He rubbed my back and calmly told me to relax. When I did relax he started to pull out and push in starting a slow rhythm that I was enjoying. As I st...rted to push back against him he sped up his pace and was soon fucking me. We both moaned as I felt him grow longer and wider, filling me as I have never been filled before. I knew he was close as he throbbed. He pushed hard and deep, his balls smacking my pussy as he came inside my ass. I moaned, squeezed my clit and joined him. He held my hips. Ashish : What my little slut doing?Me – making breakfast for hubby .Ashish : What you are wearing?Me – a shorts and a top , why?Ashish: Saurabh told me you want to be a naughty slutty girl, if you really want to a slutty wife , you should not have to wear any dress in front of your husband . Let all your assets be open and your holes be ready for anytime to please your hubby & the other men he brings in. Remove your clothes now and server the breakfast to him !!!His commanding tone made me wet. Over the years I have built up a wardrobe of female apparel and a selection of wigs of different colours and styles, and fortunately, I have managed to maintain my slender figure so that with the right padding and well-applied makeup I can still turn a few heads. My wife is quite tall and slim with short dark hair, and she looks really hot in a sharp suit, especially as I know that she is packing one of her collection of strap-on cocks.§§§§§“Keithy is that you?“Hi Aunt Emily, yes it’s me.“Just. What was I thinking? He’ll know, everyone will know. Everyone who looks at me will know. My clients will know. ‘Stop it’, I muttered to myself. No one will know but me. Comforted in my rationalization, my hand slid downwards. Rolling out of bed in the morning, I realized that I was already running behind. I hadn’t slept well, tossing and turning into the wee hours. Why I decided to read that story was beyond me. How could something so simplistic and quickly jotted down have such a hold on me..