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“I know exactly what I’m doing.” Ethan turned on him fully now, the papers still crushed in his hand. “You had no right to interfere in my marriage.” Damian’s gaze stayed level. “You stopped behaving like a husband long before I became involved.” “She’s still my wife!” “Then perhaps you should have remembered that before bringing your mistress into her life.” The words landed cleanly. Victoria’s shoulders tensed. Margaret made a small sound in her throat. Samuel remained seated, watching everything with an expression I could not read.

“Your husband is right down the hall. One loud moan and he walks in on his wife getting fucked like this. Is that what you want?” The words made me clench around him. He felt it and gave a low, dark breath of laughter before driving into me harder. My thighs trembled. The pillow grew damp under my mouth from the effort of staying quiet. Every stroke dragged against the sensitive spot inside me until the pressure built so fast I thought I might break the rule about noise whether I wanted to or not. The confession I had made — *I wish I got married to you instead* — kept echoing under every thrust, turning the sex into something heavier than simple revenge or lust.

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

Introduction: Husband devises plan to turn conservative wife into his slut. Read & Enjoy..... *************** My wife and I have been married for 15 years. My wife has kept her 5’6” 120lb body in great shape, especially for a 40-year-old mother of two. Her 34C tits are absolutely exquisite on her small frame. Our sex life has been conservative by Donna’s nature. As a schoolteacher she is very prim and proper and carries that attitude in to the bedroom. Donna does not seem to enjoy oral sex and prefers sex in the conventional manner. Her orgasms are few and far between. As we approached our 15th wedding anniversary I concocted a plan to awaken Donna’s sexual fire. I arranged for a mini getawa

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

“She should have gone ahead to have sex with her wife. Dressing room sex is hot. Now go on.” “You think so? I mean, the sex part.” I asked curiously. Maybe asking Jace this question was a bad idea but curiosity had me in a chokehold. “Well, that left her wife with a big orgasm that needed relief. When they got home, the wife went into the bathroom to ease herself but she happened to walk in on the wife doing that. The wife was unaware of the fact that hi—her wife had seen her. She went downstairs to give her wife some privacy but she was also turned on by seeing that.”

I wish I could have told her how sorry I was for making them feel that way. The silence brought me out of my thoughts and I looked up to find Storm’s eyes searching the crowd. Who was he looking for? “And lastly, before I close. I want to thank my wife. Some of you know her, she began working in the company a few weeks in the year. Wife, come up….” Storm trailed away and I was frowning then his words clicked and I gasped. I wasn't the only one. Everyone was shocked, whispers heard. No one thought he was married. I did not fail to notice how the ladies were nearly literally drooling at him but I was too depressed before to care. Now, I was just as shocked and confused. What was Storm doing?

“Try anything with her and I’ll personally inform your wife of your extracurricular activities.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re so boring. Speaking of my wife, I better go back in before she comes looking for me.” My eyes widened. His wife was in the hotel with him and he wanted to cheat on her. Were all men cheats? How hard was it to keep it in their pants? Was sex that amazing? I opened my mouth to say something but Saint shot me a dark look, telling me to keep my mouth shut. Huffing, I crossed my arms against my chest and the man’s eyes dropped to my breasts. I’d forgotten how much attention they brought to me.

Their last talk was a week ago, just about work stuff that he ended quickly. When did he stop seeing her as a woman and start seeing her as just another worker? The answer came: he never really saw her as a woman. Even that night five years ago—the night she planned, the night that ended his marriage—he was drunk, sad, and didn't even know what was happening. She took advantage of him when he was down, and instead of winning his heart, she became a reminder of the worst night of his life. Her phone rang, making her jump. For a second, she hoped it was Mikel, but it was her best friend Marina.

Our marriage was on the skids until my wife role-played her fantasy of being my Dominatrix My wife, Freya , and I had been married nearly ten years. We had been happy, our sex life had been good, and finances secure. But lately, the spark was gone. It used to be that when we had sex, it was exuberant, frenetic, sweaty, fuck-till-you-drop raunchy humping. Now, the sex was routine. It was the same thing every time, over and over. Nothing was new and it wasn’t exciting anymore.