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Loving Sex And Being A Cuckold Wife free porn video
I am a 'Cuckold Wife', sexually subservient and if I can be honest with you men reading my story, I love being used and my husband not knowing my dark pleasure of being used by men I pick up for sex.
Women enjoy sex, if we did not, then men would never find it easy to get into our panties. It's really all a big game, from being conditioned as young girls to protecting our virtues from predator men, to being virginal at marriage, but what men have ever experienced girls at stripper shows, spent time in a 'Ladies' cubical in a public toilet and read the filth we write with addresses and phone numbers scrawled on the walls of girls willing to do what they wanted, I have even written my own number and met men who have dared the phone call.
I have sat in the back row of the cinema and been fingered by some boy and felt a man next to me, play 'footsie' and played with his cock as his wife sat by unawares he was being milked by a girl half her age. Sex is a game, an act of physical pleasure and it means nothing to girls who walk through school gates, bodies full of sex hormones and just trying to relieve their horniness up against corners, vibrating machines, a mans cock, or a pets interest in your ovulating pussy, aniseed or peanut and honey inside your fleshy canal, can lead to hours of non stop licking as you finger your clitoris, now you can begin to see why girls are made for multiple sex partners, we can orgasm non stop multiple times, where men can average just one, then we have to find another, but why bother when your husband likes to watch you and have a wank, as you fuck.
I knew this of course before accepting his marriage proposal, when we started dating back in University. He shared a flat with a group of young guys like himself, sharing one room with two beds in it.
His roommate was one years older, but not as flamboyant or charismatic as he was, and once dropped the hint to me he would bring a girl home for him to share her once he had exhausted himself sexually, and he would lie and listen in the darkness to his roommate sounds of pleasure as he fucked the girl to exhaustion.
I guess he was testing me to see if I took the bait, as one night in the pub, his roommate confirmed his best friend's altruistic tendencies, referring to the night the girl came to his bed and slipped in beside him and made love.
'Do you think he is lining me up for you too', I asked his roommate, who nearly choked on his beer at the thought. 'You're different', he countered, 'way too intelligent and beautiful', he continued and flustered, implying the girl he brought home that night was overweight, ugly and desperate.
I laughed at his compliment to me, then asked him if he would mind if I shared the room for sex, 'What would you think of me then', I asked him?
'Wish it was me between your legs', he replied, his voice choking as he admitted he would love to fuck me too.
'Nothing wrong with wishing then', I said, touching his thigh as I got up to go join his roommate, my boyfriend, 'I will be staying tonight and we will be fucking', I was telling him I would be interested in coming to his bed, but only if I was asked to climb in with him, at which I winked, as if I knew it would be easy to encourage.
I found my boyfriend and suggested we go back to his place, which we did and after a short while got into bed and started to have sex. I guess my suggestive tactics to his roommate must have gotten him into a tizzy as he watched us leave and followed us back, no doubt he had been listening outside the room door at our exertions, and now his desperation to be in the same room as my naked self was too much to bare as he banged on the room door, as a mark of respect to our lovemaking.
My boyfriend got up and went to the door and I could hear his roommate begging to be let in to just sleep, which made me laugh, as I knew what he really wanted, and what I wanted was to have him alongside us fucking and he touching my body in readiness for his own time with me.
My boyfriend whispered something to him and closed the door and came back to me, 'My roommate wants to sleep, shall we let him in'?
'I don't mind', I whispered back into my horny boyfriends ear, and then added for a little pique, 'I still want to fuck you', I knew this would appeal to him, as some guys like to think their friends would be jealous listening to them shag a beautiful babe as they wanked themselves, only I was thinking something else, as both beds were close enough for my legs to go under his covers and feel his friend's cock with my feet, as he fucked me.
Sex does that to a girl who is more than capable of thinking it, my eyes accustomed to the dark could see his friend undress and show his manhood, whilst I lay naked on the side he undressed, allowing him once his eyes grew accustomed, to see the warm yielding flesh of my body as I was fucked in his presence and my feet sought his manhood, to toy with until my wet pussy would open to him and receive his seed, to mix with the earlier deposit, sperm and cocktail, has a nice ring to it, and as my boyfriend was lulled into his sleep, my legs paved the way for my lower torso to follow until he was inside the holy of holiest, fucking my cunt for a second coming,(cumming).
Once he knew I was game for this sort of sex, our liaisons started to become more risque, he tested me to my extremes, and my extremes were boundless and limitless, take for example, the night we visited his grandfather, a widower who had fathered twelve c***dren, eight of which were girls, six of which he reputedly repeatedly sired whenever his wife gave up on sex, a man driven by his urges, but now confined to his armchair watching porn and just remembering what it was like to have sex with girls, would I allow him to touch me?
