Wild request

It shouldn’t have happened, it shouldn’t have happened, but I just blamed myself and what it would do to my life. It was my 25th birthday, and for some reason, this one hit me really hard. I was happily married, my husband was great with me, and we both had good jobs. I guess everything went so well that I didn’t know what it would be like not to give things to me like I asked them to. A few weeks after my birthday, I was in a real ditch and I couldn’t get myself out. Even my husband Wayne saw that I wasn’t myself and he asked if it was something he did that upset me. I felt bad for him because he had nothing to do with my feelings. I don’t know if it was hormones or what, but I wasn’t happy with my life, but I knew everything in my life was as good as I could. Nothing in my life could prepare me for the wild trip I wanted to take, because I thought I had problems that weren’t even there.

I really worked myself in a hole when I stopped doing everything. I had a good girlfriend and finally told her how I felt about everything. Of course I could talk to a friend about my most inner thoughts, but not my husband, how stupid was that when he cared about me as much as he did. It didn’t take long before my conversation with my girlfriend changed to sex. I thought I was happy, but my girlfriend doubted if that wasn’t what was behind all my emotions and problems since there was no other reason. We really started talking about our boys. She was married and had a daughter for two years. She told me she got a little depression, but her husband cured her in just a short night. I asked my girlfriend how he did it, but first she didn’t want to talk about it. We finally pulled that chat session apart, and I was wondering if sex was really my problem. As confused as I was, suddenly I didn’t know anything. Sex was okay with my husband, but it’s been soothing for five years. The conversation with my best friend made me think if that was really the problem.

I kept thinking about what my girlfriend told me that her husband pulled her out of her depression or emotionally low, whatever you wanted to call it. I kept wondering how he did it for her. The next day I called my girlfriend and told her we needed to talk a little more. It took me over an hour to get it out of her, I think she was ashamed of her husband’s solution. I listened to my best friend who told me one night that she was really in the trash and her husband was sick of it. He had held her wild mood swings for about six months, and just like mine, they came out of nowhere. I listened when my girlfriend told me how her husband dragged her into the bedroom, stripped her naked when she yelled at him, slapped her bare ass with his hands until she cried so hard she couldn’t see her eyes. First it sounded awful and I understood why she didn’t want to tell me. But then she went to tell me how her husband gave her buttock cookie until she was all fluid and pulled her up and left her the most sexual clothes she had in her closet. Things she hadn’t worn for years. The outfit was his favorite, and, of course, it was the first one who was short-circuited by my girlfriend.

When her husband pulled her to the front door, my girlfriend put another fight or resistance and her husband dragged her to the bank and said she could leave him, or she could get used to beating her up like a spoiled brat. When I listened, my girlfriend got red like she told me it changed their lives. They both had a great time and her husband bought her so many things to make her feel better. As weird as my girlfriend told me it sounded, she gets a hit at least twice a month, and when it’s over, she feels much better and spoils her husband’s death and spends a lot more time with her. It was a weird story, and I didn’t think that was my solution. We talked for 30 minutes, and we could finally go our separate ways. My girlfriend made me promise not to tell anyone about what she told me and she kept me around and told me how extreme it sounded, if I really wanted to enjoy things, at least I should try it sometime. When I left, I heard my girlfriend screaming, “You remember, just try to see it when it helps.”

I drove away when I knew I would never do it. No one had hit me since I was 10 years old. It wasn’t my thing, and I knew it wasn’t my husbands. About a week, it just got worse. I was actually about to visit a psychiatrist or some kind of doctor to see. Which made me feel that way. Before I called to make an appointment, I started to think what my girlfriend said. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try. How do you approach your husband with such a thing? It was all I could think about for the next few days. One night before we went to bed, I hugged Wayne and tried to start a serious conversation with him. I could see he was tired, but at least he listened to me when I spoke. I don’t know how I did it, but I came out and told him the reason I was so low was because I got everything I wanted and I always got my way. I could still hear Wayne laughing when he said something like that. “So some news in that.” The conversation didn’t go as I hoped.

I was talking about the things I wanted to say. Wayne finally said he had to sleep so he wouldn’t be a zombie tomorrow. It was now or never, and I had to take this off my chest. Now that he was lying there quietly beside me, I told my husband that it would help if he punished me a little bit if I got too bossy or asked too much. Wayne didn’t even open an eye. I asked him if he heard me and he shook his head yes. He was just ready to go to bed and didn’t think I meant anything. I shaked him and waited for him to open his eyes. When he looked me right in the face, I told him I wanted him to give me a whiskey once or twice if he wanted me to. In that case, my husband knew I was serious. He lifted up and asked what this was about. I didn’t want to break my word to my girlfriend, I just told Wayne that it was something I always wanted him to do once, and now I told him my deepest feelings in the hope that he would do something about it. I saw the surprised look in my husband’s face.

Wayne jumped up and fast pulled me over his lap. He thought I wanted it now, and it was a foreplay for sex. He barely hit my bottom and it didn’t do anything for me. He hit me so soft that I could barely feel it. I realized when he didn’t understand what I asked him. I let him stop playing, and then he pulled me up and asked me how that was. I started crying that my emotions were so crazy. He understood right away that it wasn’t what I was talking about. He really had to calm me down when with tears in my eyes and feel as embarrassed as I could, I told my husband I wanted him to surprise me a day or night. Once I said no or said I didn’t want to do anything, or when he thought I deserved it, I wanted him to be my bare ass. As hard as he could beat until I cried for three or four minutes and only after I had to stop him. After I got the words out, I cried again because I let myself say all these things to my husband. I felt so low that I had to reveal. What I wanted him to do as I did. I knew my girlfriend never asked for it, she just got it. For me, I had to beg my husband. To do it and explain exactly what I wanted him to do.

Wayne asked me if I was serious and why I would want him to do something like that. I told him I felt the blues and I was gonna get professional help if something didn’t change fast. I looked at Wayne and begged him to do this for me without asking too many questions. I told him there was a chance that this was exactly what I needed to make my life normal again. I knew Wayne thought it was weird, but he shook his head and told me to tell him when. I yelled at him that you didn’t have to decide and you have to choose the time and place. You gotta be serious. You need to get me off the guard and you have to do it, whatever I say to stop you. I looked at Wayne and told him that I gave him my full permission to do this whenever he wanted and he didn’t want to stop. What I said. He was shocked again, but I wanted to try this last, no matter how unusual it sounded. I had gone so far with it, now I wanted it to happen. I kept telling myself I didn’t want it on my data that I needed to talk to a psychiatrist. I calmly did my way of sleeping after our conversation. I was really embarrassed and I didn’t know if my husband would actually do it or not. I had to break out of my depression and I wanted to try everything. I trusted my girlfriend and if it worked for her, who knows. I was so desperate to get my life back on track. This was the first time in my life that I had a real case of the blues and I took it too seriously.

It was two nights later. I didn’t know my husband was talking to his friend next door like I talked to my girlfriend. Our neighbor Simon listened to my husband, told him about my request to be beaten, and he was as surprised as my husband. I just didn’t seem the type. They talked about me for an hour and it was my neighbour who invented a plan for my first pancake. He told my husband to buy me a small bikini, something with a lot of rope and not a lot of material. Then bring it home and let me wear it in the pool. My husband thought about it, but he said I’d probably do it because nobody else was with me. When our friendly neighbour told me to get to the pool first, and maybe he and Wayne can go swimming when Wayne came out of the pool, come find me and show me the new bikini and let me swim it out.

Wayne laughed and said I wouldn’t. That was when Simon spoke and said, Wayne only thought about this for a few seconds and held his hand up and the two guys hit each other. There were so many things my husband could give me, but he let our neighbor, his best friend, make this crazy plan up. Our neighbour was pretty good off because he owned his own company that cleaned up business depots that stopped 10 or 15 people. He made so much money he went to work alone when he wanted to. He went through her friends like they were a dozen, most of them really cute and much younger than he was. It didn’t hurt that he was very cute and cuffed to the max. He spent a lot of time with suns and working in the gym. Of course he was almost 40 and started slowing down. He was about 15 years older than I was and about 12 years older than my husband. They were closest to friends, and we’d be together at least once or twice a week.

I was hoping one day my husband would get up and do what I asked him to do, but I didn’t expect it to be at our house. It was the next day, I came home from work and Wayne and our neighbor were swimming in the pool. I said hello to both and went to the kitchen and started eating some things. Then Wayne came into a towel and he said he wanted me to come into the pool for an hour. I certainly wasn’t in the mood for that, not after working all day and cooking now. I’ve only worked three days a week, but when I did, I usually came home very tired. Because I don’t pass so much in every day. I didn’t think twice about saying it. “NOT TONY, you and SIMON have your fun.”

I didn’t even see Wayne run over to where I was right now. He pulled my arm and pulled me into the bedroom. I was so shocked if I’d ever been. Then it hit me. I told him no. Damn, I wasn’t sure I was ready for this. He got me into the room and opened a drawer and pulled the smallest bikini I’d ever seen. He looked at me and said, put this on and come swimming with him and Simon. I was completely speechless and finally said I’d come swimming, but I wouldn’t wear that suit for his friend. It happened the way I asked my husband to let it happen. He grabbed me rough and treated me like he was really upset. I didn’t fight because I knew why he acted like that. He made me undress in about 45 seconds. He pulled me naked on his knee and I begged him to close the bedroom door. His friend Simon would hear everything in the pool if he didn’t. I was a little upset back then. Wayne didn’t do what I said and the bedroom door stayed open with me all naked on our bed.

It was like Wayne was another man I was dating, but really didn’t know. He told me tonight wasn’t about me, it was about him and his best friend. I was bent over my husband’s knee when that first hard blow landed square in my ass, and I knew right away I didn’t want another one. I started kicking and saying “Okay, no more.” I was only beaten once, but very hard. Wayne held my hands behind my back and even when I tried to kick, he really started hitting me. He would do anything I asked him, no matter how much I begged him to stop. After the fifth hard blow, my ass was red and I cried pretty well because Wayne didn’t want to hear a word I said. It had to be a minute or so that I started crying so hard that even our neighbor could hear me when he was in the pool. I’d never felt anything like the hard buttock cookie my husband gave me at my own request. I kept wondering how my girlfriend could say this and helped her depression. I made so much noise that I knew Simon had to hear me, that all I had to do was cry harder for my husband to stop.

I think I got a beating about four minutes. I don’t know how many times my husband’s hand fell off my cheeks. I could barely talk when I said what most girls would say, “PLEASE DONK don’t hit me anymore, I do what you want.” My ass was bright red when Wayne stopped crying. I saw him pull the little suit into my legs, and then I saw it was a small bikini bottom. I cried, but somehow I got a “DON Make me this” out of my mouth. The minute my husband got it on my waist, he turned me around his knee and the next four hits on my blue cheeks, it felt like he had needles in his hands and he shoved them in my back. It took four hard blows to shout. “I’ll carry it, I’ll carry it for you.” He got me confused, and I knew he’d never treated me this rough in my whole life. He let me get up and adjust my little bottoms and put my little top on those two little pieces of material to cover my breasts and that’s it. I was still crying when he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of the bedroom. I didn’t see it, but he laughed. Never thought he’d treat me like that, and right away, he knew it was something very different for him. He didn’t have to worry about what I said because I gave him permission to ignore it. It was perfect for him and I paid the price to tell you what I did.

I tried to stop my tears before we got to the back door. When we walked through the glass door, I saw Simon look at my little bikini. He had a very big and happy smile when my husband walked me into the shallow end of the pool. I had tears in my face. When the water hit my bright blue ass, I left a scream and I jumped up to try to get away. My hand was pulled up and the next step sent my ass completely underwater. It hurt about five seconds, then suddenly it was a cool lotion that was added to my very painful ass. It felt really good with the water around me. The boys spoke when I was in the water with them. About five minutes later, my husband asked his friend if he wanted a beer. He brought me back to the ladder and told me to get three beers out of the kitchen. I gave him that big pouty look that made him know I didn’t want to do it. He gave me a look and asked me to go back to the bedroom. I walked out of the pool on my own power and both Wayne and Simon stared at my bright red ass while it floated in the cold air when I grabbed their beer. I was thinking of running to the bedroom and locking the door, but then it was all my fault that this ever happened. I tried to pull myself back together. When I reached the fridge and got three cold beers. I also adjusted my little suit to hide as much from my body as possible, but it was as much as possible.

I brought back the three beers and got in the pool and for 30 minutes, we drank our beer while I listened to the two guys talking about sports. Finally, Wayne said we were going to our bedroom for a little bit of fun, and I was run out of the pool and told our neighbor to say good night. I felt so embarrassed in the little outfit and I was led around like I was my husband. We went to the bedroom and I started crying and asked my husband how he could have let me do that for his best friend. I felt my body lifted and knew right away I should have kept my mouth shut. I felt that the little bottoms of my body were ripping, and when I kicked my feet, my husband let go with three or four hard punches in my ass. They stabbed worse so far. I started crying again and after five hits, my husband put me on the bed and pushed his lips to mine. At first, I didn’t move a muscle, but when his tongue was pushed into mine, and I felt he dragged my feet high in the sky around his back, my whole body got tense that he’d fuck me in a way he never had. I could tell Wayne I hadn’t seen him since. We started dating six years ago when we were in college.

I could feel the speed of juice when they flew out of my body and hid the sides of my legs with my warm smooth fluids. I was still kissed when my husband was working on my bikini top to get it off me. I threw my little top on the ground a few seconds later. He pulled my legs higher and pulled on me so my thighs were resting on his shoulders right now. I’d never pushed back that far. He pushed me in and started fucking me hard and hard while he kissed me and felt my boobs with his hands. He was so excited that there was nothing he did. I knew I wouldn’t have stopped him. I really started kissing him, and I felt a soft blow to my ass when I said the words. “move that ASSS” heard coming from Wayne’s lips. This was a new sex I’d never been partnered with. For my surprise, I wanted it to go on and my ass started moving as much as I could to make it move in the bow about where I found myself right now.

My husband fucked me about two minutes and pulled his slime over my stomach. He pulled down, but he kept my legs up. He started licking my pussy and crawling in a minute. I came round and I came so hard it took my breath. We didn’t tell each other for three minutes, and then my husband picked me up and we took a nice shower together. He came out and flattened me on the bed and rubbed over my body slowly. He concentrated a lot on my red ass, and it still hurt, but I had other things I was thinking about right now. He helped me in a little nightgown and he took me to the living room and left me on the couch. He told me not to move a muscle and I laughed when I said yes, laugh. I saw my husband cook something to eat. He brought me a nice stiff drink and made a nice dinner. It was at dinner we really started talking about everything that happened this night.

