A quick lick over her lips, then flick of her clit. She arched her back pushing her pussy closer to my mouth. I continued with soft licks of her lips...followed by flicks of her clit. I got to the point where I had to jjust bury my face it there. I started with rubbing my whole face against her now soaked pussy then driving my nose as far as it would go into her pussy. What a feeling! Then I just rubbed my whole face back and forth over that hot wet pussy. Her hips were thrusting her pussy into. .. well, give myself a glovejob.We met at just the right time in life for both of us to get what we wanted, even if I did not know what that was until she femdomed me. She was my "cheating" girlfriend, my "cheating" fiancé and at last, my "cheating" wife in an 18 month span. Her sexual techniques to femdom me were utterly irresistible. She invited men we knew over to our house for drinks, even when we first dated. Her outfits were provocative and her gloved palms wandered over his lap making. Then told OK.I am not listening words I am listening her body. On that time I decided to seduce her. Then we started chattingShe – you need coffee or tea?I- nothing.She – tell .On saying this stand up to go to kitchen. I compelled her to sit. She finally sat.Our conversation continues.I – I want to tell you one thinkShe – tell. Every time you started this but not telling anyone think .now tell.I- I will tell butShe – but what tell anything. Today I want to know that.I- if I told this don’t. I told myself I was aloof from such antics. I also felt thoroughly girly.I slid my long, Lili St Cyr negligee over my shoulders and my feet into my marabou mules. I put on a short perky wig and sat down on the bed to call Cindy. My erection, still assertive was pushing past the sash of my peignoir and though I may have been able to contain it with an undergarment I dursn't put on panties, as the act of opening that top bureau drawer might still push me over the edge. It was 6:05. I called.