Cuckolding As A Solution
I was thirty and John was thirty-two and Toby was only nine. Toby was away for the weekend with a friend, so we had little to worry about with him. We had plenty to worry about with each other.I’m not going to badmouth my ex-husband, the self-righteous prick. We’d been married quite a while, ten years, but things were not going well. In fact, we’d be divorced less than two years later.It was a hot Saturday afternoon, I remember, and John was masturbating again. He loved his cock more than he...
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