and push my finger as far as I could up against my G spot....I felt his dick starting to pulse when he relaxed, exploded and squirted his first load down my throat....cumming as hard as every for me and letting me have my first taste....my fingers get soaked around my pussy. His entire body started to convulse and shake, and I could hear his muffled groans under the pillow, and I'm sure he could hear my pops, slurps and moans as well.  He was convulsing and "fucking upward" trying to make sure I sucked and stroked every ounce out of his body.  I was sucking him so hard that my feet came off the mattress while we came together. I flooded my hand and came all over myself at the same time....nearly biting his dick (but I know thats a no-no).  We were both out of breath and just relaxed and he really didn't do anything other than enjoy what I did to him and stay quiet, laying still.  

As his body started to relax, I kept just toying around with his penis with my tongue while it was half hard and I massaged his balls. I pulled my finger out of my pussy and my entire area around it was wet, and my hand was soaked. What a fucking mess....and I loved it.  I kissed his penis and said "thank you" and got up to go take a shower. I could tell that he was going right back to sleep…I laughed and wondered if he would brag to his friends later or if he even knew I was masturbating while I did it.

So I wrote this in the shower before work.

Good morning.  

I (f47) woke up this morning with my version of a morning erection.  Wet, horny and with my clit swollen and SUPER sensitive.  Ugh...so fucking frustrating and also so fucking wonderful at the same time.  

I was already naked from last nights fun.  I was on my back and he was asleep next to me. So I just started rubbing my clit.  I started massaging my breasts and rolling my hips, which always makes me feel sexy. I was trying to be as quiet as I could, and also not shake the bed, but after masturbating for a few minutes, sliding my fingers in and fucking myself, I really couldn't take it anymore.  I didn't care if he knew or woke up.  So I made a decision...

I knew he was naked from last night as well, but it was pitch black. So, while masturbating, I reached over in search of his penis. It wasn't hard to find…that ever so reliable morning erection was standing nearly straight up in the air for me....just for me. I actually stumbled across his balls first and made sure to massage them a little bit before I grabbed his cock and wrapped my small fingers around it (I have small hands and it always feels so big).  I could tell it was super sensitive as well, because it immediately twitched in my hand while he remained asleep at the time.  I just started stroking his dick while masturbating next to him. Obviously, at this point, I wanted him to wake up.  What man doesn't want to be, in this situation...right?!?!

I started to grip the sheets with my toes, because I knew I was going to cum...so I was jerking him off as hard as I could at the same time. I had stop sliding my hands over his cock and I was now gripping it so tight that I was moving his skin up and down.  The...I came. It was a wonderful morning release that just settled my body as relaxed as it could be. I was in a blissful heaven.  I cannot tell you how good it feels to cum first thing in the morning like that.  I just laid there rubbing myself and thumbing his precum around.  But since his cock was still as hard as ever, I decided to keep going.  I knew he was awake now - So I kept masturbating - and I scooched over while I did it.  Eventually, I made it over to his dick and I immediately put it in my mouth...and applied as much suction as I possibly could while swirling my tongue around his already swollen wet head. I slid my fingers inside my pussy and began to fuck myself while sucking his morning wood.  Now I was "masturbating for 2" in my mind.  

I was just a sleepy girl masturbating at 5am and sucking a super sensitive cock at the same time…and boy did I love every second of it.  We can always tell when your cock is super sensitive and twitchy…and that is something I absolutely obsess over. Even though I was masturbating, it had really turned into an aggressive blowjob at this point, so I crawled up on all fours and crouched between his legs.  I kept rubbing my clit while giving him a morning blowjob - and it was so swollen that it felt like a large jellybean between my fingers.  I could feel his pulse in my mouth - and right about then, he raised his knees and put his head under the pillow..I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth… So I wanted to make sure the time my next orgasm with his...and then it happened.  He started having a full body seizure, so I fingered my G-spot as fast as I could.  I knew what I was about to swallow and I wanted to cum as I did it.  I had to time it perfectly.  

Right as I could tell that his body was at maximum shaking and his cock had maximum swell and I could feel those pelvic thrusts about to unload for me....I deepthroated him, rolled my tongue under his shaft and grabbed his balls - and push my finger as far as I could up against my G spot....I felt his dick starting to pulse when he relaxed, exploded and squirted his first load down my throat....cumming as hard as every for me and letting me have my first taste....my fingers get soaked around my pussy. His entire body started to convulse and shake, and I could hear his muffled groans under the pillow, and I'm sure he could hear my pops, slurps and moans as well.  He was convulsing and "fucking upward" trying to make sure I sucked and stroked every ounce out of his body.  I was sucking him so hard that my feet came off the mattress while we came together. I flooded my hand and came all over myself at the same time....nearly biting his dick (but I know thats a no-no).  We were both out of breath and just relaxed and he really didn't do anything other than enjoy what I did to him and stay quiet, laying still.  

