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pantyhose, and especially after licking my wife to orgasm, my dick is aching with need. I know
better than to touch it, though, because if I come without Cathy’s permission, she punishes me by ignoring my erection even
longer or taking away my pretty panties for a couple of days.
Last weekend, however, she decided to reward me for being her obedient little sissy. After she came down from her climax,
she pulled me up onto the bed so that I was lying on my back. Then she eased down my panties and hose so that they banded
around my thighs, the elastic that bit into my flesh a constant reminder that even though she was bringing me pleasure, I
was still in my wife’s thrall.
I lay there, prone, as Cathy straddled my body so that my rigid cock was an inch from the opening of her dripping-wet cunt.
Then she eased down over my aching pole until I was buried deep inside her. It felt so good that I had to hold back from coming
right away, because I knew it wouldn’t do to enjoy my orgasm before she had reached hers.
Cathy let out a long sigh when she hit bottom, and then she raised herself up so that only my cockhead was still enveloped
by her cunt. Then she slid back down until her ass cheeks once again rested on my thighs. Then it was once again back up,
and she repeated this series of movements over and over, picking up speed as she went.
Grabbing my hand, she brought it to her pussy and moved it in a circular motion, indicating that she wanted me to rub her
clitoris. I lay my hand flat against her mound and drew small circles over her tiny bud with my thumb as she continued to
ride my cock. I could feel her clit pulsing beneath my thumb as she came again with a small cry, her pussy contracting around
my shaft. It was becoming more difficult to hold back my orgasm, and Cathy must have seen the look of frustration on my face
because between gasping breaths she barked out the word, “Now!”
My balls tensed and then exploded at her command, sending at least a week’s worth of pent-up come deep inside my wife’s cunt.
She continued to fuck me throughout my eruption, and the warm cream dripped back down my spurting cock to coat my hairless
balls. Cathy didn’t let up until I was done and her pussy had milked me completely dry. Then she got up off me and headed
into the bathroom to straighten herself up.
Returning with a wet washcloth, she tossed it to me so that I could clean myself off. I wiped off my now-limp dick and pulled
my panties and stockings back up. Then I went to the kitchen to prepare a little snack for Cathy as my weekend of being her
very own panty slave resumed.
—Mr. J.K., via email
Nude Pictures of His Wife’s Best Friend Led to Hot Sex
Twenty years ago, my wife, Janet, and her friend Elizabeth were college roommates, and today they’re still close. I have always
been faithful to my wife, but I fantasize about Elizabeth. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and big tits, she would be any man’s
wet dream.
Janet knows about my playful crush on her best friend, so I wasn’t too surprised when she asked me to shoot some cheesecake
photos of her. Elizabeth’s husband is a Marine stationed in Germany, and she wanted to send them to him for his birthday.
Since I’m a photography nut and have more camera and darkroom equipment than most professional photographers, the request
wasn’t that unusual. The shoot was scheduled for the following Saturday afternoon.
I set up my camera in the master bedroom, expecting Janet to be there with us, and Elizabeth wearing nothing more daring than
a nightie. I was wrong on both counts. My wife informed us that she was going to run some errands while we took the pictures,
and she gave me a little wink. I wasn’t sure what that meant at the time, but I had a vague idea. Elizabeth had shown up in
a pair of skin-tight shorts and a T-shirt, and when she turned around, I got a good view of the way the shorts exposed her
better than to touch it, though, because if I come without Cathy’s permission, she punishes me by ignoring my erection even
longer or taking away my pretty panties for a couple of days.
Last weekend, however, she decided to reward me for being her obedient little sissy. After she came down from her climax,
she pulled me up onto the bed so that I was lying on my back. Then she eased down my panties and hose so that they banded
around my thighs, the elastic that bit into my flesh a constant reminder that even though she was bringing me pleasure, I
was still in my wife’s thrall.
I lay there, prone, as Cathy straddled my body so that my rigid cock was an inch from the opening of her dripping-wet cunt.
Then she eased down over my aching pole until I was buried deep inside her. It felt so good that I had to hold back from coming
right away, because I knew it wouldn’t do to enjoy my orgasm before she had reached hers.
Cathy let out a long sigh when she hit bottom, and then she raised herself up so that only my cockhead was still enveloped
by her cunt. Then she slid back down until her ass cheeks once again rested on my thighs. Then it was once again back up,
and she repeated this series of movements over and over, picking up speed as she went.
Grabbing my hand, she brought it to her pussy and moved it in a circular motion, indicating that she wanted me to rub her
clitoris. I lay my hand flat against her mound and drew small circles over her tiny bud with my thumb as she continued to
ride my cock. I could feel her clit pulsing beneath my thumb as she came again with a small cry, her pussy contracting around
my shaft. It was becoming more difficult to hold back my orgasm, and Cathy must have seen the look of frustration on my face
because between gasping breaths she barked out the word, “Now!”
My balls tensed and then exploded at her command, sending at least a week’s worth of pent-up come deep inside my wife’s cunt.
She continued to fuck me throughout my eruption, and the warm cream dripped back down my spurting cock to coat my hairless
balls. Cathy didn’t let up until I was done and her pussy had milked me completely dry. Then she got up off me and headed
into the bathroom to straighten herself up.
Returning with a wet washcloth, she tossed it to me so that I could clean myself off. I wiped off my now-limp dick and pulled
my panties and stockings back up. Then I went to the kitchen to prepare a little snack for Cathy as my weekend of being her
very own panty slave resumed.
—Mr. J.K., via email
Nude Pictures of His Wife’s Best Friend Led to Hot Sex
Twenty years ago, my wife, Janet, and her friend Elizabeth were college roommates, and today they’re still close. I have always
been faithful to my wife, but I fantasize about Elizabeth. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and big tits, she would be any man’s
wet dream.
Janet knows about my playful crush on her best friend, so I wasn’t too surprised when she asked me to shoot some cheesecake
photos of her. Elizabeth’s husband is a Marine stationed in Germany, and she wanted to send them to him for his birthday.
Since I’m a photography nut and have more camera and darkroom equipment than most professional photographers, the request
wasn’t that unusual. The shoot was scheduled for the following Saturday afternoon.
I set up my camera in the master bedroom, expecting Janet to be there with us, and Elizabeth wearing nothing more daring than
a nightie. I was wrong on both counts. My wife informed us that she was going to run some errands while we took the pictures,
and she gave me a little wink. I wasn’t sure what that meant at the time, but I had a vague idea. Elizabeth had shown up in
a pair of skin-tight shorts and a T-shirt, and when she turned around, I got a good view of the way the shorts exposed her
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