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He might be incomplete but for Sandra she could see all her happiness in him. He was caring and loving. He would bear all her stupidness and never put blame on her for anything. This is what a woman wants. A woman can fell in love with a slave. She can choose a slave over a king if she is truly in love. You can not create boundaries in love. You can not create rules in love. Love makes it's own rule. And the first rule of love is... there are no rules. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. “Honestly I hate the term. I have read some of the books from before the illness and there was one genre that was about werewolves. Do you know what that is?” I nodded and she took that as her cue to continue. ” In these types of stories, the wives had a soulmate or mate who was the other half of their soul. In these stories, the mates were completely in love and they would do anything for each other. Nothing and no one would take the place of a mate.” She sighs and I see the pain in her eyes.

Lonely housewife discovers the world of submission. Enjoy.. ****** My first husband and I had a lot of hot sex during the first month we were dating: Nothing new or particularly exciting, just sex and lots of it. But then I got pregnant and since then, our sex life had deteriorated to the point of non-existence. I was unfulfilled emotionally as well. He was caught up in work and I was left taking care of the home, our daughter, and my job. Not a happy time, but I began to daydream of my lifelong fantasy of submission. I really wanted to fully submit to another's will over mine: To be controlled by another and to please them. And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else.

"My husband would love to have another woman come to bed with us. By the way, don't be surprised if Vicky comes over at some point." "What's her deal?" he asked. "She's married right?" "Yep," she replied. "She's married to a guy named Eric. From what I understand, she's one of those women that it's really hard to make have an orgasm," she explained. "The only one she's ever had, if she's to be believed, was from some guy in college who was about your size." "Wow!" he replied, unsure of what else to say. "So it's understandable that she's a little enamored of your situation," she said.

She simply continued walking, her steps steady, her posture composed, as if the touch had never happened. Adrian’s hand fell back to his side, fingers curling into a fist. “You didn’t think to tell me where you were going?” he asked, voice low. Elena didn’t move back. She didn’t soften either. “I didn’t think I needed to.” There was no challenge in the way she said it. No defiance. And somehow, that made it harder to respond to. Adrian’s jaw tightened slightly. “You’re my wife.” Elena held his gaze, steady and composed.

And Eric saw its tail start to wag. A small movement was hidden by his wife, who warmed herself in front of the fireplace with two lost, hurt souls by her side. She gave without profit, without seeking any purpose. Love is not in exchange but there is something inside her and she shares it generously. Every night he remained deep inside her body and held nothing back. The woman was his wife, a very annoying, self-righteous person who at the same time turned his life upside down and knocked him down, and he realized in the flickering firelight that he was in love with her. . 9.4

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

"I'm sorry… what?" "Yeah you heard me. It's the give and take method, you get to stay alive with my secret, my plans, with the process of being my wife… and not just 'a wife', the perfect loving wife anyone has ever seen…" What?...

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

As he filmed, Sandy lowered her face and began lapping her husband's jism from her friend's face. With sloppy sloshing sounds I began pounding my cum-drenched cock furiously as Sandy lapped and sucked at the ropes of her husband's cum. When she had collected all of the errant jism that she could find, she planted a kiss on my wife's mouth. As I watched the two women open their mouths and knew that my wife was tasting another guy's cum, my cock erupted again. I hammered away at it, pumping shot after shot of the thick jism up from my balls and all over my hand. It made no sense that I should find the thought of my loving faithful wife tasting somebody else's cum so erotic, but for whatever pe