I smiled and told him I still couldn’t believe I was wearing that little suit for our neighbor. He looked at me and asked me if it was worth it or not. I had to think about it. I reached out to him and kissed him and told him I’d remember a lot of years this night. He said something that really made me think. He asked me a question, “Do you still want something like this or two weeks or not?” I gave it about ten seconds of thinking, shook my head yes and said something like “What about a week”? We made our little deal and that was that. After we ate some TV, my husband wore me to bed and stripped me naked before he jumped next to me. We kissed like we hadn’t done years. Right before we were ready to sleep, he asked how my depression went. My eyes were up and I asked him back. “White DEPRESSION”? I couldn’t sleep thinking about everything and how amazing it seemed. I lived with another man tonight, and I knew it. I also knew my best friend was right about how something wild and otherwise your whole view could change. I felt great and couldn’t wait to talk to her at work tomorrow. When I fell asleep, I dreamed about the episode, and when I woke up, I was all wet between my legs. I haven’t had an erotic dream in years.

About five days was fantastic going home every night. We cooked together and we talked about things at work and stuff. It felt like I could go home so much, even if nothing had changed. It was a Saturday and Wayne was buying things to fix the garden, at least that’s what he told me. I couldn’t know that he and I hadn’t. Simon together was planning my next episode, and why would I fight the most? Wayne really knew I had to do something I didn’t want to do. The bikini was great for the first night, but that wouldn’t work. Every week he’d need something else so I could really fight and Wayne could give me spank until I gave it to him. He never had that much fun with me when I did everything he wanted last night. I never guessed, but every little thing we did, Wayne told his best friend. So far, it was Simon who told my husband all the wild sex stories with the other girls who would date him because he had so much money. Finally, my husband had something to brag about, and he didn’t leave a detail when the two guys talked about how great I looked in the little bikini a few nights ago. All week was exciting for Wayne, and now they’re trying to figure out their next move with me. I wouldn’t find out for a few long days that every time I got buttock, our friendly neighbour would be around the corner waiting for my husband to get me out of the bedroom. Simon had talked to my husband and convinced him that it would be something I would hate, and that’s why I’d be a bigger fight if it was just the two of us. Simon and Wayne were best friends for over three years. I liked Simon, but he was way older than us. I also knew he was a ladies man and went through his girlfriends like he didn’t care. I didn’t stop that from him, it was the fact that he was my husband’s best friend, not mine. Most of the friends were from work, and I’d see them the three days a week I’ve worked normally.

That day the boys were at the mall and none of them could think of what they could buy for me. The bikini I wore was the smallest they’d ever found. At Simon’s suggestion, they went straight to one of the fancy ladies’ stores where he had a lot of clothes for some of his wild girlfriends. The store was full of naughty little Lacey clothes and all sexy short outfits. When they started looking, it was my husband who saw a lacey little pink teddy outfit this time and Simon asked how he thought it would look like my cute 25-year-old body. Like most things in the store, it was way too small and too revealing. Simon went looking for a saleswoman and told her that the guys who wanted the whole outfit in the window were at the door. The lady brought a little pink teddy, a few skinny pink slips with a bright red bow on it, then she asked my husband if he needed stock or shoes. My husband didn’t know anything about what he bought, it was. Simon who said that SURE and the salesman brought them a sexy pink thigh and a few different red heels to unload the outfit. Wayne picked a nice pair of red heels I’d probably like. Then his friend pointed to the high red heels and smiled while he was smiling. He said I wouldn’t like to wear it for a few hours. Simon told my husband how he bought big shoes for his friends and they complained all the time, but they wore them out for him so they wouldn’t hurt his feelings. At first, my husband didn’t see it, when his eyes light up, and he said she’d eat these scarves, we’ll catch them!

The outfit cost $95,00, but my husband didn’t care. While they left the mall, both men talked about how this would take place tonight. At exactly 8:00, Wayne’s friend came by and they sat on the couch and started talking. At 8:15, my husband took me to the bedroom. He showed me my clothes I’d wear to cook him and our neighbor a big load of popcorn to watch the 9:00 soccer game on TV. They both knew I’d call murder and push things in a direction I didn’t want them to go. I wanted my husband to be firm, but I never gave him any boundaries. Because I’d never done anything like that before. Tonight would be a real eye opener for anyone involved. So far, Simon always thought I was such a woman, happily married and not looking for a wild excitement. After listening to what my husband told him, he knew that was not true at all. One of my husband came home from the mall, I started cooking around 5:30 and cleaning up everything and back at the house at 6:30. I was messing around in the bedroom when the doorbell called and I heard. Simon’s loud voice at the door. I heard both boys laughing very loudly, and that sent me to the living room where both the guys on TV were watching a sports show. I went back to what I did and didn’t think tonight. One of those special nights I told my husband he could have.

My husband came back, but didn’t close the bedroom door. I wasn’t worried until he reached under the bed and took out some packages. My heart rate tripped and I had no doubt that anything would happen tonight. My eyes became big and wide, just like when I saw the little bikini a week ago. This time on the bed was a sexy teddy with a few extras, including a few red heels that had to be about four centimeters high in the back. I’d never turned a heel before. After Wayne took everything out of the package, he pulled me to bed and started untieing my tops and pants. I looked at him and I remembered his friend in the living room. I looked at him and asked him as kind as I could, what I do with this two night. Wayne didn’t say a word when he pulled me out of my shirt and lifted my legs out of my pants. I started shaking and trying to say nice things without getting in trouble like my husband wanted. I asked again what Wayne expected me to do with this outfit on the bed. In the next few seconds, my worse fears came to reality. I heard Wayne say he wanted me to make popcorn for him and his friend so they could watch the soccer game with some snacks. He told me this is my new one. POPCORN MAKING outFIT was for every game to the end of soccer season.

I felt Wayne pulled my panties in my legs and seconds later, I panicked. I begged him not to do this, not with our neighbor in the house. I tried to get him to take my little bikini and I’d wear that for them, but not this little excuse for a sex doll outfit. I saw him lift the baby puppet box, and as he knew, something would have happened. I couldn’t let this happen, it went way too far. I pushed the outfit away and demanded Wayne think I had to do something else. I fought him pretty hard when he put me in position to punch my naked ass. I didn’t give him an easy time and he knew. When he had my hands behind my back, I couldn’t fight him anymore. Then I pulled over in surprise when his hand landed on my bare butt and the doll sounded like a bottle of Champaign being opened. The first few slaps of my husband’s hands were more of a shock than anything. I looked up and saw the bedroom door still open and demanded my husband stop and close it. Then my husband started blazing my ass… It hurt when I stopped. Wayne kept yelling and telling him I wouldn’t. Wayne kept hitting and watching red it got a few minutes of hard butts. I started crying and it became an exact repeat of what happened last time. There was a point where I couldn’t talk and I screamed louder when he hit me so hard he could get his hand up my ass. I would never understand the power that handles it. Wayne gave and the way he didn’t look at me the same way he was in our relationship right now.

I didn’t even think about Simon in the living room, but he laughed and surprised me that this game was my own fantastic idea. He knew one of his wild friends would kill him if he ever tried something like that. It certainly wasn’t for everyone. More than when I got a WAYN PLEASE STOP to jump out of my mouth but the hard butts kept coming. I held it even longer when I last did two or three minutes. I really didn’t want to wear that outfit for someone like our wild girl crazy neighbor. I kept thinking about how much older He was when we and the amount of girls he brought. The years we knew him. With all I wanted, that was my ass stopping. I knew I could make that happen, but there was only one way. Somehow I yelled “Stop WAYNE I’ll do it.” I got three more hits and I said the same thing. My husband told me if I didn’t keep my word that I wouldn’t sit down for a month. I could look into his eyes and know that he was ready to act if I didn’t give him all the way. He wasn’t laughing or anything.

I was picked up and my bra was unsnapped when the little pink outfit was pulled over my head. My husband pushed me back on the bed and it took him four minutes to figure out how to pull the sexy-looking thighs into my legs. He was looking for a connection, but they had to stay up without help. He started sliding the bright red shoes with the heels on my feet. He had to guess my size and he was pretty close. They were a little loose, but he tied them tighter around my ankle to keep them on my feet. He pulled me up and my tears were on my face. The outfit fit me well and Wayne finally lifted my feet at once and threw the skinny and lacy pink panties in my long legs. It was the perfect outfit for our wedding day or maybe. Valentine’s Day, but not to make popcorn for our neighbor and my husband. I had to turn around for my husband and I didn’t move until his hand hit my ass. He threatened to hit me for another ten minutes if I gave him trouble tonight. That would have put blazing on my ass, and I hurt too much. I slowly turned around and for the first time Wayne broke a smile and told me I was the cutest popcorn that made that woman in the country. He reminded me that he bought this outfit so every time he looked at a soccer game with his friend, I’d be dressed up to make popcorn for them. I started telling him. I would dress like that for him, but please not for his best friend I knew, it would be nice if I showed up as much of my body as this outfit would come. Right now my ass paid the price as my husband told me it wasn’t my choice, just like we agreed before all this started.

He took my hand and for the first time, I had to take a step in the high heels. It was like walking on Stilts. I was afraid I’d fall in. It made me walk really funny first. It pushed me out and my husband loved that I was a few inches bigger than he is now. When I walked through our bedroom door, I died of fear when our neighbour came in and his eyes were as big as mine. Simon stared at me and I knew he had a crush on me. I started pouting and got my ass. A hard blow when my husband told me to close the tears and go into the kitchen and make popcorn for them. I was led to the kitchen and my husband gave me ten minutes to bring the popcorn to the boys. I was still crying while I was traveling around and I started getting the things I had to cook. I couldn’t even look at the little pink outfit I had right now. I knew my whole body was on the show for my husband’s best friend. I thought I could never see Simon again as long as I was alive.

It only took eight minutes to put the corn in our hot air popcorn maker. I was pouting something, but I could erase most tears from my eyes. I was hoping to give them the popcorn and then run into my room and get out of the clothes. I poured the popcorn in two bowls and she walked slowly into the living room. I could feel both men staring at me. The soccer game was about to start, and no man said anything, they just stared. When I gave them the bowls that my husband took my hand and decided I had to walk around for Simon and let him see him. How good the outfit looked like me. Simon laughed and said I looked better than the girls he’d ever taken home with. That didn’t make me feel any better, but I kept my eyes off Simon and I kept poking around for him every time my husband wanted to. I was finally drawn to my husband’s lap. In the long shoes I had, I couldn’t keep my balance, and he had no trouble pulling me into the position he wanted, who was on his lap with Simon sitting next to us. I whispered gently in my husband’s ears that I was ready to go back to our bedroom and change these clothes. I was told I was going to watch the soccer game with them as usual. I loved soccer and watched most games with my husband. Tonight I wanted to change from these terrible clothes.

I looked at the first quarter and had to look at the second quarter. I had to get up and walk into the kitchen and get everyone beer or whatever. Wayne and Simon talked about the game all the time. They also told me how amazing they were. I looked like my new football outfit. I didn’t say a word. I always saw our older neighbor staring at me. It was when I got halfway there that my real problems would come to me. My husband pulled me up and turned the volume off on the TV. I didn’t know, but even his best friend didn’t know what Wayne was gonna do now. It was all supposed to end at half the time during the game my husband made other plans for me. I created a monster and I couldn’t control him anymore. My husband pressed a button on the CD player tied to his big stereo and suddenly romantic music started playing the whole house. He had speakers in the ceiling about every room. He pulled me into his arms and pushed my arms around his neck. I could feel the little pop outfit came up and only my panties covered me up from the waist down. I started to get a little upset and the moment I said that something was a huge blow. The air filled and my ass was stabbed by the hard blow. My husband turned my head to his and asked me to hit a five-minute hit for our guest. That was the last thing I wanted to happen. I shook my head no and for a full song I danced around the room with Wayne’s best friend who can only see a man.

It was after the song I walked to the bank and I passed out when my husband asked our neighbor if he wanted a dance. Another slow song started and I saw how fast Simon jumped up and tried to get me for a dance. I pulled away and knew that she had a line I didn’t want to let happen. I felt my body strung to my husband and without really fighting him… He had me over his lap and my little pop outfit over my ass. I had a loud plea come out of my mouth when I begged my husband to stop it here and now. Two seconds later, I felt the first blow and my feet were furious when my husband started hitting me for his friend. I felt really embarrassed again like I never did before. I don’t know how long my ass was beaten, but when I begged it to stop. I cried again and I knew I wasn’t in control. My husband would hit me on every sign that I didn’t do what he wanted. I remember telling him in my own words that if I didn’t act. He took every word I told him as the law. It’s what I asked, it was exactly what I got. I looked at our neighbor and he laughed at me and behind my back, he beat my men apart, which I happen to see. I knew they were in it together, and there was probably nothing I could do to separate them.

I got a towel and I had to clean up my face. The music was still playing, and as soon as my tears were wiped out, my husband led me to his friends’ arms and for two long dances, my nearly naked body was crushed into his body. I couldn’t even open my eyes. I was finally returned to my husband, and I had to thank our neighbor for a great dance and a good night. Then I couldn’t open my mouth when I heard my husband told me to invite Simon back to the game of Monday night. I knew it would be more the same, and I couldn’t say that. It wasn’t until my husband asked our neighbour to help me, until I acted like I had to make that cute popcorn that woman. I dropped my head with those words, then I turned. I’m in and out fast. The guy I was hoping I’d never see Monday night for more soccer. He asked me if I’d be wearing my new popcorn again and I’d shake my head jacket so he’d finally go back to his house. I heard Simon finally accepted my coerced invitation when I saw him shake my husband’s hands and leave our front door.

I started to tear up, and as soon as my husband saw him pull me into the bedroom and pushed me back on the bed. He wasn’t careful. He wasn’t even what I’d call nice. Why he made me so excited, I’ll never know. He pushed my panties to the side and fucked me at least 20 or 30 minutes. He kissed me and felt like I was a ten cent whore. I melted into his hands and he could. Feeling it. After he came over my stomach, he turned around and shoved his wet dick in my mouth and led his tongue straight to my wet pussy. He hadn’t pushed me into the 69 position since we were married. I couldn’t control myself and neither could he. I came to his tongue twice and he flooded my mouth after about eight minutes of soft wet. He turned around and told me how much he loved me. I saw the opposite personality of the man who’d been with me all night. My loving husband was back!

