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26/01/2010
I keep going to him. Twice a week. Sometimes it's for longer times, like on Mondays; other times it is short.
Last Friday: When husband leaves (kiss at our front door), I go. When I get there, it is simple. A kiss at the door. A walk to the bed. Undress. I climb onto and lie on the bed face-down and then he lies upon the length of me. I feel his penis, small in the crack of me, pointed down, and it grows, like one of those slow-motion pictures of a flower opening, it thickens, stiffens,STIFFENS,hard,Harder, down into the gap of my legs....No words: he urges me up to my knees, and pushes i,in,into me. I’m not wet enough and the friction makes it feel larger, he has to work his way in. Ew. Ow. Oh. Eventually inside, he stays, unmoving….Touching me. My back, my raised ass, and reaching for tit. My cunt adjusts to his presence.
After a time, I begin,begin to move against,against,against him, rolling my hips, slow, stirring the pot…..And then off of him, slow. Then back on again. 40+ forty minutes of this. of slow-motion fucking, sliding on and off of him, and then I’m wet, and it feels good, real good, and even luscious this slow,slow fucking, until we build, and I can hear the sliding, wet sounds of our fucking, and he’s fucking me back now, long strokes and then, and then, for ten, twelve or more strokes I am crazy, I am close, almost,almost there and then the Crescendo, the final Splash,Crash,Bash,mashing conclusion, sweet, noisy, shoot me dead conclusion.
When done, collapsed on the bed, he pulls out. Pulls on the pants. Puts on the shirt and tucks it in. "Gotta go," he says. I lie there. Sleep. Wake an hour later, dress, and leave.
m
FUCK MY WIFE!
Last Friday: When husband leaves (kiss at our front door), I go. When I get there, it is simple. A kiss at the door. A walk to the bed. Undress. I climb onto and lie on the bed face-down and then he lies upon the length of me. I feel his penis, small in the crack of me, pointed down, and it grows, like one of those slow-motion pictures of a flower opening, it thickens, stiffens,STIFFENS,hard,Harder, down into the gap of my legs....No words: he urges me up to my knees, and pushes i,in,into me. I’m not wet enough and the friction makes it feel larger, he has to work his way in. Ew. Ow. Oh. Eventually inside, he stays, unmoving….Touching me. My back, my raised ass, and reaching for tit. My cunt adjusts to his presence.
After a time, I begin,begin to move against,against,against him, rolling my hips, slow, stirring the pot…..And then off of him, slow. Then back on again. 40+ forty minutes of this. of slow-motion fucking, sliding on and off of him, and then I’m wet, and it feels good, real good, and even luscious this slow,slow fucking, until we build, and I can hear the sliding, wet sounds of our fucking, and he’s fucking me back now, long strokes and then, and then, for ten, twelve or more strokes I am crazy, I am close, almost,almost there and then the Crescendo, the final Splash,Crash,Bash,mashing conclusion, sweet, noisy, shoot me dead conclusion.
When done, collapsed on the bed, he pulls out. Pulls on the pants. Puts on the shirt and tucks it in. "Gotta go," he says. I lie there. Sleep. Wake an hour later, dress, and leave.
m
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