He saw a gold condom wrapper on the floor and thought to himself, "Ohh yeah, I definitely got a piece of ass last night." He sat up on the edge of the...bed and fired up a L&M Turkish Gold cigarette, inhaling deeply trying to remember what had transpired last night. Nothing. He put the smoke in the ashtray and started to walk to the bathroom, he took a few steps and stopped dead in his tracks as a total feeling of dread overcame him. His ass cheeks felt lubricated as he took the few steps from. Pressing to him. Breaking the kiss, taking his hand, leading him to the couch. She sits down, her skirt hiking up exposing those sexy thighs, her legs spreading, show him more. She looks at him witha sly smile and he knows what she desires. She spread her legs wider, running her hands along her thighs, revealing her red panties. His eyes transfixed upon her. Instictively licking his lips. Her fingers trail her inner thighs, inviting, teasing, she looks up at him and coyly says "Want a taste" as. I creamed my long legs last night, they too are hairless, men crave that look, I know it, and it makes me wetter.Of course this freedom comes with the need to comply, give my 'Cuck-Hubby', his daily pleasure, and today is no different, he knows I am desired by someone at work, a man just waiting for my nod of acceptance, but I keep him at arms length until hubby gives the signal, and when he does, I am turned over to this man, for his amusement.Shaved and smooth, stockinged without panties,. A few days ago I got an email from him. It was purely a professional matter, but the mail started a chain of thought and the occurrence I am writing about all of a sudden stood to the front of my mind, as clear as though it had happened yesterday. I was surprised to find that I didn't feel bad about it, and I decided to dig out the old story, translate it and publish it. (One more reason for not letting my husband know that I am writing these stories!).Last week I received an unexpected phone.