and was resting against an African sculpture.
Unable to look at the disgusting scene that was taking place right before my eyes, I found myself focusing on the floor, staring at my husbandâs shirt, his shoes, his tie. Clothing that was as familiar to me as my own attire. Yet, the man who had shed those clothes seemed like a total stranger to me.
Iâd always known my husband had unusual sexual desires, but I thought the fetishes he mentioned while in the throes of lovemaking were merely fantasiesâtwisted shit that heâd never act upon in real life.
But there he was on his hands and knees, his face pressed into Katyaâs buttocks.
It took a few moments for my brain to register what was going on. At first I thought he was burrowing his tongue deep into her asshole, and I gawked at him with my face crinkled in disgust.
Then I felt a huge wave of relief when I realized he was biting her butt cheek, not licking her ass. Had I stumbled upon my husband being in the midst of licking a dirty whoreâs ass, Iâd never be able to stomach kissing him again.
The escort service had charged an exorbitant sum of money for Katya to fuck and suck my husband and to eat my pussy afterward. But here she wasâdoing a lot extraâfacedown with her golden hair splayed out around the pillow, and her skinny ass tooted upward in Maverickâs face.
Using both hands, he palmed her buttocks, holding them in place as he bit into her flesh.
Loving the savage mauling she was getting, she moaned, bucked her hips, and cried out in passion as Maverick covered her ass and thighs with bite marks. His wedding band glimmered mockingly in my direction.
I wanted to shield my eyes from the depravity. I attempted to run out of the room, but I was transfixed. My husband, the father of our unborn child, was groaning in ecstasy as he sank his teeth into a strangerâs ass.
âMav.â I spoke his name in a quavering voice.
He didnât answer me. The way his body tensed and his refusal to respond informed me that my presence was an irritant. He was finally living out one of his twisted fantasies, and he was too caught up to stop and include me in what was supposed to be a ménage à trois.
He and the Russian whore were lost in their own world, completely oblivious or simply uncaring of the fact that I was standing in the bedroom gawking at them.
In shock and disbelief, I could hardly breathe. My voice came out in a choked whisper as I uttered his name, again. He continued to ignore me, and my body sagged against the wall.
I was near tears, but then I suddenly got mad. I became so enraged, I was about to leap on the bed and start fucking up both of them. I eyed the lamp on the nightstand, thinking about knocking Maverick over the head with it. Then I imagined myself yanking that skinny ho out of my bed and stomping the shit out of her.
On the verge of acting the damn fool, I had to remind myself that Maverick wasnât technically cheating. I had hired the prostitute that was writhing around in our bed.
My hands wouldnât stop shaking from the overwhelming urge to wring a bitchâs scrawny neck, so I tried to convince myself to get a grip and focus. I glanced at my watch and smiled with jubilation when I realized that the two hours Iâd paid for had elapsed. The bitch was working overtime and I wasnât having that.
I cleared my throat. âItâs time for Katya to go,â I said to Maverick, digging my nails into his shoulder as I tried to pull him off of the hooker. He was in a weird zone and was no longer behaving like a rational human being. Ignoring me, Maverick continued gnawing on her bony ass. Then he flipped her over and sank his teeth into her shaven pussy.
Apparently, getting her pussy lips ravaged was a major turn-on for Katya. âOh! Ooo! Maverick, baby. You bite the cunt so very good for me,â she purred in broken English.
âHer time is up, Mav. Get off of
Unable to look at the disgusting scene that was taking place right before my eyes, I found myself focusing on the floor, staring at my husbandâs shirt, his shoes, his tie. Clothing that was as familiar to me as my own attire. Yet, the man who had shed those clothes seemed like a total stranger to me.
Iâd always known my husband had unusual sexual desires, but I thought the fetishes he mentioned while in the throes of lovemaking were merely fantasiesâtwisted shit that heâd never act upon in real life.
But there he was on his hands and knees, his face pressed into Katyaâs buttocks.
It took a few moments for my brain to register what was going on. At first I thought he was burrowing his tongue deep into her asshole, and I gawked at him with my face crinkled in disgust.
Then I felt a huge wave of relief when I realized he was biting her butt cheek, not licking her ass. Had I stumbled upon my husband being in the midst of licking a dirty whoreâs ass, Iâd never be able to stomach kissing him again.
The escort service had charged an exorbitant sum of money for Katya to fuck and suck my husband and to eat my pussy afterward. But here she wasâdoing a lot extraâfacedown with her golden hair splayed out around the pillow, and her skinny ass tooted upward in Maverickâs face.
Using both hands, he palmed her buttocks, holding them in place as he bit into her flesh.
Loving the savage mauling she was getting, she moaned, bucked her hips, and cried out in passion as Maverick covered her ass and thighs with bite marks. His wedding band glimmered mockingly in my direction.
I wanted to shield my eyes from the depravity. I attempted to run out of the room, but I was transfixed. My husband, the father of our unborn child, was groaning in ecstasy as he sank his teeth into a strangerâs ass.
âMav.â I spoke his name in a quavering voice.
He didnât answer me. The way his body tensed and his refusal to respond informed me that my presence was an irritant. He was finally living out one of his twisted fantasies, and he was too caught up to stop and include me in what was supposed to be a ménage à trois.
He and the Russian whore were lost in their own world, completely oblivious or simply uncaring of the fact that I was standing in the bedroom gawking at them.
In shock and disbelief, I could hardly breathe. My voice came out in a choked whisper as I uttered his name, again. He continued to ignore me, and my body sagged against the wall.
I was near tears, but then I suddenly got mad. I became so enraged, I was about to leap on the bed and start fucking up both of them. I eyed the lamp on the nightstand, thinking about knocking Maverick over the head with it. Then I imagined myself yanking that skinny ho out of my bed and stomping the shit out of her.
On the verge of acting the damn fool, I had to remind myself that Maverick wasnât technically cheating. I had hired the prostitute that was writhing around in our bed.
My hands wouldnât stop shaking from the overwhelming urge to wring a bitchâs scrawny neck, so I tried to convince myself to get a grip and focus. I glanced at my watch and smiled with jubilation when I realized that the two hours Iâd paid for had elapsed. The bitch was working overtime and I wasnât having that.
I cleared my throat. âItâs time for Katya to go,â I said to Maverick, digging my nails into his shoulder as I tried to pull him off of the hooker. He was in a weird zone and was no longer behaving like a rational human being. Ignoring me, Maverick continued gnawing on her bony ass. Then he flipped her over and sank his teeth into her shaven pussy.
Apparently, getting her pussy lips ravaged was a major turn-on for Katya. âOh! Ooo! Maverick, baby. You bite the cunt so very good for me,â she purred in broken English.
âHer time is up, Mav. Get off of
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