At first glance, we seem like a normal couple. If you saw us walking down the street this afternoon, I was wearing just any jeans and a black Nike shirt, and she had on a short red top that showed off the beauty of her stomach and a light-colored jean that accentuated a perfect butt, the kind that makes you want to stare at it as you pass by.
But when we get home, everything is different, sometimes even opposite of what others do. This afternoon, when we arrived at our apartment, she was very excited (something quite common for her).
-Are you mine today? she asked with morbidness, kissing me and sliding her hands over my glutes.
When I felt the fine texture of my underwear, she pulled it up to expose it outside of my jeans.
-It seems like yes she said, biting her lower lip, a gesture that instantly makes me hard.
And even today, after all these years, her determination and taste for perversion still make me feel embarrassed, something that excites her even more because she immediately takes on a dominant position and I fall into her trap. I smiled to say yes, although she already assumed it. She smiled when she saw me smile and ordered us to go to the bedroom. I obeyed without resistance, deep down this is also part of my desire and pleasure.
Already in the bedroom, she has the absurd habit of closing the door, even though no one can see or enter. But she does it anyway. It's when she transforms into the dominant person that she is. All her tenderness turns into an insatiable demon that will take your pleasure to the extreme.
-Take off your clothes she ordered.
I obeyed immediately. In an instant, I was only wearing my underwear: a gray thong with red hearts (although I think they're purple).
Without taking her eyes off my thong, she approached me until I was close, kissing me with fury and making me understand that she wants me despite being so rare. It was already hard but not what she wanted, at least not at first. She caressed my cock through the thong out of pure courtesy. She turned me around with force and ended up with her back to me, kissing my neck while her hands ran over me in a chaotic way. She pushed me towards the bed and I fell onto the mattress. Before I could react, she was already on top of me, kissing my back, descending to my glutes. Her reactions became uncontrolled: she spread my glutes with force and bit me, stopping only when she heard my screams, but this was due to pain not pleasure.
-Excuse me -she said timidly, recognizing her own fury as something uncontrollable.
But in an instant, she lost control again. She pulled down my thong with a jerk and plunged her tongue into my sphincter. My groan turned into a muffled and grave supplication that got lost through the pillow.
After that came her fingers, which started entering one by one, but all with the same pleasure. First one, then two, finally three and I wanted to say stop but she's insatiable and won't let you stop. But from three there is no four except for the entire hand. Absolute, unique, impossible to describe with words feeling her hand making force on my ass, to afterwards after much trying to enter. The sincere groan came out of my mouth but this time not onto the pillow but onto the same air we were breathing. Extreme pleasure, authentic pleasure of those who decide to seek the true face of human pleasure without prejudice. Yes, my wife was putting her entire fist up my ass and that's how we both liked it because she also groaned with her hand inside my ass.
Suddenly she pulled it out and left me on the verge of prolapse, but her fingers were opening my sphincter to let it prolapse without guilt. At that moment we reached the peak of perversion, because she started licking my prolapsed asshole.
After that she would give me a turn and it was when my cock entered the scene. Her hand continued to enter my ass but this time her mouth sucked my cock as hard as I could hold it. At that point everything reached the true and authentic climax, because with her hand inside my ass the orgasm occurred but not ejaculation because the pressure of her hand prevented the semen from leaving my body. The orgasm became unbearable and yet eternal until she decided to take her hand out so that my semen could finally find their way out, which was her mouth. My body collapsed in front of such pleasure; because there I was like a man who dared to have an orgasm as intense as losing his sense of reality for an instant.
Finally everything calmed down. Her hand left my mouth while she swallowed my semen. After that came a pause without mind where we only recovered from our morbidities. She approached me with tenderness because she also managed to reach her orgasm. A sincere kiss, like it couldn't be any other way after such an act.
I love you, I say with modesty unable to open my eyes due to the shame that gives us our way of having sex.
I too, she responds filled with joy.
