my wife----part-1-thru-2-of-2

My wife

Part-1-of-2

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My name is Paul and I’ve been married for ten years and I think it has been pretty good. My wife, Jennifer and have two kids, a nice high-rise condo, good jobs, hers where she can work from home, and our life together seem normal. Our sex life is still good and I’d had no reason to suspect anything was wrong until recently, when my wife Jennifer started showing an unusual attraction to other women. At least I think she was. When we were out she would often comment about the beauty of another women. She even pointed out the other woman and ask me if I liked their hair, their body, or whatever. In restaurants, I’d catch her checking out the other women. It was very subtle, but it was definitely there. I don't know if she was comparing herself to other women or if she really was attracted to other women? I didn't have any reason to suspect that she was bisexual. It's just that the completely comfortable way she talked to me about other women and the way I see her look at other women was unsettling.
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I suspected that her preoccupation was more than passing, so I set up a monitoring system in our family room. My suspicions have since been proven true; she’s been having sex without me. But I wasn’t too upset though, because she’s been getting it on with two of her girlfriends. And it is so exciting that it turns me on. She has no idea I know and I am going to keep it that way. They don't always meet at our house, but I’ve managed to get the three of them on tape twice. The first time they watched some porn and then used toys and with some great moaning had several orgasms. The second time they still watched the porn but this time they used toys on each other, vibes on their clits. They were lying on the floor right in front of the camera doing each other’s clits and pussies.

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When the doorbell rang, Jennifer got up still naked and went to answer it. When she came back, she brought a big black dude into the frame. I couldn’t believe it, he fucked all 3 of them including my wife and she seemed to enjoy the hell out of it. When I watched that I almost cummed right there my heart was pounding so fast.

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I was hoping that she was trying to hint to me that she was interested in exploring a little but didn't know how to bring it up. The next time we were at the mall and she brought up the looks of other women again, I made it a casual thing but I asked her if she was attracted to other woman. Her reply was, “Ugh, gross, not interested.” Then she said that she was just trying to find things to make herself feel sexier, by finding out what I like on other women.

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I wasn’t sure how to proceed from there, but I’m turned on enough from watching to let her keep playing, but also want to kind of share it. Should I let the cat out the bag or not? So, do I just ask her about this? I don't want to look stupid and offend her, because I’m pussy whipped. She has the vagina and the two breasts, which give her the powers of a superhero, over all me. It makes me hot to watch her use her endowments to her advantage at work, and especially at clubs, bars and the mall. It doesn't matter that she doesn't have two brain cells between her ears. It simply does-not-matter. A wink at a cop will get her out of a ticket, and a low-cut blouse and short skirt, her black stiletto pumps will get us into any bar/club/party in the city.

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She’s totally selfish and don't care about the world around her: war, poverty, hunger, torture, and it bums her out whenever she is forced to hear about such things. All she cares about is designer clothes; cute guys with lots of money to spoil her; and stylish restaurants where she can pretend to nibble on salads while people admire her hair, her makeup, her clothes, her overall physique, and most important her awesome boobs and her killer ass.

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So my wife and I have times where we don't have sex, sometimes because she’s angry at me, sometimes because she doesn't want it or is 'tired', or because of her period or whatever. However, I can only go about 4 or 5-days before the urges really start to get bad. Looking at porn, staring at other women like a fucking crack head at a big rock, talking to counter girls, saying hi or smiling at any woman who meets my gaze, black, white, Asian. If she knew, shit like that, that would piss my wife off.

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But she doesn't fucking understand that it does not take a lot to make me happy, touch my cock for Christ's sake. I can pretend that you're into it once in a while. I am not so selfish to demand this daily. I don't need to fuck you daily. I'd like to, but we both know that it just doesn't work out that way. Start acting like you did before we got married.

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But I don’t want to have an affair. I want my wife Jennifer in my sex life. Since she said she wasn’t interested in other women, I tried to get her to sleep with another man, then come home and tell me what happened while I cleaned her pussy for her. I even asked her about black men, but same response, not interested.

