A while ago, my husband told me he wouldn’t mind at all if I sucked one of his friends’ cock. I thought he was joking, because of the light mood of our conversation.
The best day of our lives, our wedding day. It was magical and everything we had dreamed of, I felt like a princess in my dress however as most dresses do it ended up in the back of our closet, forgotten about but admired by me every few years.
I love Saturdays, especially with nothing to do except enjoying my girlfriend’s sweet body.
I’ve always been shy about the whole sharing thing and I wouldn’t call myself a hotwife.
I knew he was different from the moment that I met him. He had a certain charm about him that I had never experienced before, a buttery smoothness to his voice that made me swoon with desire.
We were all strangers to one another. Our meeting was by chance, we were all thrust together during an amateur quiz night at the local dive bar, all of the teams we were on were full and so we three had to form an alliance.
It’s been 4 years since I had sex, 4 incredibly endless and boring years, the last man I had sex with was my husband, well, ex-husband now.
It’s one of our family traditions to go on a camping trip during the summer months. My family and I would hit the road for hours until we reached a camping site. Despite being an independent woman in her 20’s, I still consider this tradition sacred and it would break my parents’ hearts if I missed the annual trip.
I was bored so I made my hubby take some pictures of me. I then let him cum all down my tits.
I have had a few boyfriends before that just care about their own pleasure. Sadly, every guy I’ve been with apart from my current boyfriend was like that, with the exception of a one-night stand, which does show you how bad my exes were.
