My 'addiction' to those stories wasn't terribly healthy, I guess.Then our anniversary night. Wow. That was an awakening for me. When confronted with t...e reality of the hotwife, my immediate reaction was to recoil. I wanted to go back to vanilla sex and quiet close loving. But John had seen that spot on my soul that still enjoyed what was happening. He knew that if it was teased right, it could take over. I found I could enjoy many aspects of the situation.The draw of the 'secret' power I had. "Please, honey!"She raised up and looked down at his prick, she wanted it in her mouth in the worst way, but she was afraid she would bite it! She was riding along the rim of a wonderful orgasm, she was frantic, she was waiting and waiting for the big, wild moment! The ache in her crotch was better than ever!Oh, I was going to slide all over him and rub my pussy everywhere! she thought dizzily. But I can next time or the time after that! I just HAD to bring my cunt down to his mouth. OHHH, it's. He turned his back to me and crossed his arms. ‘Noooooo’, my mind was screaming, ‘noooo, don’t leave me here pleading, please, please, at least give me a chance to prove myself’. I put one foot forward and grabbed him with both arms around his waist, putting my weight on to him, holding on for life. I knew it was wrong and perhaps he would become furious, but there was nothing more I could do to hold on. He pushed me away, turned around and grabbed both my wrists. My arms twisted, he took a. I wanted to share this with him; my decision as well as his. We walked over the spiral staircase into the bedroom and locked it from inside.I was wearing a plain red siffon sari, v-necked matching red silk blouse and white innerwear. A pair of tiny shiny pearl earrings, the mangalsutra, a thin necklace with a small diamond encased in a heart-shaped locket (an anniversary gift from my husband), a few bangles were the jewels that i had on.“let me undress you,” i volunteered, feeling a bit shy,.