Love when another man makes my wife squirt all over my side of the bed so I have to sleep in the wet spit. After I lick the his ni99er cum out of her pussy!
When my wife masturbates me she starts by clutching her hand above the head of my cock and very slowly and firmly slides her hand downward over the head and on down the shaft, squeezing it firmly to maximize the pleasurable sensations she's giving me.
When her hand reaches the base of my shaft, she releases the pressure of her hand and quickly slides her hand back up over the head where she reapplies her firm grip and begins her slow downward stroke over the head and down along the shaft.
With each down stroke she whispers in my ear her intentions by timing her strokes to the length of her sentence so that she reaches the base of my shaft at the same time she ends her sentence. It goes something like this:
She begins sliding her hand down over the head of my cock saying, "I told you it was from my bra strap. Why don't you believe me?"
Her hand is now at the base of my erection. She quickly slides her hand back up to the head and begins her firm downward stroke saying, "Do you think I'm sleeping around? Is that what you're accusing me of? Is that it?"
She brings her hand back up to the head of my cock and she pauses waiting for my reply. "No! I don't but I know that Warren is fucking you. I just know it."
She begins her slow downward stroke whispering, "Warren is my manager, nothing more but if you want to think of him as fucking me then you can."
She brings her hand back up and begins another down stroke saying, "You don't have any proof now do you?"
Before she begins another down stroke, she waits for my answer. Meekly I answer, "No."
She strokes down whispering, "Baby, if you have no proof then you must not say that."
She had a firm hold on my erection as she slowly stroked it, whispering, "You can think of Warren fucking me all you want but you must not ever say anything."
She slid her hand back up to the head and as her hand began pressing downward she said, "You must never speak of it. Always remain silent like a good trusting husband."
She did not want me to acknowledge that her boss was fucking her. If I would remain silent and not speak of it then we both could keep our self respect, our pride and dignity but I lost all of those attributes when she cuckold me.
She began to increase the rhythm of her stroking and my body responded by shaking uncontrollably. I cried out, "I'm going to cum!"
When she knows I'm about to ejaculate she cups her hand over the head of my cock and she massages just the head. This prevents me from shooting my semen all over the bed clothes and the warm sperm intensifies the sensations of her stroking hand.
As I'm ejaculating I hear her soft sensual voice, "Cum my baby. Cum for me. I'm a good wife. You love how I make you cum... That's it!! Cum for me... Easy babe... easy. Try not to thrash about so much. That's it. Cum some more... Now it's all out of you and you can now be at peace... Rest my baby... Be calm and rest...Now kiss me."
We kissed but I felt so ashamed so I said, "I'm so
When her hand reaches the base of my shaft, she releases the pressure of her hand and quickly slides her hand back up over the head where she reapplies her firm grip and begins her slow downward stroke over the head and down along the shaft.
With each down stroke she whispers in my ear her intentions by timing her strokes to the length of her sentence so that she reaches the base of my shaft at the same time she ends her sentence. It goes something like this:
She begins sliding her hand down over the head of my cock saying, "I told you it was from my bra strap. Why don't you believe me?"
Her hand is now at the base of my erection. She quickly slides her hand back up to the head and begins her firm downward stroke saying, "Do you think I'm sleeping around? Is that what you're accusing me of? Is that it?"
She brings her hand back up to the head of my cock and she pauses waiting for my reply. "No! I don't but I know that Warren is fucking you. I just know it."
She begins her slow downward stroke whispering, "Warren is my manager, nothing more but if you want to think of him as fucking me then you can."
She brings her hand back up and begins another down stroke saying, "You don't have any proof now do you?"
Before she begins another down stroke, she waits for my answer. Meekly I answer, "No."
She strokes down whispering, "Baby, if you have no proof then you must not say that."
She had a firm hold on my erection as she slowly stroked it, whispering, "You can think of Warren fucking me all you want but you must not ever say anything."
She slid her hand back up to the head and as her hand began pressing downward she said, "You must never speak of it. Always remain silent like a good trusting husband."
She did not want me to acknowledge that her boss was fucking her. If I would remain silent and not speak of it then we both could keep our self respect, our pride and dignity but I lost all of those attributes when she cuckold me.
She began to increase the rhythm of her stroking and my body responded by shaking uncontrollably. I cried out, "I'm going to cum!"
When she knows I'm about to ejaculate she cups her hand over the head of my cock and she massages just the head. This prevents me from shooting my semen all over the bed clothes and the warm sperm intensifies the sensations of her stroking hand.
As I'm ejaculating I hear her soft sensual voice, "Cum my baby. Cum for me. I'm a good wife. You love how I make you cum... That's it!! Cum for me... Easy babe... easy. Try not to thrash about so much. That's it. Cum some more... Now it's all out of you and you can now be at peace... Rest my baby... Be calm and rest...Now kiss me."
We kissed but I felt so ashamed so I said, "I'm so