My husband undressed me, took me to take a soapy bath with him, then we went to bed and talked for an hour. We talked about everything, including my fear that our neighbor sees so much of me. My husband told me he was a great guy and he promised never to say anything. Wayne told me he trusted Simon as much as a brother. I tried to tell Wayne that his best friend was a woman, but there was no need for him. They were too many secrets. I was still afraid our neighbour was 13 years older than I was and could have his choice of girls because of his looks and money saw more of me than he should ever be allowed. I had another one of the best nights with my husband at my side. He couldn’t do enough for me, and I had a lot of things to think about the weekend. My husband stayed by my side and we went out and did so many nice things together. I called my girlfriend on Sunday night and told her that my life couldn’t be better. She already knew I did exactly what she told me to do. I just didn’t know my husband had done much further than what her husband did to her. They kept it all in the family, in fact, I was the only person who knew what was happening. All I cared about was how I didn’t feel alive. I couldn’t wait to get to my husband. As soon as I got home every day I had to work.

Monday. I went to work and vaguely in the back of my head was the invitation I made to our neighbor to come over tonight and watch the soccer game. I pushed it out of my head but knew he’d come. And I’d probably cry for him like the last two times he was here. I came straight home from work, but my husband was nowhere to be found. He was shopping with his best friend for tonight. Wayne didn’t come home till 6:00, and I had dinner ready for him. I knew something was gonna happen, but I didn’t know what. The boys bought another outfit, but this one would force me to fight again until I couldn’t fight anymore. At 6:45, the doorbell called and it was Simon. I tried to do semi normal when I brought him in. Simon gave me a big hug and asked how to be. “POPCORN GIRL” held up. It really made me blush. Then my husband grabbed my hand and it would take a long 45 minutes to get us out of the bedroom. I knew something was gonna happen. Like the times our bedroom door was open and I was trying to talk to Wayne, he had to close the door before we started. My husband ignored me again and pulled the packages out under the bed. Slowly he pulled everything out. It was from another store this time, and I saw a short black skirt on the bed and it had a big white band with a big playboy emblem on it. Then I saw the little red tank top with two words written in big white letters on it, GEAM. That was all that was on the bed, and I told myself this night wouldn’t be so bad at all.

It wasn’t until I saw the rest of the outfit and then my husband told me what we did that I lost the weather and told him he was going too far. I said I wanted to cancel our game and we could talk about it later after his friend left home. I saw from the look on Wayne’s face that I wasn’t dealing with my husband except his alter ego. I had to make him understand that I didn’t want to do this tonight. I was pulled hard in my husband’s hand and he got it. barely my pants on my knees. Because I fought him so hard. Usually he stripped me naked, but I fought so hard that he pushed me over his knee and gave me as hard as he could with only my pants down and everything else on my body. I kept telling him I wanted to talk about tonight before we did it. The more I spoke, the harder my punches got. Every night it took longer and tonight was not an exception. I could take more spanks every time, but my ass got more punishment. I cried so hard when I gave it that it sounded like I was dying. I begged my husband not to hit me again. I didn’t want to do what he planned, but my thoughts said I’d do it somehow. This made me fear more about tonight than any night so far.

I was stripped and led to the toilet. I’m surprised my husband started a bath for me. It hurt like the jerks when I was in the water for the first time, but then I felt better by the pool. I saw my husband lock my body up when he reached the medicine cabinet and pulled his razor out, I knew exactly what his next move would be. I shook my head and pouted, but he just pushed me back and spread my knees wide. I felt the razor between my legs and I knew he’d shave everything. It happened so fast that I was surprised. He shaved me again. He lifted my legs high in the air, and I could feel the razor next to my tight ass while he removed every hair he could find. I stopped crying, but my eyes were still full of tears. He dryed me off and I looked down and saw a teenage pussy on my body. I shaved before, but never everything. I would have felt really bad if I knew this suggestion of his best friend was coming and not my husband’s idea. Simon told my husband I had to shave. He could see my fat hair the last time I had to turn for him. It blocked about his entire view, and he made a good point for my husband that I’d probably fight the whole way. Surprisingly, this didn’t bother me as much as they planned for me tonight. My husband gave me my brush and makeup and told me I had five minutes to make it up to you. I didn’t really want to wear makeup, but on his demand that I set up lipstick, eye shadow and lightened my cheeks.

I saw Wayne shoot me with my bottle of perfume and then he led me to our bed. I looked at the little outfit and knew what he planned tonight. I looked at Wayne and asked him gently if we couldn’t talk about this before it happened. I felt another hard blow to my ass when my legs were lifted and the little black mini skirt was pulled on my legs. He broke it and hit the big white belt with a playboy emblem on it. I got turned around and I felt my legs lifting when he pulled a panties around my waist. I couldn’t really see them, but I knew they felt like stockings and were probably very thin. He adjusted my panties to how he wanted them and turned me back to him and cut the red tank around my chest and tied it in the back. I tried to look at myself, but before I could really look at the outfit. Wayne pushed me back on the bed and left me all flat. I watched him lift a leg at once and a few white thighs were drawn to my legs. I could see this was that ultra sexual fishing net, and I knew I would never wear them if I had said anything about it. Finally, my long legs were released, and then my eyes started watering like those big red shoes with the four-inch heels on my feet. I hated how they felt on my feet and how uncomfortable they let me walk.

I was lifted and my husband surprised me by punching me twice and giving me a warning. If I do something he doesn’t like for the next two hours, our neighbor will see how it feels to punch my naked ass until I cry to stop. I knew I didn’t want to, but I also knew I didn’t want to go with my husband and his friend. I was led back to the door and I was slowly in the high heels. I was in. I wanted to beg my husband to do something else, I probably would have done anything to not leave the house in this state. I walked to our neighbor where he grabbed my other arm and both men started walking us to our garage. I was pushed in the front seat with my husband and his best friend. Simon on my other side. I didn’t know where they took me, but I prayed no one would see me. They drove about 30 minutes to get us out of the area where most friends lived. We went to a sports bar and I started pouting when he pulled me out of the car. I spoke and begged Wayne to take me home. He beat me around and whispered to me that if he took me home, his friend took me away, until I couldn’t stand being so cooperative. I accepted that offer, but at the last minute I decided to keep my mouth shut. I knew I wouldn’t win, no matter what I said or offered.

Both men led me in and just like I thought I’d go to me when the three of us came in slowly. Everyone looked at the bar and I didn’t hear a lot of cheering for the game, but for me when I walked in the high heels. There were other women, but not dressed like I was. The skirt was super short, and it felt like I wasn’t wearing any panties at all. I wouldn’t know for a while, but I was right. There wasn’t enough bar stool, so I was lifted and lowered on my husband’s lap. My face was bright red when he ordered three beer for all of us to drink. I couldn’t wait to drink. I could finally look at my outfit and it was different from what I would ever want to wear. The top of the high snakes showed up, and they had big white bows on it. My black skirt barely kept me covered and my top felt like it was on my boobs. We had a couple of beers till half came when my husband whispered in my ear when I was ready to go home. I shook my head and was as submissive as I could. I whispered a coat in his ear. I was trying to understand my way when my husband was in control of the situation. It would take me a while to find out. But I soon learned that “no” wasn’t gonna work. I had to learn to compromise other things the boys would want, but I hadn’t learned that yet.

Wayne paid the bill and I showed a little smile when they led me to our car. I heard everyone begging my husband to stay the second half. A huge load was lifted from my shoulders when Simon helped me in our car. The view that he suddenly came between my legs stayed with him for a while. My fresh shaved kitten was widely split open for him when I snuck my legs together as soon as I could. I knew I was wearing panties so he couldn’t get that good view. I didn’t know they were less and that’s why I felt so much air and wind when I was walking around. I didn’t even think about my husband poking less underpants on me. We drove home and got there like half the time. I was taken into the bedroom, and I looked up when my husband undressed me and pulled out the little pop outfit I carried a few nights ago. I didn’t have to say a word, Wayne whispered in my ear, I could see the second half here at home or back at the bar. I didn’t move a muscle when he slipped the sexy outfit on my body and then brought me to the bathroom and my body and clothed with my perfume. I could smell how soft and sweet the perfume made me smell. It was my favorite bottle of perfume and not at all cheap.

I was led in the living room and there in the chair Simon was waiting for us. Again, I was led directly to Simon and told to slowly turn around so Simon could see how nice I looked. Tonight Simon got a fantastic view of my new BALD PUSSY look and I did what my husband asked me to do without ever looking at Simon. Like the last time I was led to my husband’s office shot and for the rest of the Quarter, I sat with Simon watching the game with them. Then after the quarter that I was pushed on the couch and in a move that surprised me that my husband started kissing me. I knew our neighbor was standing next to us. I got really nervous back then. Wayne kissed me and started kissing me. My hands were pulled over my head and I was whispered again and instructed not to move a muscle or I’d pay for it. I felt one of my legs moved by my husband and that foot was led to the floor when he opened my legs, about 18 centimeters. He still kissed me, and I was so worried about what his friend thought about this. I didn’t see our neighbor get up and move to the end of the bank. He looked right at my body and the full lightning bolt didn’t hide any of my fresh shaved pussy. I started to shake a little bit in my husband’s arms when we were out for five minutes. My husband never kissed me much more and pulled my legs around me.

Finally, I heard the next quarter start and I heard the front door open and shut. I turned my head around and tried to see if Wayne’s friend was still there. I heard my husband told me to relax, he’s gone. It was like getting a boulder off my shoulders. When my husband kissed me, his hands were on me. My skinny panties were the first to disappear fast. As much as I’d liked to be, I got excited and as much as I wanted to move my husband, I wouldn’t allow myself to move a muscle. My hands were still over my head and his body was right next to me. I didn’t know that at the end of the couch. Wayne’s best friend was. He kneeled at the end of the bank and looked at everything Wayne did to me. My legs were wide open and Wayne smiled at his best friend when I was there and my husband let me fuck slowly until his whole hand was all wet. My husband had my head back and my hands over my head. He slowly pulled me on the couch and I felt he pulled my legs up on his shoulders. This was Wayne’s favorite position now because he had so much control and he could enter me as gently or hard as he wanted.

I felt Wayne slipped deep into me, and then he pushed me even higher in the sky while he was driving back in. Our neighbour got a view that I got fucked that even my own husband had never even seen. All I had in private was there for Wayne’s friend. The thoughts that went through Simon’s head were as mean as a man could think. That’s when Simon knew I was gonna be his new toy. He couldn’t think of a better situation. I lived next door, I was married and loved my husband so I wouldn’t try to grab him or put him in a commitment. I was also very cute and much younger than him, which is how he liked all his girls. When Simon watched, I was fucked for about four minutes when Wayne pulled back by abdomen with all his fat warm creme. Wayne looked back and shook his head at Simon and slowly his best friend in the kitchen. After a few seconds, I was picked up and taken to the bedroom where our door was closed. Wayne’s friend walked next to his house when my husband fucked me again and took me with his tongue as usual. I was so emotionally confused by the way I thought about everything. I’d never been so embarrassed when I was taken out in that little outfit tonight, but I was never as in love with my husband as I was now. He had done everything I asked him to do. I had so much on my mind that my depression was completely gone and I had more orgasms. This week since I was a teenager she gave to myself. I knew I could still put a stop to everything, but deep down, I didn’t want it to stop, why, you got me.

Like every other time we chat about the night for 20 minutes. I asked Wayne if he thought it was too far. I didn’t want my friends to find out what he made me do for him. Wayne kissed me and asked me if I trusted him or not. I let him know that if I didn’t trust him, he wouldn’t do what he did to me. He promised me no one would find out. He said Simon was a real friend and no one could tell how much He saw how far it went. I let my husband know how scared I was. He kissed me hard and I held him like he was the last man on earth. He looked me in the eye and asked if I wanted it to stop. I had a way out if I wanted to, and he was pretty sure what my answer would be. I shake my head. No, and told him I loved holding him so badly and all week after everything was over. Wayne let me know that I could never stop the day it happened. The more I complained, the more my cute ass would be beaten. I smiled and said I’d figured that out. We slept in each other’s arms and I felt great when I got up. I was a new person, and I knew my husband would never be the same sweet man I married five years ago, at least a few times a week. The good thing is I liked my new guy even more, right now I thought I did.

I told Wayne once a week that it was enough for me, but he was about to write his own rules. Tuesday, nothing happened outside the norm, but Wednesday I’d be fighting what he’d do to me again. I came home Wednesday after work and my husband was home and I waited for me. Tonight he’d surprise me. When I came in, he pulled me into the bedroom and started stripping my clothes off. I didn’t fight when he was in the bath and had me washed. He pulled his razor out of the closet and I saw him shave all my pussy. I asked him how long I should go without her downstairs. Wayne was nice about it and said until he was ready to see it on me again. I was helped in our bedroom where there were some new packages and all my old outfits. I sat there naked when my husband pulled something out of his pocket that made my blood boil. His hand was his little cell phone and he pointed it in my direction. The bright flash went off and I jumped up and asked him what he did. He said he took a few pictures so he’d never forget what was going on.

He knew I would never allow nude pictures of me. We went through these years ago when he first bought a digital camera. I yelled at him that wouldn’t happen, and he had what he wanted right away. He came to my side and I demanded that he knew that picture now. Instead, he took my hand and tried to pull me over his legs. I was a wild cat who fought for my life. I yelled at him and told him he wouldn’t win this fight. He can never make naked pictures of me, Ever! I got the spark of my life when I actually begged him for the first time in a long time. It just made him quick and punched my naked ass like he was sticking a fire. I fought hard, but he had me fast where he wanted me. I kept fighting as long as I could, and then I started begging him not to take pictures, because sooner or later, we’d both regret it. I knew enough girls who were embarrassed that their pictures ended up on the Internet and could never be withdrawn. I really cried while I pleaded that Wayne would reconsider what he wanted me to do. I finally cried really hard, and I think crying released all the negative emotions that were stored in me all these years. That was my theory about why this worked so well with me and my girlfriend.

