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My heart was beating so fast and so hard, I thought it would explode. A part of me was frightened of all these new sensations, and the fact that I was experiencing them with a man who wasn’t my husband, and with whom I had just met the day before.  “Your body is magnificent,” he murmured in my ear.  “Thank you, Mr. Maxwell.”  He pulled down my knickers, going all the way to his knees. He looked up at me as he peeled them off my feet, one by one, offering me a playful smirk that gave me butterflies. Once I was completely unclothed, he sat up a bit, then ran his hands along my swollen belly, planting kisses along my flesh that made me feel like a queen.      “I’ve always loved the sight of a woman with child. The way her belly looks, and those full breasts…” His fingers toyed with my nipples, and I pulled in a rush of air. “You like that, don’t you?”      “Yes,” I muttered. “Yes, I do.”      This was all

“I’m all ears.” I responded. My ears itching to hear what he had to say.     “Well, it's pretty simple, really. I’d like to own you outright. For good. Twenty-four-seven.”      I paused, waiting for him to say he was only joking. But Mr. Maxwell did not look as though he were trying to be funny at all.      “You mean twenty-four-seven on the weekends, right?” I asked, smirking up at him.      He shook his head and ran a hand over the swell of my hip. “No, not on the weekends. I mean that I want you here with me, sharing my bed and doing what I want all the time.”      My eyes lifted. I had just reminded him that I was married. How in the world could he possibly think something like this was doable? Plus, he couldn’t really own me like a horse or a piece of chattel. Nor could he own me the way men used to own slaves. This must have been a fantasy of his.      “What about Daddy—my husband, I mean.” I almost slipped

After leaning forward, he cupped my breasts and sucked one of my nipples past his lips. I felt the stream of fluid jetting from my bud almost instantaneously. A moan of pleasure rumbled up his throat. He did always enjoy drinking me—something that turned me on immensely.      His cock bounced against my cheeks, and I sat up a little to let the head penetrate my opening.      “Wait … I want something different tonight.” His voice, grumbly and lust-filled, made my heart flutter.      “What, Master?”      “Lie down on your side for me.”      Feeling excited, I did as he asked, arching my back to give him easy access to my pussy.      But it wasn’t my pussy he was after.      He lay down behind me and began kissing my shoulder as his hand cupped between my legs. He smeared my juices everywhere—juices that were mostly composed of my husband’s seed.      He smeared them up to my bottom, inserting a finger past

"Tate, turn off the video game and get your things packed, darling. We're leaving for the reunion in thirty minutes!" his mom Amber announced. It was Tate's most dreaded time of year. The annual family reunion at the Pinecone Campground in the mountains. The only relative close to his age was his cousin Chuck and the two of them rarely spoke. "I'm eighteen now. Can't I just stay home this year?" he asked his mom, while shutting off his game. Amber glared at him from his doorway. "No, you can't stay home. The family wants to see you, baby. You'll have a great time, I guarantee it." Amber was a beautiful brunette, with a luscious hourglass figure. Tate's eyes were drawn to the mountainous tits ballooning out from beneath her blouse. He could even see the protrusions of her fat nipples through the fabric. It seemed like all his female family members had heavy breasts, which were always such objects of fascination through his teenage years. Since reaching pub

As with every reunion, there were a lot of younger kids running around and the dads were busy setting up tents and drinking beer. "What's up, cousin?!" A boy close to Tate's age asked, holding a couple fishing poles. It was his cousin, Chuck. "Hey, Chuck!" Tate replied. "I was just headed over to the river to do some fishing. Wanna join?" "I should probably get my tent set up." "Your father will get your tent up, darling," his mom chimed in, "just go have a good time." Tate and Chuck made ssmal-talk as they walked over to the riverbank, then cast out their lines. "So…you finally turned 18, huh?" Chuck asked. "Yeah, about a month ago." "You must be psyched to be getting all that mommy-meat this year." Tate fed him a confused look. "Mommy-meat?" he asked. "Yeah, a Tent full of mommy meat. It's a tradition that happens when a male family member turns 18." "I've never he