As his body started to relax, I kept just toying around with his penis with my tongue while it was half hard and I massaged his balls. I pulled my finger out of my pussy and my entire area around it was wet, and my hand was soaked. What a fucking mess....and I loved it.  I kissed his penis and said "thank you" and got up to go take a shower. I could tell that he was going right back to sleep…I laughed and wondered if he would brag to his friends later or if he even knew I was masturbating while I did it.

So I wrote this in the shower before work.

Good morning.  

I (f 47) woke up this morning at 4:30, on my side facing away from him. Basically in a fetal position and naked. It’s always so dark and cold in my bedroom, so I often wake up curled up with super sensitive nipples. My clit is on the larger side and also usually very sensitive in the morning. And this morning was no different.   

It always makes it a perfect time to masturbate quietly. So I slid my hand between my legs, basically half asleep, and began to rub myself. Just a small “tickle” to generate a wonderful morning orgasm. And I was also able to lightly my nipple with my left hand, despite laying on my arm. It all felt so wonderful. Ugh…wish I could do all day. 

I also slid my finger inside my pussy to lightly fuck myself, which is always a challenge since I have large boobs. I cannot tell you enough how good this feels to me. Morning sex and/or morning masturbation has become one of my favorite things to do…it’s heaven.  

…and, as it turns out. This morning paved way for both…

I thought he was just shifting in the bed…so I kept quietly masturbating. At this point my entire hip region was blissfully numb and I had already had at least 2 micro-orgasms…when I suddenly felt his penis on my ass cheek. It was clearly “searching”…so I wasted no time and reached back and grabbed a fistful of his cock. It was soooo fucking hard. God…morning wood….men are so darn reliable with it. I love it. It’s one of gods best inventions.  

I helped it find what it was looking for.  I could feel his pulse right thru the shaft…it was such a turn on how hard it was, and I’m sure also super sensitive. He never said a word and I just placed his fat head against my pussy. I was already as wet as ever…and he just pushed himself all the way inside my body immediately….hitting my cervix.  It was like a lightning bolt of dopamine from brain down my spine. Ugh…yes please.  

He began fucking me and I just pretended it was part of my masturbation playtime…so I just kept rubbing my clit and breasts…and let him have his fun sort of “alone” for him as well. For all I knew another man could be behind me, since I never even verified who it was lol. 

Masturbating with two finger I could feel his cock going in and out of my pussy wit my other fingers…my clit was swollen and I was rubbing it as fast as I could. That’s when I heard him for the first time…those wonderful grunts…Neanderthal-like mainly…my favorite. Just…fuck me…I like cavemen. 

My hand was soaked and I could feel he was beginning to “pulse” inside me. I knew he was about cum…so I made sure to time my orgasm with his. I realized my entire body was locked in gridlock in my fetal position. I had raised my leg a little, so he could get all the way inside me, and curled all my toes to the point of pain…and I could also feel the pain in my lip that was biting. It was fucking…perfect.  

Then it happened…I felt his cock fully swell and his cum “pop” and it sprayed all over my cervix. He grabbed my hips so hard that I’m certain I’ll have a bruise later. I was rubbing my clit to the point my hand was tired and my entire body started shivering and shaking. I realized my back was arched so much that it hurt. I came…SO FUCKING HARD.  It was all could muster not to spray all over the bed at 4:30am like an alley cat in heat. 

I just remember saying “fuck fuck fuck fuck” over and over while he unloaded inside my body and while I came all over my hand and all over his cock.  I wish I could explain accurately the heaven it puts me in.  It was a wonderful…dopamine heaven. I even realized that I had slobbered onto the bed.

I felt the last his pulses and shakes and then I felt him pulling his cock out of me and drag across my butt cheek. He seemed to just roll onto his back and go back to sleep. But I just laid there, never even moving once…and finished rubbing myself and achieving my last few micros. Wow…I want it again. 

I waited for my heart rate to come down and snuck out of bed and tiptoed here to the bathroom for a shower. My Neanderthal apparently sleeping like a baby…but my body is glowing and I had a wonderful start to my day. I’m not even sure if he knew I was masturbating or not. 

Morning sex, morning masturbation…morning wood. YES PLEASE…EVERY FUCKING MORNING. 

Good morning. 😄