I sat with my drink as he told me all about his dark family secrets, all the time my pussy wetted with the idea of this old mans need for me, of course I would go to his house and reveal myself, to see if he wanted to m***** me wearing a small black number, stockings and garter belt, just as long as my boyfriend stayed away and let me work my magic, I would let this old i****tuous pervert feel my wet pussy, just as long as my boyfriend had the balls to stay away until we had finished what we needed to do.
Being the only female member of our little gang I jealously guarded that privilege with clandestine kisses and intimate touching, each boy I engaged with promised to keep our secret, so masturbating them became my hobby and massaging their semen into my small breasts was the stuff other girls could only image and dream off.
One day we had a competition for the fastest swimmer diving off the bridge and swimming to the raft could have some quality time with me, by then I was truly interested in penetrative sex, I wanted to put a guy inside me and stole one of daddy's condoms, just in case, as I was already on the pill, to regulate my periods.
Once all the guys had finished this stranger came up and asked if he could have a go, he had been talking to some of the boys as to what we were doing, and they had told him. What made it scary was he was way older than any of us, and the bulge in his pants showed he was serious about having me.
Unlike the rest of the gang, he was not shy about diving naked into the cold water and his large cock made my eyes widen, so much so it scared the boys and they left as he swam back.
He climbed out of the water and I said, 'I guess you win, everyone has left'.
He had his free fuck on the bridge and daddy's condom remained clasped in my hand and for months afterwards we would meet and have sex, as by that time I was really into it, and went looking for it.
Kissing was for me erotic as were discovering I was developing breasts and pubic hair. My grandfather was also enjoying the budding fruits of his granddaughter as I stood in front of him as he grasped my midriff and pulled me into him, kissing my bare stomach and sending shivers downwards onto my clitoris, as his mustache, a masculine feeling scratching my smooth feminine skin, I succumbed to his fondling, feeling his hand slide up my thighs and follow the natural curvature of my buttocks, and pull my panties down until the light downy fuzz of my pubis came into view and his old tongue ironed my erogenous skin until I cried out in yielding myself onto his lap and cock and rode him until he put all his effort inside me.
My whole short existence has been about sex and men and self pleasuring, even writing on here for you men to enjoys my sex, is part of the ongoing freedoms I seek for women and girls to let men enjoys us, otherwise how are we to learn to allow men the freedom they we all are denied, can you imagine being able to call me for sex whenever the mood strikes and for me to say OK?
Women enjoy sex, if we did not, then men would never find it easy to get into our panties. It's really all a big game, from being conditioned as young girls to protecting our virtues from predator men, to being virginal at marriage, but what men have ever experienced girls at stripper shows, spent time in a 'Ladies' cubical in a public toilet and read the filth we write with addresses and phone numbers scrawled on the walls of girls willing to do what they wanted, I have even written my own number and met men who have dared the phone call.
I have sat in the back row of the cinema and been fingered by some boy and felt a man next to me, play 'footsie' and played with his cock as his wife sat by unawares he was being milked by a girl half her age. Sex is a game, an act of physical pleasure and it means nothing to girls who walk through school gates, bodies full of sex hormones and just trying to relieve their horniness up against corners, vibrating machines, a mans cock, or a pets interest in your ovulating pussy, aniseed or peanut and honey inside your fleshy canal, can lead to hours of non stop licking as you finger your clitoris, now you can begin to see why girls are made for multiple sex partners, we can orgasm non stop multiple times, where men can average just one, then we have to find another, but why bother when your husband likes to watch you and have a wank, as you fuck.
I knew this of course before accepting his marriage proposal, when we started dating back in University. He shared a flat with a group of young guys like himself, sharing one room with two beds in it.
His roommate was one years older, but not as flamboyant or charismatic as he was, and once dropped the hint to me he would bring a girl home for him to share her once he had exhausted himself sexually, and he would lie and listen in the darkness to his roommate sounds of pleasure as he fucked the girl to exhaustion.
I guess he was testing me to see if I took the bait, as one night in the pub, his roommate confirmed his best friend's altruistic tendencies, referring to the night the girl came to his bed and slipped in beside him and made love.
'Do you think he is lining me up for you too', I asked his roommate, who nearly choked on his beer at the thought. 'You're different', he countered, 'way too intelligent and beautiful', he continued and flustered, implying the girl he brought home that night was overweight, ugly and desperate.
I laughed at his compliment to me, then asked him if he would mind if I shared the room for sex, 'What would you think of me then', I asked him?
'Wish it was me between your legs', he replied, his voice choking as he admitted he would love to fuck me too.