Finally, I begged Wayne to be careful with the pictures. I didn’t even think this was his cell phone camera and not his digital camera. If he was using a cell phone camera, it would only take a few keys to send it to another cell phone in the world. While tears from my eyes, my husband flushed me in front of me and photographed me. He pulled a brand-new outfit and it was all red with blue tribes on it. Not until he pushed it over my body, I realized it was a French maid. It was very tight on my body and the skirt came right to the bottom of my buttocks. I watched as a white snake was pulled on my legs, then I got a red hat and two pins and I had to stick it in my hair. I saw the big red heels were thrown on my feet, and I turned around like some kind of white panties were picked up. The panties barely covered me up, and it felt like they were made of fishnet, even though I didn’t see them when they were drawn at the back of my body. I kept seeing Wayne move for me and taking a few pictures after every item slipped on my body. Again, it was our neighbor I had to thank for this new idea. Most bad things came from Simon, even though my husband accepted them without question.

I was lifted and taken into the bathroom and for the first time, my husband led the makeup on my face. He told me what colors and how many and my face ended as bright as a three-year-old colour book. After I was injected, I was led to the living room and was pleasantly surprised when our neighbor wasn’t there. I had to pose for pictures, and then my husband led me to the back and started opening the glass door. When he told me where we were going, I wanted to fight a big fight, but I was beginning to understand that there was no back-out when the night started. I knew my ass would be in his pocket until I gave it up. I asked my husband if Simon was home. He looked at me funny and said of course about Simon. I didn’t want him to have a girlfriend there when I came in with a nasty stepping up on my body. I had to walk through our garden and then to our neighbor’s backyard. I was really glad it was black outside and none of our porch lights were turned on. We were walking to the back door, and I had to lower my head when I did. Simon at my new outfit started and said something about being happy that the maids were finally here.

I was really embarrassed when my husband gave his camera to our neighbor and showed me around the living room and pretended to brush the furniture or clear the carpet. I couldn’t look back. The first time my husband shattered me in the waist and I knew only my skinny panties cover all my privates. My skinny panties are made of the same material as my fishnet snake. She wasn’t covering for me at all, but I was glad they were there. I was bent in the backseat and I assumed to clean up the pillows. My husband bent me and spread my legs. I was almost crying, but I didn’t. Then I felt his hands went to my skinny panties and he started taking them down. I pulled up and turned around and said no really loud. I knew when he pulled me on the couch what he was gonna do. He kept pushing me every week and this night was no different. He told me if I didn’t stop fighting, he’d let our friend help. I wasn’t going to go without panties for our neighbour, no matter how much my husband demanded me to.

I said no out loud and kicked my feet over my husband tried to get me over his knee. I could feel a few more hands. I took mine, and once they had both hands, they were pulled behind my back and my feet were tied to my man’s legs. I could hear him say I shouldn’t have argued. We talked about this before. I heard him tell his friend that my ass was his tonight. I felt movement downstairs and then I hit. A big cold hand squared me between my cheeks and I knew right away it wasn’t my husband’s hand that hit me. I cried three or four times, but the big hand kept hitting me and warming up my ass. I couldn’t believe my ass was beaten by our neighbor. I saw a bright flash when I started crying. Even before normal. Not only were the two teams who spanked me, my picture was taken at the same time by one of the two. I think they both hit me and told me. How bad I was for about seven long minutes. All I could do was put my head down and ask my husband to stop it. I heard him asking if I was ready to do what I promised I’d do what he asked me to do. With my face covered in tears and crack red, I asked him to stop and I won’t fight anymore. I think his friend was unhappy that he finally stopped giving me spank. He’d watched my ass turn red to purple and he really had a good time to let a girl my age float. It was a power thing and he enjoyed as much as my husband did right now.

I stood up and cried and rubbed my ass. My husband told me to pull my own panties down and give them to him. I turned around and looked at him and gave him the most pleasant look possible. I really wanted him to know that I didn’t want to do this. He asked me if I wanted our friend to continue my butt for five minutes. I shook my head no, and he told me to give him my panties. I slowly pulled the skinny fishnet panties off my legs. I knew my ass and shaved pussy was in there because my maid was too short to hide them. My husband moved me back in the same position I was in earlier. I could see the white flash of the camera and all this was. So much more than I ever thought I could take. I also knew it was our neighbor who saw the founder and decided to focus the camera to take every picture. Twenty minutes I was walking around our neighbors and pretending to do homework. What really made me cry again was when I felt the hot smooth juices ran through the inside of my legs. I couldn’t believe I was so excited that I was pushing out so much liquid, but the more I tried to stop it, the more wet my pussy got. It took me ten minutes to dry my tears. I don’t know how many times that damn white flash went off, but I was ready to stop. I was really angry back then. Wayne asked me if I was ready to go home. I was happy when he walked me to the back door, but when we got there, he saw the pool and decided to push me last time. It wasn’t so late, and he wasn’t ready for our night to end.

I saw our neighbor standing right behind us when Wayne pushed me on one of the patio chairs. Slowly, he started uncuffing my big red heels and he pulled. They’re fast off my body. My snake came down and then he started trying to lift the maid outfit over my head. I looked up and asked him not to make me naked for our neighbor and on the open back door. As always my husband threw my hands over my head and did what he wanted to do to me. He pulled off my outfit and took off my cute hat. He led me roughly naked to the side of the pool and I cried while our neighbor took a few pictures of me in the water with no stitches of clothes on my body. As soon as I came in, I saw Wayne take off his pants and his shirt, and in 60 seconds, he was naked and in the pool next to me. His best friend took more pictures of me in my husband’s arms… And I shook my head no when he pulled his shirt off. I turned around and heard a splash about 25 seconds later. In a few seconds, I felt the other body next to me in the pool. The three of us were all naked and standing next to the shallow end of the pool.

I was so afraid I couldn’t move and I knew better than to say a word. My husband picked me up in his arms and walked me around the pool. I saw our neighbor coming out of the pool and I was hoping he’d be ready for the night. Instead, he went in and changed the green light under the water. He turned his stereo on and had the music playing the speakers in the patio. Like my husband, he had a slow sexy music game. I felt my husband disappointed me. He led my feet on top of his body. I also heard the splash back then. Simon came back to his pool soon. Wayne danced me around and kissed me while the song kept playing and every now and then a white flash would light up the back. I prayed no other neighbors wondered what was going on. I knew they probably couldn’t see it. For two songs, my husband danced me around the shallow end of the pool. Then he took me to the edge and whispered in my ear that we’d go home soon if I didn’t fight him anymore. That was the best news I heard because I was afraid to get caught by someone in the pool with these two naked men. It would be bad enough if it was just me and my husband, but our neighbor was naked, and I could never explain it.

When the next number started, my husband led me to the side of the pool, straight to where his friend stood. He turned me around until I did. Simon looked up and I looked in total shock when he threw my arms around our neighbor and pushed my naked body to his. I heard my husband told me to dance a few songs or we’d be here much longer than I hoped to stay. I turned around and I shook my head twice to Wayne. He had that look on his face I’d do or I’m sorry if I didn’t. I could read his face like a book when he was in this mood. I felt the hands were going around my waist, and I was lifted and put back on our neighbors. I closed my eyes tight when my boobs pushed hard into my neighbor’s chest and Simon’s arms squeezed my waist. He started doing a few steps, and since my feet were on his body, he went with him. My chin was on top of his shoulder and I refused to open my eyes. I could feel my nipples hard and I knew my neighbor would feel it, too. He danced me around and slowly moved his hands until they sat on my ass and he felt me pulling tighter into his body. I whispered in his ear the word PLEASE DON not twice or three times. His hands were under the water, and I didn’t know if Wayne knew what he was doing or not. The first number ended, and I tried to get away from the naked body that was on mine. I got pulled back and I heard my husband talking and saying I had to dance with Simon until I could stop. This was all so nice for my husband and what was really amazing how much he wanted to share me with his best friend. Where did that come from?

The next number brought me to tears when I could feel Simon’s hand on my ass and one on my chest. My eyes were closed, but I could still make the light of my husband’s camera. I also started feeling my neighbors when he got really stiff and rubbed his dick against my pussy every step we took. I shaved my head more than once, but I knew until my husband said I could stop doing nothing. I stayed in my neighbor’s arms for six minutes. I felt that Wayne took me away and he held me tight and danced one last song with me. His friend left and dried off and slipped back into his clothes. I was completely empty from tonight’s events and I got out with my husband when our picture was taken six or seven times. I got dried up and put in the little maid’s outfit. Simon disappeared into his house and we waited four minutes till he got back. My husband made me embrace his best friend, and my face had to be a very bright redhead like me. My husband got his phone back, and slowly I did exactly what my husband asked me to do. Once we got into our own house, I broke like the first time this happened to me.

I knew the routine and my husband took me in three different ways to kiss me all the time and dry my tears when he left. He wore me in the bedroom, brought me twice with his tongue like he always did, kept me close and asked me how I felt right now. I had a hard time talking to him. I asked him if he knew that his naked friend made me feel and touched me when we danced. First, Wayne didn’t pick up when he said “SO” what! Wayne started talking and he said I would never get control of his nights. He told me he loved me more than ever, and he didn’t want me to leave his side. He also told me that this is exactly what I asked, and it seemed to help me as I thought it would be. I listened to my husband who said it was too late to change things, and from now on, he’d have nights that I wouldn’t get any choices in what happened. I thought about it and asked him if he enjoyed what happened between us. I looked at Wayne and asked him if he enjoyed knowing that another man looked at my naked body and raised me in ways only a man should do. Wayne pulled me closer to his body and said it was the most exciting thing that ever happened in our lives since we first met. Then I knew how much this meant to my husband. He needed it and wanted it just as badly as I did when I begged him to do it for me. My questions were answered, my husband was happy with everything that happened, and I told myself to adjust to it if I wanted to continue this crazy new lifestyle.

I kissed my husband and whispered gently. His ear if he was sure he wanted to go through this path. When Wayne kissed me, his hand found my shaved pussy and slowly he pushed two fingers into my still very damp pussy. He turned around and said he wanted more than anything in his life. Like from a cheap novel I swore and told him we were in it for the long time. I told him he could never leave me or tell anyone. What we did with our neighbor. I heard Wayne promise me and then we kissed before we finally fell in each other’s arms. I don’t know if Wayne knew or not, but when we were sleeping, Simon all the photos we took tonight on Wayne’s cell. He took my husband’s phone to his house and sent every picture straight to his phone. It didn’t even take an hour for my worse fears to come true. We didn’t even have control of the photos my husband had only taken an hour ago. What would happen to them now, Simon’s desires and will include. I’m glad I didn’t know that, or I would have been a nervous wreck forever. The thing I was sure about. Simon was going through girls like we were going butter. I don’t think my pictures were in worse hands than Simon’s.

The next morning, I asked Wayne to slow down a little bit and not let this happen so much. I really wanted to enjoy these nights, not so routine they didn’t work anymore. Wayne was so good at it. He looked up and said twice a week, okay, please, at least twice a week. I shook my head and we both went to our jobs. I’ve never been this close to Wayne felt the way I did now. I never worry so much about how our next night would be together. It certainly changed our lives the way I hoped. Nothing happened out of the norm all week. Thursday I came home and hugged and watched TV, but not once did I feel like it was a special night. Friday night would change everything faster than I could imagine. The minute I got home, my husband was there, and he barely hit me at home. I knew right away there was something and seconds later when I was dragged through my arm… I knew it would be a long night.

When my husband pushed me in the bath, I thought about the whole process. It was so wild and exciting that I thought about it most days. Suddenly, I wanted to see what happened when I removed part of it. When Wayne soaped me and smoothed me all over again, I decided to change a little tonight to see how it would be. I got out and got dried up then. Wayne stabbed me in front of the mirror and had me set up a new makeup. This time, I had fun with it. For some reason, I wasn’t afraid, at least not yet. I knew I had more makeup when I was a teenager and I tested everything. After Wayne made sure I smelled really sweet, he led me to the bedroom and asked if I was ready for a date tonight. I laughed and I shook my head, and so far I hadn’t given him any resistance at all. Wayne pulled out the little black skirt with the white playboy band and the tight red halter top. I let Wayne get dressed like he wanted. The stockings, the little white panties, even the high heels. For the first time I pushed him away and turned on some clothes for him. I looked at his face to see what his reaction would be, and I could see I confused him. I was glad I wanted to see how confused things would be if I really pretended to be anything they gave me. It was my way of fighting back in a way they’d never guess.

I saw Wayne take a few pictures of me, and for some reason, I didn’t see it was with his phone and not his digital camera. I’m sure I’d asked him why the phone camera instead of the better digital camera. It would have my suspicions a little more. When we left the bedroom, I was sure I’d see our neighbor waiting there. It was a surprise to see that we had the house to ourselves. It was five minutes later when the doorbell called and my husband told me my date was here and I had to open the door. This was the point I would normally do. I had no idea who would be there, but I prayed it was Simon from next door. I swallowed hard, but I went with my husband’s demand and I opened the door to see Simon dressed up with a bundle of Roses in his hand. He came in quick before anyone saw him and he gave me my flowers and gave me a cheek. I looked at my husband and he asked if everyone was ready to go. I asked him gently where we were going tonight. He just wanted to tell me that I went to PARTY with my handsome blind date. Wayne pulled me over and told me to treat Simon just like I wanted a blind date I really liked. I think they wanted me to fight back right now, but instead I shook my head and I didn’t say a word. I knew it was Troubling my husband and maybe Simon too.

I saw both men staring at each other and wondering what went wrong. This had to be their big plan to piss me off and piss me off so they could use their power over me. Instead, I stayed quiet and ended up pushing. Simon the roses in my hand when I heard him say “Lets go PARTY.” Two seconds later, it was Simon who led me to our garage and my husband was following no sound. I was led to the back of our car where I was helped by our neighbor, and then he shoved himself inside me. Wayne was standing in front of us and would be our driver for the night. I got close to Simon and he said I looked good tonight in my super sexy outfit. He put his arm around me when we drove out of our block and on the highway. I knew it was dark and no one would make us in the car. This was a scenario I never imagined. I was a blind date for my older neighbor with my husband who was an escort at night. It was something I could have stopped hard, but I knew it wouldn’t make a difference. I wanted to see how I and Wayne felt at the end of the night if I didn’t give him any reason to really hit me. I really had to suck it up then. Simon started kissing my cheek and playing with my legs, but not once I said a word to stop him.