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She constantly refused anything kinky, until I finally talked her in to stretching her limits a little with some light bondage. We started off with pretty much 'garden variety' BDSM. I started out tying her up while eating her. Then progressed to blindfolding her as well, so she would not know what I was going to do next. Then it was on to teasing her with lightly touching her everywhere; some times even use a feather. The teasing drove her wild with passion and made her beg me to fuck her. Some times I take an ice cube and trail it around her beautiful body. Other times I hold an ice cube in my mouth until my mouth is very cold then suck her nipples or lick her pussy.
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Above all, I pay attention to what she likes and do more of it. I never hesitate to experiment. It really fuels my lust and swells my erection to drive her crazy with a passion. Then when she begs me to fuck her, I don't do it right away. Instead I continue teasing her until she’s literally crying from passion. For me its like extended foreplay, which everyone knows women love?

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Then I moved on to bigger and better equipment, such as a spreader to make sure her legs are spread and that I have easy access to everything I got a good spreader bar. Next came nipple clamps and a riding crop.

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It’s exhilarating to see my Prima Donna wife Jennifer being submissive. After the way she previously acted it makes me feel powerful to debase and humiliate her, to see her grovel and beg for my touch. After a proper warm up, it's amazing what a few taps on the clit will do. After I get her to cum from a good whipping I like to fuck her.

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After re-watching the tape of her fucking the black guy, I decided to take action. One day while she was out shopping with her girlfriends, I had a black co-worker who was rumored to have a huge cock come by the house. I told him I wanted him to fuck my wife, but he could not talk or make any noise at all while he was doing it.

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When we heard Jennifer pulling in the driveway, he hid in the spare bedroom. As soon as she came in she saw that look in my eyes and tried to resist, but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I began kissing and caressing her while removing her clothes, strewing them careless on the floor from the front door up the hallway. She was naked by the time I led her into the living room. I already had everything laid, so before she realized what was going on, I twisted her wrists behind her and snapped on the handcuffs. I then got out the blindfold and bindings and tied her over the back of my easy chair face down. My co-worker then entered the room while I was eating her sweet pussy and getting it lubed up for him. I backed away, and he slowly approached her and began to rub his 9-cock up and down her slit to get it good and moist.
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I almost exploded. My dick was as hard as it has ever been, watching the contrast between her milky white skin and his coal black flesh as he ran the head of his huge black cock up and down her damp slit. When I moved back over and reached down and parted her lips, he slowly pushed the head into her. As he pushed on it, it caused her to gasp. When he had it about half way in, she stopped panting long enough to ask me what I was using. Silently, he began to work it in and out, going in a little deeper with each stroke.

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He continued to stroke until slowly but surely got all 9-inside her stretched pussy. She was panting and moaning like I had never heard her before, and ask me again what I was using on her. That’s when she exploded for the first time. As he continued to pump his huge cock in to her when I went around by her head. Then as I took her by the hair and slipped my cock in her mouth, I chuckled, "that's not me fucking you silly"

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Suddenly, she began to convulse and go off like a machine gun as she orgasmed over and over. Every time my buddy slammed his big cock into her, it drove my cock deeper in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat and my balls slapped against her chin. I could feel her nose in my pubic hair every time we came together. When my balls exploded, I had the most powerful orgasm that I’d ever had in my life. When my flaccid cock slipped out of her mouth, I stepped back and continued to watch my buddy fuck her. He must have fucked her for 30-minutes before exploding inside her luscious cunt. He left his shrinking cock inside her for a few minutes before pulling out with a loud slurping sound. With a smile in my direction, he went in to the other room and dressed, and then I walked him outside. He told me to call him anytime I needed his help, then left.