After that comes a shower, wine and dinner. I always want to return the favor but she says it's not necessary, that today was my moment. I smile and kiss her again telling her how much I love her. We are naked and seem like one of the most normal couples, although pretending to be so has become one of our morbidities lately.
But when we get home, everything is different, sometimes even opposite of what others do. This afternoon, when we arrived at our apartment, she was very excited (something quite common for her).
-Are you mine today? she asked with morbidness, kissing me and sliding her hands over my glutes.
When I felt the fine texture of my underwear, she pulled it up to expose it outside of my jeans.
-It seems like yes she said, biting her lower lip, a gesture that instantly makes me hard.
And even today, after all these years, her determination and taste for perversion still make me feel embarrassed, something that excites her even more because she immediately takes on a dominant position and I fall into her trap. I smiled to say yes, although she already assumed it. She smiled when she saw me smile and ordered us to go to the bedroom. I obeyed without resistance, deep down this is also part of my desire and pleasure.
Already in the bedroom, she has the absurd habit of closing the door, even though no one can see or enter. But she does it anyway. It's when she transforms into the dominant person that she is. All her tenderness turns into an insatiable demon that will take your pleasure to the extreme.
-Take off your clothes she ordered.
I obeyed immediately. In an instant, I was only wearing my underwear: a gray thong with red hearts (although I think they're purple).
Without taking her eyes off my thong, she approached me until I was close, kissing me with fury and making me understand that she wants me despite being so rare. It was already hard but not what she wanted, at least not at first. She caressed my cock through the thong out of pure courtesy. She turned me around with force and ended up with her back to me, kissing my neck while her hands ran over me in a chaotic way. She pushed me towards the bed and I fell onto the mattress. Before I could react, she was already on top of me, kissing my back, descending to my glutes. Her reactions became uncontrolled: she spread my glutes with force and bit me, stopping only when she heard my screams, but this was due to pain not pleasure.-Excuse me -she said timidly, recognizing her own fury as something uncontrollable.
But in an instant, she lost control again. She pulled down my thong with a jerk and plunged her tongue into my sphincter. My groan turned into a muffled and grave supplication that got lost through the pillow.
After that came her fingers, which started entering one by one, but all with the same pleasure. First one, then two, finally three and I wanted to say stop but she's insatiable and won't let you stop. But from three there is no four except for the entire hand. Absolute, unique, impossible to describe with words feeling her hand making force on my ass, to afterwards after much trying to enter. The sincere groan came out of my mouth but this time not onto the pillow but onto the same air we were breathing. Extreme pleasure, authentic pleasure of those who decide to seek the true face of human pleasure without prejudice. Yes, my wife was putting her entire fist up my ass and that's how we both liked it because she also groaned with her hand inside my ass.Suddenly she pulled it out and left me on the verge of prolapse, but her fingers were opening my sphincter to let it prolapse without guilt. At that moment we reached the peak of perversion, because she started licking my prolapsed asshole.After that she would give me a turn and it was when my cock entered the scene. Her hand continued to enter my ass but this time her mouth sucked my cock as hard as I could hold it. At that point everything reached the true and authentic climax, because with her hand inside my ass the orgasm occurred but not ejaculation because the pressure of her hand prevented the semen from leaving my body. The orgasm became unbearable and yet eternal until she decided to take her hand out so that my semen could finally find their way out, which was her mouth. My body collapsed in front of such pleasure; because there I was like a man who dared to have an orgasm as intense as losing his sense of reality for an instant.Finally everything calmed down. Her hand left my mouth while she swallowed my semen. After that came a pause without mind where we only recovered from our morbidities. She approached me with tenderness because she also managed to reach her orgasm. A sincere kiss, like it couldn't be any other way after such an act.
I love you, I say with modesty unable to open my eyes due to the shame that gives us our way of having sex.
I too, she responds filled with joy.
After that comes a shower, wine and dinner. I always want to return the favor but she says it's not necessary, that today was my moment. I smile and kiss her again telling her how much I love her. We are naked and seem like one of the most normal couples, although pretending to be so has become one of our morbidities lately.
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