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Drama in the vanilla world kept me off line for a bit, so I’ll have a lot to catch up on as time permits. For now, I’ll start with this morning, since I’ve gotten wet every time I’ve thought of it all day!
First though, some background: two days ago, I stood in line at a store behind a woman who immediately caught my eye. She was tall, slender, and wearing black head-to-toe- black cropped jacket over a black tank top with black jeans and boots with silver studs on the toes and heels. Her nails, too, were black, but her hair was dyed dark red and pulled back in a long, straight ponytail. When she turned around, I noticed she was quite beautiful in a classic, Eastern European sort of way- in a word, stunning. When she took off her jacket, I saw tattoos on her upper arms and couldn’t help but be drawn to her larger than expected tits and slim waist- I was attracted to her. I also knew my husband would be attracted to her, and texted him right away. I wanted to know if punk girls like her were as much fun in bed as they look like they’d be– he said yes, the crazier the better. The idea of him in bed with this girl turned me on for some reason- not that I have any desire to share my prize, but just the idea.
So, this morning, I was woken being gently kissed, and before I knew it, I had my husband’s rock hard cock in my hand, stroking its full length. While he played with my clit, he whispered in my ear “tell me more about the punk girl”, and made me recount my deepest thoughts and desires. As I got wetter and wetter, he pulled me on top of him and let me cum while I rode him hard. I was so turned on!
After my second orgasm, he rolled me over and got behind me, fingering my swollen pussy with one, then two then three fingers. He fucked me again, pounding me urgently while fingering my ass, and told me to cum like a slut, which I gladly did. He slid out of me and put my legs together, sitting on my calves. He then began stretching my pussy, making me squirm uncontrollably. By the time he let me spread my legs, he was able to slide his entire fist into my swollen, dripping wet pussy with ease.
While he fisted me forcefully, he stroked his cock harder and as I came on his fist, he shot his load over my tits and neck, leaving me panting for air. I suspect that thoughts of my punk girl may crop up again in future, but for now, I’m a happy girl!