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When I went back into the living room and saw her bent helpless over with his cum seeping out of her pussy and running down her legs my cock swelled up so much that it was about to burst. Moving up behind her, I roughly grabbed her hips and brutally drove my cock home. After two orgasms for her and one for me, I collapsed on to the floor between her legs. I was so weak that I had to crawl around the chair to remove her bindings and blindfold so she could collapse onto the floor beside me. As she gazed at me with the most contented look that I’ve ever seen on her face she kissed me. Then as she pillowed her head on my lap and lovingly caressed my flaccid cock, she thanked me for the best sex she has ever had, and then asked me who the hell that was. But, I refused to tell her.

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It has been 3-months since that day, and she still looks at every guy she meets and wonders if he is the one with the huge cock.
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Having my buddy fuck Jennifer made her more pliant. So to test the boundaries, I now require her to walk around the house naked with the blinds open. She gets excited wondering if anyone can see her from the front sidewalk or from the house next door. My only concession is I let her keep a sundress in the foyer that she can slip it on before she answers the door.

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I came home from work for about an hour, this afternoon. I made Jennifer take off her clothes and get down on her knees and sucked my cock in front her full length mirror until I couldn't take it anymore. Then I threw her onto the bed and tied her wrists and feet to the four corner posts. But instead of proceeded to pound her silly, I stuffed her used panties into her mouth crotch first as a gag. Her eyes got big and she kind of gasped through her gag as I clipped on her nipple clamps. Then I kissed her on the cheek and went back in the house.

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To be continue…

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My Wife

Part-2-of-2

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The thought of her lying helpless in bed awaiting my return was so exhilarating that I walked around the rest of the day whistling. Knowing that she was helplessly laying there, anticipation my touch but never knowing when it would come was giving me a massive erection. I could almost hear her wondering not only will I kiss her but also where will I kiss her? Will I gently run my hand over her breasts as I kiss her? Will my other hand slowly glide up her inner thigh? Will I know that she’s wet, and gently stroke her pussy and make her moan while her juices pour out? The possibilities are endless. Will I slowly and methodically make her cum and cum until she begs for my cock? Will I pound her until she begs for mercy? Will I mount her like a stallion and ride her like a mare in season until I cum all over her? Will we hold each other and gasp for breath and hold each other while we shake and moan from our overpowering orgasms? I can hardly wait to let her feel and taste of my big, hard veiny, cock in her mouth. I can’t wait to hear the sound of her moans as she begs me to fuck her. I miss the whimpering sounds as I kiss her pussy, licking it, making her heart race, getting her wet, making her arching her back as she screams, “fuck me!”

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Pleasure savored is pleasure enjoyed, so instead of rushing straight home I stopped for a drink to give myself more time to savor my up coming experience. I must have looked like a crazy man, sitting alone and grinning like a fool as I sipped my drink. I was on such a euphoric high that I didn’t notice the lady that walked up to my table until she spoke. When I looked up I was staring into the bluest eyes that I’d ever seen in my life. And her glasses didn’t subtract from their beauty one iota, if anything they enhanced them. I never realized that I liked brunettes until I looked up. She was tall, tan brunette with 36B's. Because some of the very best sex I've can ever remember having came from small breasted women, some too small to fill even an A-cup, I thought to myself, "It ain't the meat, it's the motion, and it ain't the boobs, it's the attitude of it's owner." I've always taken small-breasted woman who wanted to please me over her bigger breasted sister who thinks that the only effort she has to make is to take her top off and bare her breasts. Some of the most boring sex I've had was with a small-breasted woman too, so, like I said, it's all about their attitude, not their breast size. Out loud I stammered, “I’m sorry, I was day dreaming and didn’t hear what you said.”

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“I asked what’s so damn funny?”

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“I beg your pardon,” I said back.

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“Hey, I’m not trying to be rude. It’s just that I had a really shitty day. I was sitting over there trying to drown my sorrows when I saw you over here grinning and laughing like you knew something the rest of us didn’t,” she explained. “ I thought maybe if you shared whatever in was with me I’d go home laughing instead of crying.”

