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My husband was a very dominant man when we first met. He sends me into a few more orgasms until I have to beg him to stop. He comes up, holding me close again, kissing me with his soaked face.
It was a trait I appriciatd in a man and one of the things about him I liked the most. I taste me, John and Dale on his lips, moaning into our kiss. Who would have thought I had any form of dominating features, that my husband was so submissive and I’d be cuckolding him?
I was shocked and confused, trying to think and figure out how he could possibly feel this way. Dale has done as I asked, but I can’t help but laugh. Copyright © All stories and audio recordings appearing on the Lush Stories web site by the Author Poppet are reserved.
He confessed to me that he was having submissive fantasies and that the thought of being dominated by a woman had become one of the hottest things he could imagine. All rights reserved © 2012 - 2016This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without prior permission by the Author Poppet.
I come back into the bedroom and see Dale, my husband, on his phone. He makes more than enough to take care of us, but I was raised to work for what I want. You don’t want to be late,” I grin, kissing on his ear lobe once more. Dale sits there for a moment, watching me before throwing the covers off of him. His breathing is a bit heavy as he tries to keep control of his excitement. I move around to his front and press against his chest. Dale is grinding against the chair, leaking so much pre-cum it looks like he had his own orgasm. I shudder, leaning into John as he keeps fucking me, not slowing down, even as my orgasm passes. I can’t help but smile, “You know very well you shouldn’t have told me this,” I tell him. It was and is sexy to walk around naked with him crawling behind me, wanting to touch, but knowing he can’t. * A year later, with me now firmly in the dominant role, I found myself wanted to explore even further. One of my favourite songs is on and I sign along to it. John has already started to quietly get undressed quietly get undressed. “I won’t get up, not until you say,” he says in his most submissive voice. I tremble, leaning back into it, wanting the treatment. At least, not this time,” I grin at John, who smiles at me, winking in agreement. I do want to do it again, many times to come,” Dale says. My husband has always told me how sexy it would be to see me being fucked by someone else. The day has just started and it is already a great one. When he finishes, he comes over to the bed where I pull him on top of me. I can see his cock thicken all the more and a tiny drip of pre-cum slipping down along his shaft. John’s hands move behind me, unclasping my bra before removing it all together. I’m rather enjoying the mystery of you not knowing who is about to be deep inside me.” “As you wish,” he says plaintively, knowing he will only be punished if he tries to push the matter. I suck deeply, gripping my lips tightly around him. He does it again and again, but on the other cheek, once, twice, thrice. “Now, now, remember who makes the rules,” I say, swatting playfully at his now limp prick. I haven’t yet told him what is going to happen I want it to be a surprise. Dale is well aware something is going to happen at some point today, butt he has no idea what. Going back downstairs, I grab one of the dining room chairs before going back up into the bedroom. ” “How the hell am I supposed to say no, seeing you like this? His eyes stop at my chest, where my breasts are peaking out a little too much. John isn’t as tall as Dale, but he still stands tops at over six feet. I’ve been so horny all day,” I whine and moan, followed by a giggle. That is when Dale notices something, or someone, is here. When he is happy with my tightness, he leans in and licks me through my knickers. John releases my knickers for a moment, only to yank them hard back up, pressing harshly against my clit. He hands them to me, where I take them and fling them towards Dale. Opening my lips with his fingertips, his tongue is hot and erotic against my swollen clit, which is aching for him. My first orgasm is strong, I grip the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white. His fingers find their way inside me, fucking me without mercy. He begins to writhe, twisting slightly, holding back his need to orgasm. He slowly begins to rock his hips, letting the head press in and probe me gently. I start to moan, watching him and with what John is doing to me. I’ve randomly surprised him like this before, adding new dimensions to our sex life that he has enjoyed. I think to myself that I might need to invest on a good proper chair for the upstairs. His build is a tad bit rounder than Dale, but with thick, broad shoulders. His blonde hair is strikingly beautiful, complimenting his brilliant blue eyes. A girl could get lost in them if she isn't careful. “I’m pretty sure that makes three of us, doll,” John smiles. His tongue lapping at my clit, through the thin fabric. Swirling, darting, lapping at my clit and pussy, he suckles delightfully at my soaking snatch. I quiver, sending myself into outer space, thrusting my hips upwards as John holds them down. Dale, all the while, is almost writhing in his seat, so much so I begin think he is going to erupt at any moment. He is breathing heavily, moaning with fear of coming. I softly whimper, feeling myself becoming all the more turned on. His mouth on my nipple, he sucks hard, thrusting into me without care. I encourage Dale to come, wanting to see how much seed he has built up from all the excitement.