Monday, December 10, 2012

Follow the Black

For doing all your chores today, she decided to allow you to spend half an hour licking her her feet.

With one limitation-you're tongue isn't to leave the black part of her stockings.

Yes, that means you get the soles of her feet and the thin seam up both legs.

But not an inch more.




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  1. I gazed at this naughty wife pictured here for a long time. She evoked a treasured memory for me, of my "cheating" wife, and me washing her lingerie in the bathroom sink by hand.

    She had put on her longest black satin gloves for Steve, her bedroom date for tonight. She dressed me in my favorite slutty femme high heels and wet red lipstick so I could help her get ready for sex with a younger, bigger man.

    Once she jacked me off, when we were dating, and teased me about her dressing me in panties and a bra while she fucked other men. She looked at my face intently as she stroked my cock with oil and said to me, "I'm going to paint your lips, dress you like my slut and have hot sex with other guys, baby. You know I'm crazy about you, I want you in my bed every night, but I cannot give up the better orgasms I have with bigger men."

    Her eyes forced me to look into hers when she told me about having better orgasms with other men. "I want you to watch the way these men make me feel, OK sweetheart? You should see the way I cum when I've been riding nine inches for hours. You will sit and watch me give him orgasms, baby? I already know you will."

    No man could have been as aroused for as long as me with my our sex life. For 23 years my stomach rolled with sexual pleasure; for hours when I watched and took pictures, when she was at his place fucking for the weekend before coming home to let me lick her clean, every time she put on her shoulder length gloves and told me about what she likes to do to guys under the table at her club. I was in heaven.

    She loved me too and was very generous to me sexually. She could give me premature ejaculations at parties. Always wearing a soft satin bra, panties, garterbelt and stockings, at least, under my boy clothes it was easy for her to set me off like that. She always dressed seductively, our circle of long time friends counted on it. Tight silk pencil line skirts, high heeled boots, bright red lips even at my company parties. I watched her take off her clinging wrap around dress at one party to get into the hot tub with the guy she told me about last night in bed.

    She looked at him as she untied the belt and opened her dress from top to bottom. She stood smiling at him now only wearing her boots, her garterbelt and stocking and long black gloves. I was mortified for my co-workers and bosses to see her do this with him so openly, but I knew what was expected of a loving cuckold. I went to her and helped her unzip and take off her expensive leather stiletto boots.

    It pleased her to out me like this to my office mates. For me it was like a one ton safe was lifted from my shoulders. I was free of the secret and fear of getting caught as her cuckold husband. Tonight she was going to have sex with this man, here and in a bedroom later. She left on her stockings and gloves, slipped into the hot bubbling water next to him and started jacking him off. I moaned loudly at first, then trying to stifle myself unsuccessfully, I let go and filled my panties with hot cum.

    I could only go sit near the tub now and absorb the floating feeling of pleasure this was giving me. We never hid it from anybody after this. She told the neighbors soon after and gave blowjobs to two single guys next door to us. Before long it was the married men too.

    I bought her the most erotic lingerie and heels for my birthdays. On her birthdays it was other men and sex. Lovely.

    sexandgloves

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