At first glance, we seem like a normal couple. If you saw us walking down the street this afternoon, I was wearing any old jeans and a black Nike shirt, and she had on a short red top that showed off the beauty of her abdomen and a light-colored jean that accentuated a perfect butt, the kind that makes you want to stare at it as you cross the street.
But when we get home, everything is different, sometimes even opposite to what others do. This afternoon, upon arriving at our apartment, she was very excited (something quite habitual for her).
Are you mine today? she asked with morbidness, kissing me and sliding her hands over my glutes.
Feeling the fineness of my underwear, she pulled it up to expose it outside of my jeans.
It seems so, she said, biting her lower lip, a gesture that knows how to make me hard instantly.
And even today, after all these years, her determination and taste for perversion still give me shame, 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, as 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 us. But she still does it. It's there that she transforms into the dominant being 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 left with only my underwear: a gray thong with red hearts (although I think they're purple).
Without taking her gaze off my thong, she approached me until I was hers, kissing me with fury and making me understand that she desires me despite being so rare. It had already gotten hard but it's not what she wants, at least not at first. She caressed my cock through the thong out of pure courtesy. She turned me around with force and I ended up facing away from her, as she kissed my neck while her hands ran over me in a chaotic manner. 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 uncontrollable: she spread my glutes with force and bit me, stopping only when she heard my screams, but this was due to pain and not pleasure.
-Excuse me -she said timidly, recognizing her own fury as something uncontrollable.
But an instant later, 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 isn't four instead the entire hand. Absolute, unique, impossible to describe with words feeling her hand making force on my ass, to afterwards after trying hard 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 at the edge of prolapse, but her fingers were opening my sphincter so that I could prolapse without guilt. At that moment we reached the peak of perversion, because she started licking my prolapsed asshole.
After that she would turn around 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 on. 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 at the same time 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 from so much pleasure; because I was there like a man who dared to have an orgasm as intense as it would lose its sense of reality, even if only for an instant.
Finally everything calmed down. Her hand left my mouth while she swallowed my semen. After that came a pause without mind in which we only recovered from our morbidities. She approached me with tenderness because she also managed to reach her orgasm. A sincere kiss, as it couldn't be otherwise after such an act.
I love you - I say with modesty unable to open my eyes from the shame that gives us our way of having sex.
I do too - she responds full of jubilation.
Then comes a shower, wine and dinner. I always want to return the favor but she says it's not today, that today is my moment. I smile and kiss her again telling her how much I love her. We're naked and it seems like we're 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 to what others do. This afternoon, upon arriving at our apartment, she was very excited (something quite habitual for her).
Are you mine today? she asked with morbidness, kissing me and sliding her hands over my glutes.
Feeling the fineness of my underwear, she pulled it up to expose it outside of my jeans.
It seems so, she said, biting her lower lip, a gesture that knows how to make me hard instantly.
And even today, after all these years, her determination and taste for perversion still give me shame, 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, as 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 us. But she still does it. It's there that she transforms into the dominant being 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 left with only my underwear: a gray thong with red hearts (although I think they're purple).
Without taking her gaze off my thong, she approached me until I was hers, kissing me with fury and making me understand that she desires me despite being so rare. It had already gotten hard but it's not what she wants, at least not at first. She caressed my cock through the thong out of pure courtesy. She turned me around with force and I ended up facing away from her, as she kissed my neck while her hands ran over me in a chaotic manner. 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 uncontrollable: she spread my glutes with force and bit me, stopping only when she heard my screams, but this was due to pain and not pleasure.-Excuse me -she said timidly, recognizing her own fury as something uncontrollable.
But an instant later, 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 isn't four instead the entire hand. Absolute, unique, impossible to describe with words feeling her hand making force on my ass, to afterwards after trying hard 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 at the edge of prolapse, but her fingers were opening my sphincter so that I could prolapse without guilt. At that moment we reached the peak of perversion, because she started licking my prolapsed asshole.After that she would turn around 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 on. 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 at the same time 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 from so much pleasure; because I was there like a man who dared to have an orgasm as intense as it would lose its sense of reality, even if only for an instant.Finally everything calmed down. Her hand left my mouth while she swallowed my semen. After that came a pause without mind in which we only recovered from our morbidities. She approached me with tenderness because she also managed to reach her orgasm. A sincere kiss, as it couldn't be otherwise after such an act.
I love you - I say with modesty unable to open my eyes from the shame that gives us our way of having sex.
I do too - she responds full of jubilation.
Then comes a shower, wine and dinner. I always want to return the favor but she says it's not today, that today is my moment. I smile and kiss her again telling her how much I love her. We're naked and it seems like we're one of the most normal couples, although pretending to be so has become one of our morbidities lately.
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