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“I can’t make it home. I need to lick it now.” Before I know what he’s going to do, my unpredictable husband pulls the SUV off the road into a wooded area, parking out of view of the road. He’s out in a flash, dragging me from the passenger side and hustling me toward the back seat. I know what my husband wants. To use his tongue to pleasure me. Over and over. Until I’m a mess who can’t string a sentence together. It’s his favorite pastime. But maybe I want to give him more than one gift for his birthday. I’m allowed, aren’t I?

Look at the way your body is responding to mine. With a hard tug, I pulled the front of her dress down to reveal her hard, pebbled nipples standing to attention, begging for my mouth. 'You want me as much as I want you.' I stated, bending my head and taking one of those delicious puckered nubs into my mouth, sucking it hard, then biting it, not too hard, but enough to make her cry out with pleasure. My sexy little wife loved to be dominated, and tonight I was going to be relentless, making her see what I could give her. With my free hand, I stroked up her thigh until I reached what my hard cock was craving, and she was dripping wet for me.

"Alright, darling. But maybe it will help if I give you some positive reinforcement." Her husband's face lit up when she walked over to his chair and straddled his lap. She reached down and unzipped his pants, eagerly liberating his fully aroused cock. Draping her skirt around them, she lowered her pussy onto the head of his cock. She was already so wet it took little effort before she had all of Bob's shaft embedded inside her juicy hole. "Looks like your cousin's getting sloppy seconds for Christmas," Bob chuckled as his wife began to ride his cock.

“To your bedroom. I want you on the bed you share with my son.” The words sent a fresh rush of heat through my core. I was depraved for this—my father-in-law, Mark’s dad, about to ruin me in the marital bed. And I loved it. He followed me up the stairs, one hand on my ass, squeezing possessively. When we reached the bedroom he pushed me inside, closed the door, and locked it. “Lay on your back,” he ordered. “Spread your legs wide with the pillow under your hips. I want that pussy angled up so that nothing escapes.”

Places deep down I knew my husband couldn't, or wouldn't take me. We'll sometimes sit on a beach, where he fondles my body and it sends shivers of pleasure down my spine as I feel his hands caressing y soft, warm ass cheeks, softly caressing while his fingers probe down along the wet slit of my pussy, dipping into me as I feel his thick fingers working like smaller versions of his cock in me, my inner muscles squeezing and pulling on him as I bite my bottom lip while his other hand pinches and teases my nipples. One of my favorite places to be toyed with by anyone, with him showing me all of my hidden desires.

I've been doing hundreds of ways to warm him up yet he was adamant in placing up his walls. This husband of mine! He was fulfilling his promise of being a good husband by dining together at night and making love afterwards. Not that I'm complaining with our sexual activities because he made it his mission to tire me that I can no longer ask him trivial questions. I would always end up passing put from the rounds of sex that we had or he'll cut me off before I can talk to him. When I wake up in the morning, he'll tire me again by making love in the shower that I'll always need a minute to breathe and stretch my own muscles.

Tristan said, his voice dropping lower as he led me up the elegant staircase with its iron railings, "is the master bedroom where I'll make love to my wife every night." I laughed, heat flooding my cheeks even though we were married and I was literally carrying his child. "Every night?" "Every night," he confirmed, pulling me close once we reached the landing. "Maybe twice a night. Three times if I'm feeling particularly energetic." "Ambitious," I said, but I was already tilting my face up for his kiss. He obliged, kissing me slowly, thoroughly, like we had all the time in the world. His hands settled on my hips, pulling me against him, and I could feel his desire even through our clothes.

I gasped, threading my fingers through his thick black hair and pulling him closer. He worked me skillfully, knowing my body from months of exploration, but tonight was different. Tonight, I dictated the pace. “Slower,” I breathed, grinding against his face. “Tease my clit.” He complied, circling the swollen nub with the tip of his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. I moaned, my head falling back as I rode his mouth, my hips bucking gently. The wet sounds of his devotion filled the room, mingling with my escalating whimpers. “That’s it… my good husband. Worship your wife’s pussy.”

Men usually have far more needs than you do. [Pleasing him is never wrong, especially if you break routines and break through yourself in visible ways—he’ll definitely go crazy.] Please him?! Just seeing those words made Rachel’s face burn. But she felt the person might actually have a point. She searched again in the browser: how to please your husband? A flood of similar posts appeared. It seemed many women, like her, were troubled by the same issue. She opened the pinned post. A reply with over a hundred thousand likes said: [Be a little bolder… get close to him, tease him intentionally or unintentionally. When you’re doing it, say things that stimulate him—the dirtier the better, like fu

That’s exactly how you look when I pull out slow just to watch you try to suck me back in. Imagine that’s my cock stretching you open while your husband’s asleep upstairs. Imagine the weight of me on your back, my hand over your mouth, my voice growling “quiet, baby” while I split you open on your own marital sheets. Faster, baby. I want to hear how wet you are. Fuck yourself like I fuck you when I sneak in at 2 a.m., when I pin you face-down on your own bed and make you bite the pillow so he doesn’t wake up.