'Nothing wrong with wishing then', I said, touching his thigh as I got up to go join his roommate, my boyfriend, 'I will be staying tonight and we will be fucking', I was telling him I would be interested in coming to his bed, but only if I was asked to climb in with him, at which I winked, as if I knew it would be easy to encourage.
I found my boyfriend and suggested we go back to his place, which we did and after a short while got into bed and started to have sex. I guess my suggestive tactics to his roommate must have gotten him into a tizzy as he watched us leave and followed us back, no doubt he had been listening outside the room door at our exertions, and now his desperation to be in the same room as my naked self was too much to bare as he banged on the room door, as a mark of respect to our lovemaking.
My boyfriend got up and went to the door and I could hear his roommate begging to be let in to just sleep, which made me laugh, as I knew what he really wanted, and what I wanted was to have him alongside us fucking and he touching my body in readiness for his own time with me.
My boyfriend whispered something to him and closed the door and came back to me, 'My roommate wants to sleep, shall we let him in'?
'I don't mind', I whispered back into my horny boyfriends ear, and then added for a little pique, 'I still want to fuck you', I knew this would appeal to him, as some guys like to think their friends would be jealous listening to them shag a beautiful babe as they wanked themselves, only I was thinking something else, as both beds were close enough for my legs to go under his covers and feel his friend's cock with my feet, as he fucked me.
Sex does that to a girl who is more than capable of thinking it, my eyes accustomed to the dark could see his friend undress and show his manhood, whilst I lay naked on the side he undressed, allowing him once his eyes grew accustomed, to see the warm yielding flesh of my body as I was fucked in his presence and my feet sought his manhood, to toy with until my wet pussy would open to him and receive his seed, to mix with the earlier deposit, sperm and cocktail, has a nice ring to it, and as my boyfriend was lulled into his sleep, my legs paved the way for my lower torso to follow until he was inside the holy of holiest, fucking my cunt for a second coming,(cumming).
Once he knew I was game for this sort of sex, our liaisons started to become more risque, he tested me to my extremes, and my extremes were boundless and limitless, take for example, the night we visited his grandfather, a widower who had fathered twelve c***dren, eight of which were girls, six of which he reputedly repeatedly sired whenever his wife gave up on sex, a man driven by his urges, but now confined to his armchair watching porn and just remembering what it was like to have sex with girls, would I allow him to touch me?
I sat with my drink as he told me all about his dark family secrets, all the time my pussy wetted with the idea of this old mans need for me, of course I would go to his house and reveal myself, to see if he wanted to m***** me wearing a small black number, stockings and garter belt, just as long as my boyfriend stayed away and let me work my magic, I would let this old i****tuous pervert feel my wet pussy, just as long as my boyfriend had the balls to stay away until we had finished what we needed to do.
Being the only female member of our little gang I jealously guarded that privilege with clandestine kisses and intimate touching, each boy I engaged with promised to keep our secret, so masturbating them became my hobby and massaging their semen into my small breasts was the stuff other girls could only image and dream off.
One day we had a competition for the fastest swimmer diving off the bridge and swimming to the raft could have some quality time with me, by then I was truly interested in penetrative sex, I wanted to put a guy inside me and stole one of daddy's condoms, just in case, as I was already on the pill, to regulate my periods.
Once all the guys had finished this stranger came up and asked if he could have a go, he had been talking to some of the boys as to what we were doing, and they had told him. What made it scary was he was way older than any of us, and the bulge in his pants showed he was serious about having me.
Unlike the rest of the gang, he was not shy about diving naked into the cold water and his large cock made my eyes widen, so much so it scared the boys and they left as he swam back.
He climbed out of the water and I said, 'I guess you win, everyone has left'.
He had his free fuck on the bridge and daddy's condom remained clasped in my hand and for months afterwards we would meet and have sex, as by that time I was really into it, and went looking for it.
Kissing was for me erotic as were discovering I was developing breasts and pubic hair. My grandfather was also enjoying the budding fruits of his granddaughter as I stood in front of him as he grasped my midriff and pulled me into him, kissing my bare stomach and sending shivers downwards onto my clitoris, as his mustache, a masculine feeling scratching my smooth feminine skin, I succumbed to his fondling, feeling his hand slide up my thighs and follow the natural curvature of my buttocks, and pull my panties down until the light downy fuzz of my pubis came into view and his old tongue ironed my erogenous skin until I cried out in yielding myself onto his lap and cock and rode him until he put all his effort inside me.
My whole short existence has been about sex and men and self pleasuring, even writing on here for you men to enjoys my sex, is part of the ongoing freedoms I seek for women and girls to let men enjoys us, otherwise how are we to learn to allow men the freedom they we all are denied, can you imagine being able to call me for sex whenever the mood strikes and for me to say OK?
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