We’re driven to a country music club about 35 minutes from the house. Wayne barely said anything, but Simon kept kissing my cheek and trying to turn my head over to him. I didn’t let that happen when we finally got out of the car. I started to be pretty embarrassed that I was here in public in the clothes I wore. My husband stayed behind us all the way in the bar. I was in Simon’s arms, and I knew the boys were wondering why I wasn’t fighting. In a way, this was my fight, doing nothing to piss them off. It didn’t take long for the boys to find out I wasn’t gonna make a fuss. I sat next to Simon and he was wrapped around me and bought me drinks. I shook my head no the first time he took me to dance. The live band had just started with the first number and no one else danced. I knew we’d be the center of attention if I went outside. Then I was told by Simon, not my husband, that he would hit me here at the club if I said no to him. I looked at Wayne and he didn’t go somehow. I was picked up from my chair in the little outfit and I could see that all the attention was on me when I was on the dance floor, as good as I could in the high heels and started dancing with my neighbor.

That night I drank a lot. Because I wanted to. I don’t know how many songs I had to dance with Simon and about halfway through the night he pulled me into his lap where I’d spend the rest of the night. I didn’t have a word all night. Wayne said and he didn’t even dance with me. The boys knew this would really bother me, but I turned the tables to not complain. The boys paid the bill around 10:30 that night and again, it was our neighbor who pretended to be my husband. He escorted me from the club, helped me in the car and held me like I was his prize. As soon as we got into the garage and the garage door closed the second half of my blind date would start. I walked into the bedroom, but this time, Simon. As far as I knew, this was the first time Simon had been in our bedroom. I got nervous when he reached under the bed and pulled out the little maid’s clothes. My husband must have put the outfit there and told him where it would be.

I didn’t see Wayne anywhere when Simon pretended to be my husband and told me to change and go outside and show my hot body to Simon’s best friend, which happens to be my HUSBAND. I was shaking a lot when Simon started undressing me. I was just starting to fight, but I told myself I’d do it anyway. In two minutes, I was naked in my own bedroom for my neighbor pretending to be my husband. I was dressed in the maid’s clothing, but this time, Simon threw the skinny panties back under the bed and said we didn’t need these anymore. It took me about ten minutes to undress and then put in my new outfit. Finally, Simon escorted me to the living room where my husband drank on all of us. He had soft music on the radio and for the first time, he grabbed me and danced around the floor. He whispered to me that I was a very naughty girl tonight who cooperated with a first-time blind date. I could hear him giggle when he told me that he was confused with Simon and himself because I didn’t pretend to. It brought a smile to my face. Because I knew I was making things a little different tonight. I whispered in my husband ear and asked him if it bothered him that I didn’t fight back. My answer came with a big wet kiss and a soft ass on the ass. And then I knew my husband enjoyed this, even without me beating my ass pretty red by the boys.

After that first dance my husband gave me to Simon and told me I’d better listen to my blind date because he had all the power tonight. I knew what he meant, if someone was gonna hit me, it would be our neighbor. I didn’t want to get punched tonight, that was my goal. I was led to the bank and pushed back like I was the last time in this outfit with the two guys in the room. Last time, my husband pushed me back and Simon watched. This time my husband was in the other chair when Simon pushed my flat on the couch. I really panicked when I did. Simon pulled his head down and started kissing me on the lips. My feet kicked and I was thinking about stopping things here. I really wanted to stop it because this went too far again. I remembered when none of the boys would listen to a word I said to them. It was like a loud bell had gone off and I really knew I couldn’t stop anything, not a little thing. When Simon kissed me, his hands fell on my legs, and very slowly, he worked them up until he hit the dirt and my pussy was so wet that it already made a wet spot on the couch. Just like my two hands were on my head and my feet were spread so Wayne could see everything I had Simon do.

When my husband looked, Simon made out with me and started fucking my wet pussy slowly. I didn’t want any of them to know how close I was to Cumming. No other man, but my husband had touched me like that since I first met him. I stopped myself as long as I could, but I think it was only twice as bad. I felt the cooking sensation in my stomach and breasts and every part of my body. All Simon did was slowly screw my finger, but tonight was all that was necessary. I started seeing the bright white flashes, and I knew exactly where they came from. I shook my head no then Simon’s tongue started spinning in my mouth. The next time his fingers got close to my clit, my whole body and right before my husband gave me an orgasm that really freaked my world out. I kissed Simon as angry as he kept fingering me and shaking my body under him. Simon realized what’s hot and excited. I could be if he could get me there. He knew I didn’t even want to kiss, now my butt and pussy dried up to meet his fingers when I kissed him like a woman was possessed.

When I settled, I felt Simon was going to my feet. Then I cried very hard when a softly moist tongue started to run my wet pussy lips. I barely felt it then. Simon resisted my legs like my husband would do, while he buried his face in my smooth pussies. He was a wild man when he licked me and pressed his long tongue as deep as he could. I didn’t think he’d let me climb again, but as always, I was totally wrong. At least seven minutes I had my cunt lick like it was real by a man on his first date with a girl. Simon didn’t leave a place untouched when my body was twisted and changed for him and I had every muscle in my body again. I was exhausted from the two large orgasms that were given to me by the hands and tongue of our neighbor. I never thought it would come to this. I was weak on the couch in the little maid’s outfit when I heard my neighbor say good-bye, then he left our front door. It was my time to be attacked by my husband. He would have looked as long as he could and the fire in him would take longer than ever tonight.

For two hours we kissed and fucked at least three times. I could say Wayne was discharged from what he saw, and I held up like that. Wayne made me feel the way I felt. It was about 2:30 in the morning when we were finally in bed. We couldn’t get enough of each other that night. We both slept till late Saturday morning, but none of us were in a hurry to get out of bed. For the first time we talked about last night. We’d always talked softly about the night before, but not this time. I don’t think there was anything to say. It ended another fantastic night for both of us. And for the first time, my ass wasn’t painful when I woke up the next morning. I liked that better now that I knew I could do it and not the way the nights would go. My husband had taken me so far in the few weeks we did this. I always feel like the last night was the most exciting. I had that feeling again when I woke up in my husband’s arms Saturday morning.

We spent a day shopping and watching movies. I had a great time Saturday afternoon with my husband. He bought everything I wanted and it was fun. Even though it was expensive for Wayne. We came home after a long day and I had such a big smile on my face. All my problems were far behind me, and I said a mental thanks to my girlfriend for her good suggestion. When I thought it was stupid, but trying to light fire under my husband and I. It was better than ever in the past, and I knew it. I didn’t think anything would happen two days in a row, but Wayne always tried to surprise me. That night around 7:30, the doorbell called, and as soon as I opened it, I knew I wouldn’t go to bed sooner. There on the porch was Simon with a dozen roses in his hands. He walked in, closed the door and gave me a big hug and wet kiss. Wayne was in the living room, looking at everything from his chair.

I waved at my husband then Simon led me to the bedroom and he kept pulling my head to his head and kissing me on the lips. I knew this only happened because my husband wanted it to happen. I actually started talking to Simon like he was my husband. I never would have done that until tonight. I saw Simon undress me, put me in a tube of water and grab my husband’s razor that was in sight and shave me smoothly. I was embarrassed, but I found myself useful to the fact that my neighbor would see my body almost as often as my husband. I was back in the bathtub and had him shave me about ten minutes. He helped me out, and he was even more thoughtful than my husband. I think he should have been, he got a treat like no other bachelor man should be allowed in with another man’s wife. We started talking a lot, but we stayed away from subjects that were still too embarrassing. Simon had me do my makeup just like I wore it for him last night. He made me spray myself with my perfume, then he walked me out and picked the only “Going out outfit the boys bought me. Tonight that would change, and I would be really shocked at what night had for me. I kept telling myself that no butt crack was better than a bad ass. I found out last night.

I came into the very provocative outfit, and then my escort led me to the living room where Wayne was. Wayne could hear us talking all the time. Then Wayne made a decision that would really shock me and I had to fight. I liked not being beaten. And I didn’t want to make a decision, I had become much smarter since the first night with my husband. Wayne whispered a few things to his best friend and Simon asked if he was sure. My husband shook his head and whispered in Simon’s ear at 10:00. Then I saw Wayne give our neighbor the keys to our car. I was slowly escorted to where the garage was and then my husband said, “YU TWBIRDs have a good time and back together.” I looked sharp at Simon and asked if Wayne was joking. Simon pulled me in the neighborhood, gave me a good kiss and told me very quickly that he pushed me into the garage, it’s not up to you and me tonight, and he gave me straight to reach your HBIK GANTAC.

I nodded then. Simon pushed me into the passenger seat and then he got behind the wheel. I turned around with Simon and told him that I’m not sure I can play this part of my husband. Simon pulled me close and whispered to me, ‘WAYNE has the best time of his life right now. You think he’d let you go if he didn’t want this? If you love him as much as I think you do, just play his friend and see how crazy you get. I was terrified when Simon got out of the driveway. When I knew, I was pulled by his side and watched him drive us to a small store on the other side of town. The boys made their assignment to buy me another wild outfit at night. It was one last second decision for my husband to stay home and let his best friend decide what I’d get. The store I was led into was a very well-served store. I was embarrassed again when we came in, but when I barely saw someone else in the store, I started to relax. For 40 minutes, I had to try four different outfits. All very short and very sexual in nature. But I could see they could probably be in public if someone really wanted to try.

I ended up in a short schoolgirl group and of course the white playboy band went perfectly with it. I couldn’t believe the tight shirt Simon chose me to wear. There were so much fun to choose, but he chose one with the words “PORN STAR” on top of silver letters. He took me where they kept their heels and stockings. At first, he matched some pretty black fishnet stock that had some kind of design in them. Then we went shopping, and I wasn’t surprised when I got the highest couple in the store. They were bright and white and matched the blouse perfectly. The hardest part of the night was when I was gonna wear my new outfit to the register and a young man my age had to cut off the tags of every item. He took his time and I knew he was checking me when he cut the tags off my big white heels. I walked so close. Simon’s body when he could get me. He took me back then, and I was worried when he turned on a back road and stopped under a bunch of trees.

He helped me out and pushed me in the backseat. When he came after me, I pleaded with him to take me home and we could have fun in our house together with my husband. Simon obviously blew me off like my husband would. I got really quiet back then. Simon opened my top and slowly pulled it off my body. One piece at a time I was undressed and my whole body was shaking. I finally lost it when he got me naked and shoved me back in the chair. I jumped up and said I couldn’t do anything without Wayne being here. Suddenly I made the same mistake I told myself not to do whatever happened. Simon had full permission from my husband to hit my tight ass if I gave him trouble. Wayne knew Simon was taking me to buy new clothes and maybe a drink, but he didn’t know his friend parked me. I fought well until Simon got my hands behind my back. I yelled at him that he wasn’t my husband and I didn’t dare touch me when I said no.

I felt my hands were sent back that bowed my body over Simon’s knees in the backseat of my own car. Then I screamed a murder for about three minutes when my little cheeks were hit as hard as my neighbor could touch them. It went just like every other time. I stopped screaming and started crying and begged to stop it all. I think my ass got punched for about seven minutes when I cried and didn’t want to admit it. Just as we both knew I would, I finally did. I was asked three times who my husband was, and every time I said the wrong answer was to my ass. I finally told Simon that he was my husband tonight and then asked. Simon me what I promised my husband on these special nights. Crying and barely speaking, I told Simon exactly what he wanted to hear. My husband could have anything he wanted on the special nights and I could never say no. Simon knew the routine as well as I did. I didn’t know what Simon planned for me, but I had a good guess. That’s why I set up such a wild fight and tried to keep it as long as I could. I knew my ass would stab everything tomorrow.

I was lifted from Simon’s lap and pushed back into the cold backseat. Simon started kissing me when he was playing with my hard tits, who started to notice when he sucked at their nipples. Then his hand slipped to my pussy and he was glad to see me drop wet and leave my juices over the backseat of the car. He started fingering me and kissing and I didn’t kiss him back at first. Simon moved his mouth and told me that if his wife didn’t show excitement, she’d endure five minutes of butts that would leave her ass blue for days. My ass felt like it was blue and on fire. It took me five minutes to give. I think Simon could feel that moment as soon as it happened. I kissed him back, and my arms were around his neck now. His fingers rub around my pussy lips and without trying to get back into my clit with sensations shaking my entire body. I was very close with Cuming and I’m sure Simon knew that by the sounds I started making under him.

He pulled around and slowly pulled my legs over my body with his hands. His tongue slowly licked my wet pussy and a loud noise came from my lips. A few more licks and I’d explode in his mouth. When he licked me, he untied his pants and pulled his long hard dick out. I passed the point of no return when he pulled his mouth off and started kissing my lips. I could taste my own pussy on his mouth. I moaned on Simon that I was so close, I asked him to finish me off. What I felt then made me jump. For a second, I thought it was his finger or my wet pussy touched lips. Then his body fell on me and his whole five or six centimeters into me when his balls blew up my ass. My eyes opened wide and I screamed that he couldn’t fuck me, we couldn’t go that far. I was like a little bronco when I tried to take him away from me. I suddenly felt my hands over my head and when he held them with just one of his hands. He used his other hand and reached down and hit me as hard as he could. I kept moving and I tried to get away. The only words that came out of my mouth was no when he drove his dick into me and slapped my ass when I tried to escape under him. I could never have realized how good it felt for me. Simon to take me if I crashed so hard to get him out of me. My so-called man kept hitting me and telling me How good it felt when my wet kitty slides into his very lucky cock all the time. Before I could stop it from happening, his stiff cock exploded violently as if it was a firecracker in a 40th of July celebration. I heard our neighbor released a very satisfying sign while he slowly pushed me. I asked him to come in. I begged him to pull out and not in my body. I said I wasn’t on the pill and even my husband didn’t come in without a condom. I felt when my neighbor collapsed on my body, and I knew it was over for him. That only meant one thing, he washed my pussy with his dangerous sperm. I was completely devastated from that moment. I started pouting and that turned into a stable power of tears. It was about five minutes later that Simon moved and started kissing me again. I couldn’t fight him this time, the damage was already broken. I wasn’t very good company, and Simon knew he had another hour with me if he wanted to. For what I thought was no reason he turned me over and gave me something to cry about. More than five minutes on hard core pancakes. Simon loved this part as much as my tight bald kitty. I hurt so much that I yelled at him to stop. And I would do whatever he wanted me to do, whatever it was. I could barely sit on the chair back then. Simon finally stopped. I started telling myself. Whatever he did to me tonight, fighting with him wasn’t an option anymore. My ass hurt more than any other night, and I just told my neighbor I’d do anything he wanted for the rest of the night. I knew I meant it, I didn’t want to get myself in the situation to get punched again, I couldn’t take another beating from Simon, he hit me even harder than my husband, and I knew he wasn’t afraid of what I’d think if he was rough with me. He had nothing to lose, and I knew it.

