Hi all…I received many letters from my readers who want to know my age, my marital status, a description of my appearance. You are interested in my stories, what is it, fantasy or in fact my experience in sex… I really am pleased with your curiosity, and I will try to satisfy it..My stories are part of my sexual life, plus part of my imagination ….
I am 34 years old, height 172 cm, weight 78 kg. Lush brunette with long curly hair. Breast 6 sizes.quite dense, tall and elastic. I have been married for 15 years. I love my husband very much and madly, he is three years younger than me, modest, kind, naive, and most importantly beautiful. In life, everything is fine with him, he earns normally, well, and me too.
There are two school children. I am very relaxed in terms of sex, I allow absolutely everything, I make a blowjob cool, I allow anal, I ask it myself to finish my mouth. And when we take the bath together, sometimes I indulge in a golden rain, I ask him to urinate on my face and chest. It excites us both. I am very flexible, and in everything I give in to him, because I feel to my beloved guilty, and try to make amends.
The fact is that my vice is that I have little one man. No, you don’t think, my beloved suits me in everything. I can’t even imagine life without my sweet bunny! And I’m terribly afraid to lose him. But what is happening to me is probably the disease. I am cheating on him at least twice a week, and I can’t understand whether he guesses something?
Once my husband and I went to a restaurant to celebrate our anniversary of my dating. I put on a black dress with a deep neckline, stockings and black little panties. Our mood was beautiful and we wanted to spend this evening unforgettable. We sat at the table. My husband undressed me, although not only he..Guys in the restaurant just stared at my boobs.
And so I was impatient in the ladies’ room . She was just below the hall, next to the stairs. The husband stayed at the table, and I went. Leaving the toilet, I saw that a man was leaving the next door and trying to fasten his fly, but apparently he had a castle and did not work. His cock fell out. Oh God, how huge he was! My uncle was embarrassed at the sight of me and blushed, I went up to him, ran her tongue around the lips, took him with one hand for his instrument, with the other, wrapping his bull’s neck carried under the stairs.
Once there, I fell to my knees and took his gun in my mouth and completely forgetting that my dear husband was waiting for me in the hall. His cock stood up instantly. I began to swallow him eagerly, not afraid to choke, rotating with my tongue, taking in my throat. He launched his hands under my dress, and began to crush my voluminous breasts. I hardly looked up from his club, raised the dress, came close, let the panties drive him right into the pussy. A man began to fuck me and not even three minutes passed, I finished.
And then I remembered that my dear is waiting for me in the restaurant hall, besides, we have the anniversary of our wedding. I released this huge dick out of myself, fell to my knees again, directing the trunk to my mouth instantly brought it to orgasm. Yeah, of course he finished like a horse, I just did not have time to swallow all his sperm, and she flowed from my chin to my chest. His loud puff almost fell on the growl, but I closed his mouth with my hand.
After that, I kissed him, again went into the toilet, washed down with a napkin, ran lipstick on her lips and returned to the hall with a cute smile. My kitten nervously drank cognac and smoked. I smiled guiltily, hugged him and sat down at the table. “I love you!,”- the beloved said with a response smile.
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the table where the male was sitting, which had a minute ago under the stairs, he sat in a male company, and also looked in my direction. This was one example. And there were many such cases. But no matter what I love my husband, my dawn, and my heart belongs only to him. And my vice fuel my feelings for him, most likely based on guilt.
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