I squeeze my thighs together pushing the spiky little egg against my balls. I watch intently as my cock’s bulbous head pushes forward. A part of me ...ants to reach down and stroke myself, but I made a commitment to myself before I started that this was going to be a hands-free orgasm. As I type away I realize I have this rhythm going between my thighs. I glance down again. There is a small bead of precum fluid forming a puddle at the tip of my cock. I would normally take my forefinger and rub it. She didn’t say a word and hung up the phone. I wondered what that was all about was she excited I was coming home or mad I was leaving so late. I started the car and my hour and half commute home wondering if all was ruined.I was about a half hour in to my drive home when my phone started ringing. It was her and I hoped she was still excited and not mad. I answered the phone not knowing what to expect. When I said hello my wife was panting into the phone, she sounded as if she had just run a. “I never saw you as a submissive to be honest as sometimes you can be…” he hesitated and didn’t finish the sentence.“Bratty I know. Part of me becomes demanding and controlling but that is why I need a Master to control that. To have a Master makes me feel complete and someone to push back. I enjoy that,” I told him. “Sorry I can’t help with that as I prefer to be the same as you.” His face went red as he told me. My mouth dropped open at his admission and I had to follow up on it.“Is your Mrs. His lips were like moist pillows, warm and comfortable against hers. The fire raging in her pussy spread out to her limbs like a wildfire and she lost herself in the moment. Her erect nipples brushed against his taut pectorals, sending sparkles of pleasure down her spine. His hard-on tumbled about her stomach as they kissed and she wanted to touch it, but she wasn’t sure. Should she? Could she? Lisa’s sputtered gasps caught her attention and she looked back. Dave was already rubbered up and.