Simon pulled me into his arms on top of him. I was all naked, he was all dressed up. He pulled my head down and told me to treat him like he was my dream date or he’d hit me again and again until I did. I gave him a little smile and asked him not to hit me. Because I was ready to be Willing to be girlfriend or wife. Things heated from that moment I said that. I kissed Simon and his hands, my body everywhere my husband didn’t even touch. As much as I wanted to scream no, I didn’t. I kissed him back and made it as good for him as I could. I felt my neighbour ripped his pants off and closed my eyes tight when he led my shaved kitten to the head of his dick. Back on my shoulders, he hit my body on his dick until I was flat against his stomach. Then he pulled my head down and whispered gently for me to ride him until he told me to stop. I started moving up and down and I saw Simon’s eyes close to the pleasure I gave him right now. I could also see his bare dick slipped deep into me and the fat purple head opened more and more like a mushroom every time I crashed on him. I wasn’t used to seeing things so clearly, and it affected me, too.

I started to think it was my time to set some rules between the two of us. I really pumped up and gave up and gave up. Simon what I thought was the best ride of his life. Then I stopped and Simon didn’t like it at all. I begged him to give me a minute and he would. Like what I had to say. I could see he didn’t want me to stop, but he gave me a minute to speak my mind. He put back and closed his eyes and told me to hurry up and handle it. I told him I wasn’t on the pill and it would be so easy for me to get pregnant and ruin all this fun everyone had. I told him from now on that if he was wearing a rubber or pulled out and on my stomach or chest like my husband always did, I wouldn’t fight him at all, and I would really treat him like he was my husband. My biggest concern wasn’t getting pregnant. It would definitely ruin my life, especially if the child wasn’t my husband’s. I told Simon he wouldn’t regret it if he chose to go with my urgent request.

Simon was still deep inside me. When I was on his chest, he was thinking about what I just said. He asked me why he didn’t have to spank me and take what he wanted. I had to think of something and I could only think of one thing. I whispered to him because it wouldn’t be like that if you did. I started driving slowly on Simon and my lips came to him and I kissed him as soft and deep as I could. My ass never stopped moving while I gave him a lift with every power I left in me. I tried harder for him when I tried my own husband sometimes. I knew I was full of it. Simon’s cum, so I wasn’t worried about tonight. That damage couldn’t be changed. But the future I could change and I was trying to do that now. I fucked Simon like it was my first time with a guy I really wanted to make feel special. I got in really fast when I felt my own hand was being led to my pussy. Simon told me to rub myself if I fucked him so he could see what a piece of shit I really was. I didn’t care about the words, they couldn’t hurt me. I wanted Simon to sign for my deal.

I lifted my head straight into the air and my hand spread the tops of my pussy lips when I searched my clit and jumped when I found it. I was really Simon good, but he only had 30 minutes ago CUM. I had nothing and my neighbor would have gotten me so close before he stopped. Now my body’s driving up and down Simon’s stiff dick… I tweeted my clit and took myself off with my hips pushing all over the place. I could feel the heat and moisture while my juices Simon’s pants and body washed. After I came, I pulled my head back down and kissed. Simon until he finally fooled me. When I stopped bending and Simon kissed and told him it would be like that when I had to fuck him, only he should promise to stop every time, no matter how good it felt. Simon had a smile that could light the back of a car. He looked at me and said my husband was a lucky man. I spoke fast and told him he was as happy, but he didn’t have to live with me every day, and he got it. The best part of the married life without working with the other parts. Simon smiled and knew I had him there. He promised to jerk off from now on, but only if I act like the sexiest slut he’d ever had.

It felt a little bit when I was with my husband. I was on top of Simon when I spoke and asked if we could talk straight for a few minutes. It surprised Simon, but he agreed. I asked him if Wayne knew he was fucking me in the car tonight. Simon didn’t want answers, but I said I wouldn’t be angry. Simon finally shook his head no what I thought. I asked Simon if he would keep this secret until I told him it was good to talk to Wayne. Simon wanted to know why, but I said I’d feel better if you didn’t tell him until I was ready. I wasn’t ready for my husband to know that I fucked the brains out of his best friend. I wasn’t sure our relationship was ready for that. Simon said it would cost me. I had to laugh at his statement. I shook my head and told him to keep both promises. And I would pay my debt, I always do. We kissed a little more, but then we looked. Simon went to his watch and we had to get back home. I cleaned up my old clothes and put the new clothes back on. We drove to my house and Simon parked the car in the garage before we shut the door behind us. We walked in and Wayne waited for our return. He saw my new outfit and said, “SUPER FANTASTIC.” I gave him a kiss like Simon said he had to go back to his house. I think my husband was surprised that he left for all the fun and mentally he wondered why. Simon left so fast before everything happened.

Wayne asked me what happened when my date took me out and I was acting weird and telling him that a girl doesn’t talk about her dates. I could tell Wayne he wanted to know, but he had other plans for me then. It was Saturday night and his last game till next week if he kept his word. No matter how tired I was, he took my hand and we went out for a drink and danced an hour before he got home. It surprised him how well I acted in the X-rated outfit I wore in public for him now. Everything grew on me, even the outfits. No one ever said anything to me, and I got more attention than I ever had. As long as I didn’t find someone I knew about work, I was fine with it. We played around until the club was closed and he drove me home and our last hour was nothing but fun sex. During our quiet time that we would talk about the day Wayne asked me how my date went with our neighbor. I told him well, and we usually picked an outfit to wear at home. I asked my husband if he really did. Luckily, this wild scene was where we lived now. His reaction was fast and just about to go. He told me that it changed his life in a life of joy and excitement and that he never wanted our attitude to change, no matter what happened in our lives. I knew this was my new life that I so desired and wanted to find. I knew deep down that it made me as excited as my husband. I didn’t want him to find out how far I’d let our neighbor go. I knew he hadn’t agreed to that yet and not sure if it was in his plans for me or not. I didn’t want him to find out by accident since I lied to him about tonight.

The next three days passed like a blur. I was busy at work and so was my husband. It was Wednesday that I found out that my husband was gonna be working late and not coming home till after 8:30 at the earliest. They made a report the next day. Wayne sounded excited about the report he was working on with his colleagues and said that if it worked out, his company could get a big check for the next few days. I didn’t know, but our neighbor also heard from Wayne that he had to work till 8:30. They must have had plans to do something together. It was the exact opening Simon was waiting for. It was about 4:30 when I got home and I wanted to make it a nice night. Around 5:00, the doorbell and Simon called with a dozen roses in his hands. I spoke to him and told him tonight wasn’t one of those nights, Wayne had to work very late. Simon came in and closed the door and smiled while He said I owed him something that kept his mouth shut. He let me know that Wayne had asked him what happened the night we were together. I asked Simon what he told my husband and he stayed with our story, it was mostly shopping, and that took about all night. I felt relieved when I heard his story matched mine. Then I felt that spike of my arm then Simon tried to lead me back to the bedroom like the last time he was here.

I told Simon we couldn’t do this behind my husband’s back. We had to wait until the timing was right. I got pulled back to my bathroom with a hard dick, and I begged Simon to wait for the weekend. I was pushed into the bathroom and Simon started taking my clothes out of my body. I remember begging Simon and he reminded me that I had to pay him back for keeping our promise and this is what he wanted. I didn’t want to do it, but I didn’t fight as hard as I should have. It felt like my husband had to wait in the living room until we got out. Simon put me in the bath and I knew exactly what to expect. He put me in front of the mirror and told me to put my face up. I reminded him that my husband would be home at 8:30 and he would see the makeup. Simon was smart enough to tell me to shower after he left. Nothing I could do was change tonight, I knew it, Simon knew, and I prayed my husband would never find out. This all happened again because of what I said I would do for a man with a promise I never should have done or agreed to. I promised to pay Simon back as long as he kept quiet and never said anything about us going all the way to my husband.

I was led to the bedroom and Simon made me dress in the cute pop outfit I hadn’t worn since the first few times they put me in it. Of course I had to have the heels and everything else. I didn’t get any panties and I knew where this was going when I was led to my own living room. Simon put on the same CD my husband played in this room last time. He took my hand and started dancing with me. I was about four centimeters bigger than him in the shoes I had. I felt his hands went straight to my bare ass when he pulled me close and started kissing me. I didn’t respond, so Simon stopped and pulled my face to his. He reminded me of my promise. I wanted to treat him like my husband. He also said I’d be a sexy slut for him if my husband wasn’t there. I spoke fast and said I didn’t say that. Simon said my other promises weren’t true either. He asked me if that one time in the backseat of the car was just a plague so I could get my way. I shook my head no and told him I was afraid of where this went. He pulled me around and said he’d stay here with me dressed like I was until he was happy that I kept my word against him. If that meant until Wayne got home, that was good for him. I can explain everything to him. That probably scared me more than Simon could say. I put my head in his shoulders and started dancing with him like I knew he wanted to. He whispered in my ear and asked me if the sexy slut he wanted to be with was back here. I could only shake my head unless I really wanted Simon to go at me and tell my men things I didn’t want him to know.

It barely took a song before we were kissing and my neighbor took every advantage of my body he could when he kept me close to him. He whispered in my ear when he found out how wet my pussy got. He told me I was a slutty girl who could treat her men. After the first song he brought me back in the bedroom and pushed me back on the bed. He was next to me, and I begged him to take me to the living, not in the bed that I shared with my husband every night. Lips moved to my ears, and I heard Simon tell me I was with my husband, remember? If you don’t, I’ll be here much longer than you want. I felt he kissed me and pulled his head down to his tongue softly. The juices licked when they streamed out of my body. It felt really bad and very good. I did this behind my husbands, but I did it mostly because of my husband. He’s the one who got our crazy neighbor into our games. I didn’t want anything to upset the new relationship I found with my husband right now. I wish Simon was never involved, but that was too late to change now.

I got so close like last time. Then Simon went upstairs and started kissing me. Just like the last time his stiff unprotected dick was out of his pants. I felt the hot stiff dick pushing my pussy lips and I got it. Simon asked him to fuck me again tonight. I felt his dick slipped in me and I grunted a little while when his balls stopped by cracking my ass. I spoke to him and told him to keep his word. Simon came back to me with my promise to fuck him and make him feel like no other woman could. If I did, he’d keep his promise and cum over my stomach. He started fucking me and I barely moved. A hard blow to my ass and that brought me back at the moment. I started kissing Simon and his dick fucked me as well as any other time in my life. I was probably a lot more excited because this was so new and I didn’t want to do it with him. I looked down and I saw. Simon’s thick purple head… Pushing my tight lips apart while they seem to be sitting on his dick… While he snuck into me as deep as his dick could push.

My hand was traced back to my own pussy and Simon told me exactly what he expected me to do. I don’t usually rub my own pussy like my husband fucked me, but I learned that this is something Simon always wanted me to do. I started rubbing my clit back then. Simon fucked me and kissed me as wet as he could. His tongue was on my mouth and I wanted to make him as happy as possible. I must have done great, because I started hearing Simon moan and telling me. I could screw them the best. I pulled out and told him not to come in me. He drew my head to his and mumbled that he wouldn’t forget. I drove him with all the energy I could heat up. My hips moved to meet his fabrics and my tongue was buried in his mouth. I knew my own fingers were about to take me down and my hips came from the bed when it finally happened. My moisture flooded us both again, and I was lost in the 20 or so, my body left me. Right at the end of my orgasm, I felt a sudden heat that made me want to close my eyes and do it forever. Four seconds later, I felt Simon pulling out of me and I panicked to see what happened. I was so happy to see that a giant whore blew my stomach and landed on my tits. I started telling myself, your safe, he kept his word. I couldn’t know this was about his fourth guesser from Cum. You can guess where the first three ended. It would be Simon’s way of seeing that I was happy. I was, but I shouldn’t have been. Simon used me just like he used all the other girls for me. I trusted him to keep his word, what a big mistake to make with something as important as this.

I turned my head back to Simon and whispered a thank you in his ear. He responded by kissing me and telling me. That I was the best girl he ever had. Had the pleasure of fucking. I think it was his way of complimenting me. And I said gently in his ear. I’d kill my husband if he ever told me that. Simon looked at his watch and only 40 minutes were over. It was barely 7 hours and we expected. Wayne’s not home till 8:30. Simon pulled me in, undressed me and slipped out of his clothes. I didn’t know what he was doing until he led me to the glass door and helped me in the pool. We swam around and the water felt really good. I’d only been naked two or three times. This time when I felt nice and refreshing. We swam 20 minutes and then we dry Simon took both of us and brought me back to the bedroom. This time, the lights were low and we kissed like we were truly lovers. I thought my head was led to Simon’s dick and this time I really wanted to do this for him. I slowly gave him a blow job I knew would make any man proud. It took Simon about eight minutes, but I liked it better than I thought. My reward was a throat full of CUM I swallowed without hesitation.

Simon took us both to the shower and helped me wash the makeup of my face. After we were both clean, he led me to the bed and made me soft in the middle of the bed. He could see how I looked at him differently tonight. He was really handsome and his body was excessively nice. It was just his age pulling me back. He was so much older when I was, and I knew he had so many sexual partners I could never count. Simon disappeared and a minute later, I heard the gentle sexy music playing in our bedroom. Simon came back and turned off all the lights, but one. He pulled up a chair and sat right at my bed. I watched him put both my arms over my head and spread my feet until they were on the other side of the bed. He moved to my head and told me this was his treat for the night. He didn’t want me to screw up by arguing. I didn’t know what he was gonna do. He made me close my eyes and told me to listen to the gentle sexy music. Then he took my right hand from above my hand and led it carefully to my slick pussy lips. I wasn’t wet then, but when he led my own finger to my pussy, I got excited and my juices started flowing.