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“I’d like to try to cheer you up,” I chuckled, “But if I told you what I was really laughing at, you’d flee my table and the bar so fast that I’d never even learn your name.”

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“Try me. I don’t scare easy.”

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“Its of a sexual nature, so you might not want to hear,” I warned.

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“I’m a big girl.”

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“Do you know what bondage is?” I asked

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As her eyes burned with interest, she fell into a chair and quickly said, “Yes!”

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I could see that I had her interest, so I asked, “Do you know what a submissive, or if you prefer, a slave is?”

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Leaning across the table, she snapped, “Yes, go on.”

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“I have my slave tied up at in my apartment and I was laughing about what I was going to do to her when I get home,” I bragged.

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“What are you going to do to her?” she demanded.

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Looking her right in the eyes, I said, “Any damn thing I please. That’s the beauty of having a sex slave, I can do any damn thing I want to her.”

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“When did you tie her up?”

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“At lunch.”

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Looking at her watch, she said, “That must have been 7-hours ago?”

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“So what?”

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“How is she tied?” she asked.

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“That sounds like professional interest?”

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“I’m in the life style.”

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“I thought so. Sub or Dom?”

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“Sub with guys and Dom with girls.”

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“Now that’s interesting,” I said, noticing the lady was getting visibly aroused, her eyes were aflame with lust and her breathing was shallow and quick.

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“What does she look like?”

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“She’s a beautiful raven haired part Puerto Rican girl. She 31-years old, She was a lithe, coltish with a pair of runner’s legs that just kept going until they made meet a perfect ass, and even after two kids, she had a stomach so flat you could eat pudding off of it. She has flawless caramel-skin, firm pear shaped 36c breasts, with brown quarter areolas, ½ -inch nipples that get hard and stick out like pencil erasers. She keeps a magnificently manicured landing strip. She is articulate, creative, and as beautiful on the inside as she was on the out. The best part, of course, was that she fucks like a mink. She cums in gushing, multiple orgasms and when we’re in character, she has a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush.

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“You seem to know a lot about her?”

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“I should, she’s my wife.”

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“Your wife?”

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“Yes, but don’t miss understand, when the kids are around, we have to keep a low profile and she’s mommy. But when we’re in character she’s nothing more to me than a blow up doll.”

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“Take me with you!” she begged.

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“What?’

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“Take me with you. I want her.” Thirty minutes later we were in the elevator on the way up to our apartment.

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Unknown to Jennifer, the sound of the door awakened her. As she neared consciousness and her brain began to come on line, she tried to recall the events of the day. Recollection was of her husband tying her in bed and leaving. She didn’t know how long she’d been tied up because she’d slept part of the time. Her mouth felt dry and fuzzy. Her headache felt like her skull was being crushed. Still unable to open her eyes, she thought, “I must still be blindfolded.” She fought through the fog in her mind and realized she could move her fingers and toes, even her hands and feet, but her arms and legs were immobile, so she still must be tied up. And the dull ache of her nipples told her that the clamps were still in place.

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I nodded to Hannah, who immediately started undressing. When we were both completely nude, we climbed on the bed with Jennifer, one on either side. Leaving the gag in place, Hanna removed Jennifer blindfold.

