She hears the sound of the front door clicking shut as her husband leaves for the day. She had still been dreamily asleep as he got ready. He was considerate—so like him and performed his ablutions quietly so as not to wake her.
He planted a gentle, warm, passionate kiss in the crook of her neck, tenderly stroked her cheek and then lightly pulled her hair before leaving.
“Fuck you again later, slut wife,” his parting shot.
Their love is deep, and intense and fills her with the security of knowing she is cherished.
Now she’s alone again, she stirs and realises she’s aching deliciously all over with exhaustion from the antics of last night’s exertions and filthy wet sex. But despite this, her body is alive; tingling all over with the unbelievable exhilarating feelings, her whole being marked indelibly with the memories of the dirty filthy fucking.
Yes! Oh my God YES! She thinks of being fucked by those two gorgeous men, two men she adores, and how they brought her to such places of raw indescribable ecstasy; she struggles now to comprehend it really happened. Was it a dream?
She rolls over onto her back in their expansive double bed, sighing with a deep sense of satisfaction. The dark, rippled, satiny sheets feel soft, but cold against her skin where she stretches her legs out, luxuriating, taking up as much room as she pleases, now this space is hers for the day.
She gasps out loud, smiles to herself, imagining…
She’s overcome with thoughts of the delicious big dicks that impaled her; invaded her, pounded her until the small hours.
They have a successful open marriage. However, despite having had lots of amazing group sex experiences and threesomes with women, they had never had a fully intimate threesome sex with another man joining them in their boudoir.
A really hot man, yes, they chose well she thinks, as she closes her eyes, picturing his handsome face and begins rhythmically stroking herself over her clitoris with her right hand.
She arches her back and notices every muscle becoming taut and then releasing again as she sinks into these delectable sensations.
Her mounting pleasure and heat build as her fingers rub, strum, dare to probe her wetness.
She stops, presses her hand over her opening pussy lips, alternating the pressure, soft to hard, then lighter again, she can feel the engorgement of her slutty moist excitement, swelling right there under her hands.
She could make herself come in seconds—its promise is just moments away, but she wants to prolong this tease, draw out her wanting, explore herself slowly.
Jumping up out of bed, she runs to their shower, thrusting her body under the steaming hot...
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