I’ve reported how sexy Simon’s voice sounded when he took his hand and went to the end of the bed and sat in the chair. Then I found out exactly what to do for him. With my eyes closed and the sexy music in the background, I started rubbing myself and playing with my pussy like nobody was in the room and I tried to turn myself on. I felt so naughty and mean as I ever had in my life. I knew my older neighbour had a perfect view of my wide open legs, and I wanted to do a performance for him that would show him exactly how I pulled myself out when I was all alone. This was something my husband didn’t even know. I never wrestled for him, even when he fucked me and I really wanted to clam. Every bad thought did my mind the way I did this for our neighbor. He would make me stop and open my wet lips for him to see every detail of my body. I came around a few times to be stopped for 30 seconds while I opened my wet pussy lips. I don’t think I can remember. That I’ve come up with such nasty things. My slow masturbation took ten minutes, and until the end, I begged to get Simon. At the moment he told me that I could rub my fingers a few times over my clit and I jumped around the bed while I mounded and Simon told me how good this made me feel.

He told me not to open my eyes and rub softly until I couldn’t. I was very sensitive, but gently I rubbed my pussy while my hips jumped over the bed. When I couldn’t do it again, I opened my eyes and was shocked to find Simon out of the room. I got up and the flowers he brought me were in the living room. I looked around, but Simon was gone. I was going to get dressed before Wayne came home and suddenly my whole world was turned upside down. I had a great night with our neighbor, and I didn’t know what to think. He showed me a side of him I didn’t know and I dreamed about that night for many weeks. I went to our kitchen and started wondering if my husband would ever find out that Simon would sneak by tonight. I felt guilty enough then. Wayne came home at 8:45, I treated him like royalty, and before we went to bed, I sucked him as gentle as our neighbor. I felt safe in Wayne’s arms when we went to bed that night. I thought the whole night was very successful, and no one was gonna get hurt. In many ways, I was wrong, there was a person who would get hurt, no matter what happened in the future, that person was me!

For the change, I started catering to Wayne’s needs more than he did to mine. I don’t know if it was a debt complex or what, but I tried to do anything for him for the next few days. It was Friday when I knew my husband would want to play. Every Friday for the last two weeks, he had something planned with Simon about things they could do to me that night. Tonight wouldn’t be any different. I just had to work Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays. It was a perfect schedule for me and gave me enough time at home to keep track of things. When I came home and my husband wasn’t there, I wondered what would happen tonight. At 5:30, my night started. Wayne came home and he made me our normal routine for these nights. I took a bath, shaved my kitty, put up makeup and made up my hair. Then I saw him give me the new schoolgirl outfit I didn’t like. Those words “Porn STAR” got a little too close to home for me. When I was done, I got a big surprise. I was taken to the car and Simon wasn’t found. It would be a nice night if Wayne and I went out. I was a little surprised we went to the same store that Simon took me to when we bought this outfit.

I felt pretty comfortable tonight with only my husband at my side, and I’d been in this store before. For almost two hours my husband spent over $400 on me, and he chose the hottest and sexiest outfits and shoes he could buy. Four new expenses and everything that happened to them. Three new heels with a big shiny black set of kneecaps with heels not as wide as I hoped. I was glad my husband didn’t let me wear clothes from the store. I remember how embarrassed I am. I was when the man of my age had to cut off all the price tags from the outfit I wore last week. We drove about 45 minutes and we left town. We ended up in a very loud rock club and for once I saw other girls with outfits close to what I had. We stayed there dancing and talking to people we didn’t know for three wonderful hours. When we left, we both had good buzzes and I knew my husband brought me home. It was on the way home my husband told me very good and bad news. That report he was staying Wednesday night to write was a big hit. So big he left five or six days tomorrow afternoon. He flew to Houston with his boss to do the proposal with the company they sent it to. If everything was going to work out, he’d get a big bonus check for helping the big company land.

I was happy for him, but sad he’d be gone for six days. That’s why he had me alone tonight. He wanted a last good night alone with me. He also used the night to tell me about his trip tomorrow. We went home and went to bed. Tonight was more like what I’ve been using for the last two weeks. I combed it to all the pressure my husband probably had. I mean, it was fun, but not like the other times I collide so hard, I thought I’d fall out of the exhaust. I spent every moment at his side. He told me to keep my phone close and he’d call me that since there was no charge, if we spoke long distance from our cell phones. We could talk as long as we wanted without worrying about how much it would cost. The next morning we didn’t play together. Wayne had me help him pack and I drove him to his boss house around 10:30 in the morning, and that’s where they went to the airport. I kissed Wayne goodbye and told him to be careful while he was gone. I wanted him back safely.

I came home at 11:15 on Saturday afternoon. I came in and seconds later the doorbell called. On my step, Simon and I had a sinking feeling deep inside. I told Simon Wayne he wasn’t home and I told him he knew Wayne was five or six days in Texas. I should have known Simon already knew. When Simon took my hand and started pulling me the way he used to start one of his days, I just didn’t want to. I stopped and told Simon I needed a break and asked him if we could turn it off for a few days until I felt more playing. I never thought he wouldn’t listen to me. I wasn’t in the mood, and I told him. I felt scared to the bedroom and I kept my ground and told me. Simon that I meant it. Not today or tomorrow. I looked into Simon’s face and I could see he was thinking about it. Then like it was one of the nights my husband was here, he grabbed my arms when I yelled at him to get out and leave me alone. I said I’d report him if he didn’t just leave. Simon laughed and took my phone off the counter and put it in my hand. Go away, call WAYNE, but let me talk to him when you’re done.

I sat down the phone and yelled a little louder for Simon to get out. Then he picked me up and rushed me back to my bedroom kicking and really hit him with my fists. He saw my husband’s belt on the floor, and when we passed it, he picked it up and put it in his hand. I had jeans and a shirt and he knew how I fought, he probably wouldn’t get them off me. He threw me on the bed and used his weight to pin me. His knees were on my back, and that hurt when I heard the loudest doll when my husbands learned to leather belt directly over my jeans covered cheeks. Even with my pants on it, it felt like a horny nest was released into my pants. I made a loud scream and demanded that Simon let me go. I could usually stay naked for four or five minutes when I was beaten by hand. This folded belt was 30 seconds of a normal buttock cookie every time the belt landed on my ass. I didn’t know in no time my ass would track down as hard as Simon gave me a butt crack. I didn’t even have time to pursue my normal routine of crying. Everything started in less than 60 seconds after my ass started hitting.

I cried so hard that I was hoping the neighbors would hear me. Then I pushed my hand back and tried to stop the buttocks. As long as I was lying there on the bed to get my butts, I’ll probably never know. But I know the belt was a factor that made me tell Simon that he could have his time with me if he didn’t touch me with the belt again. He stopped, but not until he gave me two hard blows that came louder than the others so far. He turned me over and saw my face covered in tears and my eyes so red he couldn’t make another color. When I was on the bed, Simon cried me out and he told me while my husband was gone, he was the new man of the house. If I didn’t like it, Simon would call Wayne for me and explain everything we’d done so far. My head was shaking when I cried and after Simon took my pants off, everything flew out of my body. I was brought back to the bath and I screamed when the hot water hit my ass. Simon told me this would be the softest spark I’d ever get. If I didn’t keep my word and treat him like I said, he’d put lases on my ass that would stay until my husband came back from Texas.

I told myself I could never be beaten like that again. I hurt and the water burned me like I had open cuts. Of course not and I had some blue stripes on my ass, but I didn’t know that and my ass felt worse. I saw how my body was shaved when I got out of my tears, finally started to dry up. I was pushed for the mirror and because I was so bad that Simon painted me like I was working the streets. None of today went well. All because I tried to stand my ground and not give to our neighbor. There was nothing I could do unless I was ready to let Wayne find out what we did. I know I’m at least twice against. Wayne would have lied if it wasn’t about what happened anymore. I couldn’t tell him until I knew he heard right about it. What if he really got so angry that he didn’t want to see me anymore? In my mind, that was a real opportunity. When I was pulled into the bedroom, I could tell Simon I was as angry as I was. I couldn’t let it go like that. I knew nothing good would come of it.

I suddenly put in my tracks and without crying, I asked Simon if I could just say my word. At first he said no, but when I convinced him he’d like what I had to say, he led me to the bed and sat down. I made a moan, but I tried to hide it from Simon. I knew I had to change our attitudes fast. I looked at Simon and told him I was sorry. He was right about destroying my ass and I didn’t blame him. I told him if he’d forgive me, I’d spend the day with him and do exactly what he expected me to do. I got up and pulled his body to mine and kissed him like I meant it. When we broke our kiss, Simon had a big smile and I felt better inside that he didn’t want to punish me for how I started with him the rest of the day. I still didn’t want to do this with my husband gone, but I never wanted Simon to know that again. I had five or six days to survive, and if it came to call my husband to tell him everything, well, I never wanted that to happen, ever.

I had to. Show Simon where all the new outfits were bought for me. I had, like, five sets I could take off and three or four of those costumes played in front of them. My baby pop outfit and my maid costume fit into that catagory. After watching every little outfit, Simon picked out a short skirt with gold zippers out of the way. It was about as mini as a skirt could cover me up. If I stood up, it would cover me, but every wind or a bow would show anything underneath. I don’t know why. Simon loved the “Porn STAR” so much, but I let that tank slip over my body and then I got a red stockings that didn’t even get to the bottom of my skirt. Simon chose a new pair of white heels as high as any other pair, about four centimeters from the ground. It pushed me all the way up in the sky, but in the end, I started getting us to them and I walked way better with my heels than my toes. Talk about a slutty me outfit. It was this one.

I didn’t say anything until Simon took me into the living room and sat me in the chair. He told me not to move when he went back to the bedroom to get something he brought. If you wanted to see a face white, you should have seen mine as soon as I knew what he had. I started getting up, but I didn’t. I shook my head and begged. Simon to not take pictures of me, that was something only my husband could possess. I had fought my husband and tooth and he won this, but I knew that if Simon took pictures of me he owned, there would be nothing to stop him from showing them who he wanted. I was a married woman, and I couldn’t take pictures of me dressed or worse that my friends could see them. I started getting up when Simon suddenly pulled my husband’s belt out of his back pocket. I started crying and I said Simon didn’t have to suppress this problem. It meant so much to me that no one had pictures of me except my husband. I saw Simon walking towards me with the belt in his hand and I put my head down and I cried when I asked him not to use the belt on me anymore. I drew my ass back then Simon touched me, but instead of giving me spank, he put his cellphone in my face. He pressed a few buttons and suddenly all the nasty pictures of him shagging me and me playing with myself, suddenly came into the little window. I was shocked then. Simon told me Wayne sent all the photos to him. I shook my head no, but then I… Simon showed me enough pictures to confirm his story, I had to drop my head and think really bad things about my husband. He promised me no one else would have them. I knew this would happen. I just knew it.

Wayne had no power over me, but suddenly I knew he had it. I jumped into his arms and told him Simon that my whole life was in his hands. If one of those dirty photos were to come out, I’d have to give up my job and probably move from the area. I begged him not to send them to someone else. I looked up and Simon laughed when he told me how naive. I had to be for my husband. He said all the time we took pictures with a cell phone and all you ever do with cell phone photos is send them to other people. Those words were so true in my mind when I cried and realized that Simon probably got all my pictures of my husband’s phone. He had to send them to him, there was no other way. I finally admitted and told. Simon that he could only take pictures of me if he promised to never show them, not even my husband. I knew the promise would be shallow, but it’s all I had. He had a phone full of pictures that could make my life hell. All I hated most was being routine in my relationship with our neighbor. When I sat there and tried to dry my tears, the very expensive, super small camera pictures of me on the highest solution a person could buy.

After I arranged it, Simon had me refresh my makeup. It was all over the side of my cheeks. I just started crying again, but I didn’t. When I got out of the posing, everything started over. I could feel how wet my panties got back then. Simon pretended to be a paid professional. Eventually he shoved the camera in his pocket and told me not to move from where I was. I looked at the clock and it was a little past noon, that’s it. Simon came up with a little bag of stuff. He took me to my car and shoved me in the passenger seat. He came in and drove us about 50 minutes. I didn’t even know where we were. He turned the corner and there was the big sign, HOLIDAY SPRINGS PARK. It took us $1,000 to get into the park and Simon seemed to know where he was going. We parked next to about 30 other cars, and I still had a little outfit flashing my ass every time I took a step. We walked two minutes and the sidewalk broke. I had two signs telling me everything I needed to know, NORMAL SPRINGS and CLODING OPTIAL SPRINGS. I looked at Simon and I voted for a care. I knew exactly what he planned for me. I begged him like I always did to take me somewhere else. When we turned the corner, my eyes grew as wide as they could.

I looked at 25 different people and couples and most of them were 100% naked. I saw most of them fat and didn’t look so good. I saw some good men and one or two pretty good-looking women. They were more Simon’s age than mine. I started shaking back then. Simon pulled me hard through the group until he found a nice place close to the hot springs. I watched Simon lay down a sheet for us and pushed me on the sheet when I looked around with fear on my face. He turned my body around so that my feet were in the place where all the other people were. No one could leave us now because the hot loans were there with people swimming in it. I was shaking so bad Simon grabbed his camera and took four or five pictures of me sitting next to the water. Cameras weren’t allowed, but no one really enforced unless that’s all you could do. Everyone there was waiting for me to undress. I was the most fun girl there that day.

I started fighting with Simon when his hands untied my top. All he had to do was whisper in my ear to settle fast. He had so much on me that I would never exhume myself. The photos alone scared me to death. I’d really give it to my husband when he got home. He promised me no one would get them except him. He really cheated on me and I knew it could ruin us every time someone found the pictures. I started pouting and Simon said if I had to cry to lie back so no one would see me. That’s exactly what I did. Slowly, my clothes were stripped from my body and every eye looked at me when Simon finally pulled the little panties off my body. My shaved pussy was there for 30 or 40 people to stare out. I was so upset that I was shaking and trying not to cry my hardest so other people could hear me. I felt my head lifting and some of my clothes were blown up and used as a pillow under my head. Then I dreaded when something warm washed on my legs and the scent told me that the baby oil was rubbed over my body. I couldn’t move a part of my body, I was scared.