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Jennifer had never had bed spins in the morning, but something definitely wasn’t right. The bed was clearly moving. Then she felt hands removing her blindfold. She’d been blindfolded for so long the sudden light temporarily blinded her. At first Jennifer felt rage, but a skilled tongue in her wetness quickly replaced the anger with a sudden lust. She felt what were obviously breasts against her stomach, and the feeling of a tongue on her inner thigh was nearly making her explode. Finally opening her eyes she took in the whole picture. A strange lady was kneeling beside Jennifer’s chest and leaning forward with her tongue lapping at Jen’s juice pussy. Her husband was behind the strange lady with her dark hair in his hands like the reins of a horse. Jen couldn’t stop watching his thick, hard cock plowing into her. That changed though when the first orgasm rolled through Jen’s hips and her eyes rolled back into her head.
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Watching the lady’s fingers move to her own clit, Jen was jealous, but of what? Did she want her husband’s cock to abuse her pussy as he was doing to the lady? Did she want the lady’s long red fingernails back on her clit? Did she want the restraints to be freed so she could pleasure herself as she was watching the lady do? A long low, guttural groan escaped from the lady as her fingers and her husband’s merciless pounding had the desired effect. Hanna’s head dropped to Jen’s lap as her orgasm intensified. The sudden feeling of teeth on her thighs only made Jen hornier as, for the first time in her life, she watched another woman having an orgasm.
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When I finished cumming, I pulled out of Hanna’s wet pussy and turned my cum covered cock toward Jennifer. As it approached her she willingly, No, hungrily opened her mouth, She couldn’t wait to taste Hanna’s juices, and to give me, her husband an orgasm. After she eagerly sucked me for a couple of minutes, I suddenly, pulled out of her mouth. Her eyes were glued on the tip of my throbbing cock, as I started jerking myself off. Thick globs of my warm slimy cum landed on Jen’s chest, the liquid portion running down her side. Again I turned my cock to Jen’s pretty mouth, shoving the head between her lips. Shoving my cock deep into he throat I shot the last of my load into her mouth as she hungrily swallowed.
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As I sat back and watched, Hanna climbed up Jen’s body and kissed her deeply. It was apparent that Jen loved the feel of Hanna’s smooth face and full, soft lips against her own. When Hanna lowered herself down onto Jen’s body, their bodies coming together smearing my cum between their breasts. Lowering her face, Jen slowly and sensually licked my cum off Hanna’s breasts. Jen’s tongue worked Hanna’s breasts, then when they were clean she worked her way down to Hanna’s tight, flat stomach, eagerly licking it clean. When she reached Hanna’s navel it occurred to her where this was heading, but she didn’t slow down. Jen reached the top of Hanna’s little landing strip of pubic hair and continued moving to her full wetness. The familiar taste of her husband’s cum was mixed with pussy. Jen had never done this before to another woman, but she knew what she liked, and all of those times with lousy lovers that she thought “why doesn’t he just do it like this” came back to her. Hanna’s groans told her she when she was doing something right.
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She had lost track of me, and was surprised to feel me between her legs. When she felt my face against her female wetness, her body trembled as her mind raced with fear, remembering how huge my cock had looked working in and out of Hanna. Jen was excited by the prospect of enjoying my cock: handle it, but more important, a mouthful. But in her situation she knew that she really didn’t have anything to say about it.
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She had a feeling that her husband, Paul wasn’t about to be gentle, and she was right. The pain of my huge cock thrusting into her was more than she could take. As she was about to scream, Hanna ground her pussy onto Jen’s face. Jen realized that Hanna had been through this many times, as concentrated on pleasuring her. She sighed when within a few thrusts her always-tight pussy had expanded just enough to accommodate her husband’s rigid manhood.
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Hanna rose and turned around facing me, settling her now throbbing, dripping pussy back on Jen’s awaiting mouth. The new position allowed her to kiss me and play with Jen’s breasts as I fucked her. As her tongue was lashing at Hanna’s pussy, the feeling washed over her that she was nothing more than a sex toy to these two apparently insatiable people. This was a feeling that she very much enjoyed at the moment. Hanna’s familiar fingers went to Jen’s now swollen clit, the two of them working together to give her, what was it, her fourth orgasm? Twelfth? Hell it seemed like a thousand, but no matter, the next one was close by
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The three of us played throughout the night, each of the ladies reaching more orgasms than they could count, and when I was finally unable to perform anymore. Totally spent, the three of us slept the night away entwined in each other’s arms. The next morning, Hanna was running late so she didn’t have time to play. But she left with promise to be back Friday evening. She was to give me a call later in the week for details.

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The end…

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