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Larry appeared almost instantly, “Well, how was it?” He was clearly excited.
I pulled up my dress, and pulled my panties to one side, showing him my pussy. “Come look.”
Larry came to me, sank to his knees, and looked at my swollen cunt. I pulled the lips apart. I smelled like sex and knew it. There was cum. He was completely taken with the sight. His face moved within six inches of my gaping mound. My hole was distended and engorged. With the tip of my finger, I swabbed a glob of Jerome’s white ooze and rubbed it on my clit. I watched his eyes intently. He watched the ooze on my clit intently.
“Lick it.” I instructed.
He did.
“Eat me,” I further commanded.
He did.
Soon, he climbed on me, and came in me. I don’t know how he got off. I could barely feel him, but it did not keep him from coming. He came quick… as usual. It was just as Jerome had predicted. I did not get much out of it, except for enjoying him licking Jerome off of and out of me.
Later, after a shower, naked in bed, I told Larry about everything that happened. I told him everything except the very last part. He got horny and wanted to do it again, but I told him I was sore and probably would be for days, tired, and wanted to go to sleep.
Just before I went to sleep I told Larry that I needed some help around the house and wanted to find a housekeeper. He asked where we could find someone we could afford.
“I’ll look around.”
As I drifted off to sleep, it struck me that Jerome had been to busy to get to my ass. Oh well, he would.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 4 years agoI have had voyeur impulses & tendences since God knows when.
Innitially I was not aware there was another side of me because I guess it was still latent or dormant... you name it.
I vividly remember the first time I saw my wife groped by another man by the campfire. He was "friend of a friend" and a part of the same group. I had gone to fetch the insect repellent from our tent. My wife wore daisy dukes and a cut-off t shirt. He was sitting on my wife's left-hand side. His right hand was caressing the small of her back. His left hand was placed on her left thigh. As she was sitting cross legged, his palm was on her inner thigh half way bten her knee & her crotch. I was still in the woods, & could not be seen. I FROSE! I was paralysed. I had an out of body experience of sorts. It seemed to me the touching was none of my business. My mind was foggy, I felt I was in a hypnotic transe. Thru the bush, i walked aaround & was approaching the campfire from another direction. In my semi hypnotic state of mind I did not want to catch her in flagrante delicto.
I never mentioned to her what I saw that night.
Memories pertaining to the incident soon got buried in som hidden parts of my psyche.
I did not yet know what lay in store for me. In hindsight, the campfire situation was just a sanitized "PG18" version of things to come. I did not know as yet I was in for a bumpy ride.
Two years later she left me.
Anonymousabout 6 years agoI laughed so hard I split a seam. This was just awful.