I felt a steady power of warm baby oil pouring my pussy. The liquid moved slowly to my pussy slips and locked up every part of my body. Then I felt hands on my legs and I tried my hardest to keep them together. It wasn’t until I heard Simon asked me to go for a walk and talk to other people that I started relaxing my muscles and my ankles were ripped apart about 18 centimeters. After my entire front was covered in smooth baby oil, Simon stood up and took more unveiled pictures of me. He moved to my head and the next photos told everyone where I was, like, a naked beach. When Simon took pictures pointing to others, some men leaned a camera out of their bag and took a few of me. They knew we wouldn’t complain since my husband or my friend took pictures with others in it. I know I would have fainted on the sheet if I’d known other men were taking pictures, thank God I never saw it. I was naked for more and more people for almost two hours. I refused to open my eyes even when I was told to turn over. I didn’t know, but Simon was naked in the sun, too. I couldn’t care less about his state of dress, I knew I was naked and everyone saw me as smooth as the day I was born.

I’ll never know how many pictures Simon took or the other people took from me. It was about three hours in the afternoon when Simon picked me up and started wiping me off with his towel. I was never as happy as that moment. I helped him get dressed and I walked back to my car faster than I ever did. He drove me further to the park and stopped in a remote place where he knew no one would bother us. I was helped push in the backseat. I looked at Simon and asked if he didn’t have enough for one day. He let me know my attitude, and if it took so long, he’d teach me a lesson like he did at the house. When I saw him lift my husband’s belt out of the bag, I went up for him. I knew the sting of the belt, never back, no matter what it cost me. It took me three minutes to undress me again. I was still very smooth from the oil that still covered up my body. Simon let me know he liked the feeling and looked a lot. Simon pulled out all of his clothes, and as I was, he was still covered in remanets from the baby oil. He pulled my naked body on top and we started kissing like we had a few times earlier.

It took him 30 minutes to get my engines running. I didn’t want them to start, but somehow he could feel the change and my pillow started to get serious. He’d pushed himself deep into me and because of the baby lotion, I was as smooth as ever. He didn’t move for ten minutes until I finally came in and let go. When I did, it was like old times with him. He really turned me on with his long wet pillows and his hands were on my ass to slowly move them, which made my pussy glide around his dick. I wouldn’t call this at all. He moved me into circles, unknown to me, it felt fantastic about his dick. My kitty had warmed up all the hot baby oil that was in my body right now and Simon moved me slowly into circles in such a way that his dickhead got a soft, warm massage, even though the rest of his cock could feel nothing but a fitness. He moved me about five or six minutes, and we were kissing each other like we really loved each other. The dark purple tip of his dick that looked like a mushroom to me was growing wider what caused my little moves to cause more pleasure on his body. I never had a man like that who fucked me like that. As far as I knew, we didn’t move in at all.

Simon really pulled me over when he used his other hand to move my ass into slow circles. The tip of his dick came open as a flower when the pressure in his body told him he couldn’t last ten seconds. For the first time he lifted my hips and like he did, he told me to fuck him slowly until he felt he was ready to clam. I was just gonna say something, but Simon hit me. He said we’d remember our promise, give him a ride he’ll remember. It was after only two slow motions of my hips that Simon took my hair and took me away to tell me it was perfect, keep it up. Why I couldn’t say a man was climbing in me, I’ll never understand. His big mushroom headpik poured the slime so deep into my body that his dick could force it. I moved slowly, thinking I haven’t fucked him in 20 seconds. I drove him all the way through his orgasm and Simon hid it as a pro of mine. I was so wet and moist that his fat ass didn’t even make a difference in the way it felt in me.

It was really hard for Simon to stop me at first. Only a few times earlier, he could allow a girl to fuck him with two orgasms in a row without letting her stop or take him out. After a minute, Simon got his second wind. He knew I had a long fuck for me if he had to climb a second time so I could see him shoot at my stomach. It was Simon’s time to talk to me and tell me what a nice slut I was to him. I listened to his words, but I didn’t think they were affecting me. I fucked him about four minutes when he told me how tight my perfect pussy was. It was when he started telling me. How many men saw my body. Today and wish they could have a piece of me that my own body started to react to what I did. I hadn’t started touching myself since my neighbor didn’t ask me that. While Simon kept talking about the boys and girls who couldn’t keep an eye on me, my body really started responding, and it happened really fast after I realized I was shown to at least 40 different people.

I still fucked Simon without missing a beat. Now all of a sudden, my own pace took up and Simon caused it by talking to me the way he was. He wasn’t around, so he used the time to see how I would respond to very annoying conversation. It was better than he hoped. I started shaking back then. Simon told me to push my tight ass faster and down. I drove him with as much power as I did last time in the car. Wayne saw my face and I was about to clam when I fucked him as hard as my body could move. I heard Simon ask me once if I was his slutty new woman who would do anything to please him, whatever it was or where it happened. I felt Simon stopped my hips when my orgasm was about to jump. And he told me to answer his question. It was like he took a good drug out of my hands. I had to. I left a loud coat out when I moved his hand and started to drop my pussy on his dick. Simon told me to tell him again. What I was to him. While my orgasm shaking my body after six long minutes of fucking, my voice spoke loud and with a hesitation I yelled at him, I was his slutty sexy wife who would do anything for him and for all. I was so excited that I kept pumping my pussy on his dick.

It took about 90 seconds for my tension to slowly dive into my body. Then Simon started spitting and called me a slutty bitch who needed a man like that to check her out. I could see in his face that he was close. I saw him accurately and I’d rip him off if I thought he was clawing. On my great satisfaction, he pulled up my hips, and I watched his slob blow my stomach and landed a little higher than my abdomen. I sat back and started. To kiss Simon as gentle as I knew how. We kissed for five minutes and I laughed and I laughed. Simon for a very good time. He told me the day was young. I kissed him on the cheek and told him I was glad he kept his word. He told me it took a while to warm him up today, but I finally did. He used a towel to clean me up, and luckily I didn’t see the white goo slowly dripping out of my pussy. I saw all the slime on my stomach that Simon wiped. He cleaned me up four minutes before I got dressed. We drove straight to a small food residue and we were both starved from all the sex we worked hard on. I couldn’t take my body away from Simon and even with people staring at my outfit, I couldn’t even see it anymore.

When we went home around 5:00, my phone called and it was my husband. They were in Dallas, and he said he couldn’t talk much, but he’d call me tomorrow. In two minutes, he said he had to run and the short call was suddenly over. I looked at Simon and he looked at me. I smiled and said Wayne would have an upset woman when he came back. Simon asked me why and I told him how. Wayne promised me no one else would see my pictures. During the long drive, we were talking about the camera and other things that really bothered me. For once I opened a man, but it wasn’t my husband, it was my oversexed neighbor, I spilled my guts, too. Simon was a good listener when he wanted to be for this. Simon said we had to make another deal. He told me he knew How scared I was that pictures would come out. He would promise me that my pictures would never leave his camera if I gave him something. The first thing I asked him was how he could handle something like that. He said I could keep the camera for him. I could never erase a picture, and if I did the deal, it was off. But with it in my possession, Simon couldn’t do anything with the photos I didn’t want him to. That sounded too good to be true. I asked him what he wanted from me, I was hoping it was something I could live with so I could keep the camera in possession.

I listened to every word Simon said. He said if my husband wasn’t there, I’d do whatever Simon wanted as long as no one saw us and we could keep it a secret from Wayne. Simon said it would be safe and my husband wasn’t home or out of town. I looked at Simon and asked him if it was. I knew he already did that to me. Simon told me to change my attitude to him. From now on, when we were together, he was the boss, I was his sexy sex kitten who would do anything for him when he wanted it. I looked at Simon and told him that was a lot to ask. I asked him how many times he wanted to see me every week. He told me if my husband was there, not more than twice a week. But he told me that if my husband was gone, I belonged to him all the time. I had Simon give me the camera, and I asked again if I could keep this, except when he used it. When Simon shook his head, yeah, I jumped the deal. That would be a huge load I don’t have to worry about. I wanted to talk to my husband when he came back. Wayne still had those pictures of me on his phone. Then I started thinking about it, maybe we can make another deal and I’d be all out of hot water…

I kept talking to everything that came into my head. It wasn’t until we were 20 miles from home that I asked Simon if he had any other things he wanted with me that he couldn’t. I got my hopes up when I asked him what they were. The first one really dunked me. I’d like to take a friend to see. How nice I had a sex toy. I turned my head from her to her and mentally didn’t say noPE. I asked Simon what else he was thinking and I was surprised he didn’t say anything else. I sat there a few miles and it really bothered me that Simon had those pictures of my husband with his cell phone. That was all I wasn’t in control. I wasn’t sure about this only option he pushed into my lap. I started to remember all the people I didn’t know today on the nude beach that saw me naked. I spoke and surprised Simon by asking if I knew this person he ever wanted to bring. He shook his head no, it was someone I never met. It sounded really tempting. I can get control of my life if I’ve worked this out properly. Just when we moved into my garage, I changed to Simon and asked him what he’d give me if I didn’t know this person I didn’t know in one night. When Simon parked the car, all his attention was my way. What do you want?

I kissed him and reminded him how the picture really bothered me. I said I was mad at Wayne because I left all those pictures out of his power. I told Wayne he’d have a lot of pictures on the little digital camera in my bag. If he would remove the pictures of me from his phone, I would allow him to take a friend to one of our nights. Simon didn’t blink an eye. Ready! I was led in the living room and Simon turned his cell on and turned it into camera mode. He selected memory chip and we waited two minutes until the phone said it was done. I took it and looked at the photographer and it said SERO. I hugged Wayne and told him it was easier than I thought. I saw Wayne shake his shoulder like it was nothing. I was a really lucky girl right now. How could I know that every picture of me was on his computer in his house? He even wanted to borrow the camera’s memory chip when I didn’t copy it to his computer. I would’ve won everything back mentally, but physically, he would have access to any nasty photo I’d ever taken on his computer. I laughed when Wayne stripped me naked and passed when we both jumped naked in the pool. We turned around and acted like we were teenagers. When we got out, I was taken to the bedroom and Simon chose the sexiest night clothes my husband bought me.

It was a pink little outfit that looked soft, but I still saw Thru. The outfit came up with a few pink slips that were open again at the cut. I let my neighbour dress me and he shot me with perfume and let me fix myself in the mirror. I came back to Simon lying on the couch watching TV. We were in each other’s arm all night. Around 11:15 that night, Simon picked me up, like both boys liked to do and brought me to my bedroom. He completely undressed and we hugged each other when we got out without really getting air. I could feel how I’d reconsidered my legs and bed. I was very excited. I saw Simon turn off the lights, and then I hit that he didn’t go home tonight. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but his body was in mine, and I loved that I didn’t have to worry about the pictures. I fell asleep in a deep sleep and Simon didn’t feel up two hours later. He opened my bag, took the camera and ran to his house. 30 minutes later, he was back with every photo on his camera, safely on his computer’s hard drive. I didn’t even tamper when he was back in bed. I slept like a baby till around 7:15.

I felt hands rub my tits, and then I felt Simon’s hard cock slowly rubbing down my pussy lips from behind. He pulled me a little more on my side, and when he came up perfectly, he stopped my movement and his dick was firm between my two pussy lips. I wasn’t wet yet, but a little more playing and I’d flood the bed with my juices again. The minute Simon found the hot fluid, he knew I was wet and ready to fuck. Slowly, he raised me all six or seven centimeters from his boner dick from behind. He wasn’t in a hurry, and I hadn’t moved a muscle since he started. It was a slow morning fuck I could feel with every tragedy stroke he made. This morning, I could feel that his fat head pushed my pussy lips open and slowly forcing me as long as my body would allow it to go. I felt every time his balls were on the side of my legs when he was buried in the hilt in me. I moved a little bit and he kept me very quiet. He wanted to slow me down and feel his dick went missing in him.

His hands started playing with my nipples when his sexy dick stuck in me every few seconds. It was a nice fuck, like yesterday when he moved my body around his dick. My body had to feel really good for Simon because he finally took my butt cheeks and turned them into circles like yesterday. He still fucked me slowly, but my feelings went from his stiff dick slowly into me moving to his hands in circles. It was all part of his game. He was about to clam and didn’t want to waste any of this big fuck by pulling out. When he started to notice that he lifted my head and moved my lips to his. All this was to hide the first two explosive squirrels that would fill me with uterus without knowing. Simon was the most smooth person I’ve ever met. He knew so much more about sex. He had a lot of other friends he learned all these things from. I left him in my life, and now I fell for him, even though I still loved my husband. I didn’t know if a woman could love two men, but it started happening to me. I was never made for such a fool by a man. I kissed Simon as hard as he used to fuck me slowly and make me feel like a whole other woman.

When my body changed and I kissed Simon on the lips, my ass was drawn into circles and Simon’s hips never changed rhythm while he was slowly fucking me and his dangerous load emptied into my body. About three minutes we kissed, and then I went all crazy about my back then. Simon pulled out of me and told me not to move. I watched him grab some hand lotion and slowly rub it in my boobs. Before I knew it was a full body rub and when that white lotion was poured over my pussy, Simon knew his secret was safe again. I was so easy to mislead in comparison to the single girls he normally had. I think being married to a man like Wayne made me trust more people than I should have. It would probably cost me in ways I didn’t want to think about. Simon smashed my tight ass in and made me jump and make breakfast. We were both naked and we helped cook eggs and bacon. We cooked in the nude, ate in the nude, and we took a quick morning swim in the nude. It was like I was back in college when I went out alone with my husband. We stayed in bed a lot, but we never had that much fun because we didn’t have our own place like we did right now.

Simon mentioned about ten things he wanted me to do. It was Sunday morning and Simon said he had to make a few calls. I went in, took a bath, and for the first time I shaved like I did. Simon asked me. I got out and tried to fix my face and her in a way that Simon would want. He told me to get into something that would change every head if we walked on the street. I was surprised how easy he made me do everything he asked me to do. I put together a little skirt and on top of knowing I would do the job. I wanted to make Simon happy, and I knew this outfit would do it. I came to the living room and Simon hung up the phone. He looked at me and said he couldn’t have done better. I had a pink pink skirt on that barely hung over my ass. I matched a nice white blouse that showed a little more of my boobs than I ever showed. The shirt was made to wear a bra, but for Simon, I let it go as I knew he would. I worked the outfit out with some sassy pink heels that were as big as all my others, but these heels were as focused as a pencil tip. I’d never been so thin in heels and I knew it was a big mistake. It was too late when my neighbor saw me in them. He loved the whole outfit and I’d be in it all day.