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Brent then kissed the top of her foot, looking up at her, "Let me get you some wine."Ten minutes later Amanda's legs were spread wide on the living room couch, and her husband's face buried in between them. Amanda was rummaging her fingers through Brent's hair as he kissed her pussy, flicking his tongue up and down her clit."Mmm." Amanda whined, "Just like that baby."Brent loved going down on his wife, as Amanda's pussy was picture perfect femininity. It was plump, welcoming, and delicious, with a small patch of trimmed pubic hair that tickled his nose on occasion. As Brent kissed up and down her sex, he looked up at his wife. She was sipping on the glass of wine that he offered, completely relaxed and enjoying the moment. Her hips were gently swaying back and forward on the couch cushion, as she moved in rhythm to his tongue.Amanda looked down at her husband as he pleasured her. She couldn't help but notice how attentive Brent had been since he arrived home, and she wondered if D

"Yes." Amanda finally managed."God. Yes." She repeated, and then a beaming smile broke out on her face.She opened her eyes again, for the first time in what felt like hours. She looked up at Darius's handsome face, and noticed the intent look in his eyes. They were focused on pleasuring her. "Kiss me." She pleaded, adoring the sensations that this man was able to provide.Their lips met, tongues intertwining once again. Darius had just given her the best orgasm of her entire life.When Amanda fully recovered, they adjusted positions on his bed. Darius now wanting to take her from behind. "On your knees." He demanded, smiling. Amanda found herself becoming addicted to his dominance. 'Brent is never this assertive in bed.' She thought, wiggling her plump white rear in invitation. She then arched her head back, moaning, as she now felt Darius's big cock slowly penetrate her from behind. She gasped in pleasure, "My husband never fucks me from behind." Amanda realized, audibly."You need

It's hard to describe how I felt, the first time I saw it.Granted, my inhibitions had already been lowered. My husband had been pushing me to behave naughtily, fueling my arousal with cocktails and, insanely, his own desire to take me right there in our pool. Still, regardless of the wild afternoon I had experienced, the sight of Bob's gigantic penis awakened something in me, something I had subconsciously spent most of my life repressing.My husband is partially to blame for my newfound sexual wildness, although I suppose maybe 'blame' isn't the right word. Perhaps 'credit', is more apt. Steve had always been proud of me, lovingly building my sexual confidence slowly over our years together. He loved to encourage me to dress provocatively, to show off my curves. Slowly my walls came down, and my sexual confidence grew. I will always love the man for his pride in me, for his twisted and delightful perversions. It's hard not to feel guilty sometimes, though. As his wife maybe I should

He would grunt, my words stroking his ego while my pussy milked his massive cock.He looked into my eyes, and mine into his, both of us lost in our lust.I continued, whispering, "Your cock is so much bigger than his.""That little dick can't compete with me." He grunted, heavy balls slapping into my ass at a faster pace, our sweaty skin clinging to one another in heat.I kissed him, "Never. That little dick can't make me cum like you do."Maybe I was a horrible woman, an evil woman. I truly did love my husband, but I couldn't deny the Alpha in my bed, and part of me serving him, was serve to his ego. Worse, I too loved drawing attention to their contrast. It was basic human biology, and the man with the bigger sex organ was undoubtedly the one more worthy of mating with. It was perverted, naughty, role play, but in the moment it felt like nothing else mattered."Who's pussy is this?" Bob demanded."It's your pussy." I hissed. We kissed again, tongues swirling together in fiery passio

I couldn't believe it, I guess it was the alcohol talking, but Stacey actually began to describe the process. She showed Frank the various shots of herself, most of which she was half naked in. The tone her voice was changing, getting huskier, softer - as she described some of the sexier ones. Part of me wanted to get up and join them, but instead I stayed put, glancing back and forth between the TV and the two of them. If it wasn't for the alcohol I probably would have stopped it, or at least commented on it - but I just stayed put, feeling a tad nervous, and a tad aroused.A few more minutes had passed, I noticed that they had gotten quiet. I looked back at them, and nearly spit out my beer. Frank had an immense tent in his shorts, it was shockingly big. It was clear that he was fully erect from staring at the scantily clad shots of my wife. Stacey was looking right at it, and she couldn't help but comment "So I guess it's safe to assume you like my pictures." she looked at Frank, b