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I am that lame?
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I am that lame? Okay, I admit it; I haven’t been horny over the last few days. I should say, that I have, but preferred being alone. That shouldn’t be of any concern though, having spent the majority of last week alone with my wife out of town. I wacked off regularly over those few days, locked into my perverse thoughts. Regardless of what I looked at, she was the star on the stage, and screen inside my mind. Sometimes it’s just more comfortable there, as that world is a smorgasbord board of naughtiness, deviancy, and raw fucking. She returned Sunday night, and suggested we be together. I really wasn’t feeling it too much. I did want to be with her, but somehow felt disconnected to the reality of doing so. When I declined, citing some sort of excuse, she simply agreed, not persisting a bit, going on with her evening. However, Monday morning she found her way into the office as I was writing. She stood in the doorframe, her robe open, with her hands on her hips. She looked frustrated, but my eyes drew to her feminine body that still after all these years is beautiful. “Why don’t you come to bed with me?” She said. I must admit, the offer was appealing, and most men wouldn’t have thought otherwise, but me, I would have, and did. Her plans with Phil feel through. They weren’t true plans, per say, but schedules couldn’t be matched. Soon I hope. “Honey I not really in the mood,” I replied to her. She took two steps into the room. “Look at me,” she said, firmly. “I want you to get up and get into the bedroom and service me. I want to cum, and since I can’t see him, you’ll have to take his place.” I am a far cry from taking anyone’s place, especially, sexually. She approached me as I was still sitting, reached down, and grabbed my flaccid dick through my underwear. “Come on,” she told me, “I said now.” I followed her lead into the bedroom where she slipped off her open robe and climbed onto the tangled bed sheets. She leaned back spread eagle. Her pussy opened like a flower. “Get down there,” she said, settling in. I dropped to me knees on the floor before her, I probed my face in between her thighs. Her pussy was raw, and smelt ripe. Her aroma was strong and natural smelling as she hadn’t showered yet this morning. My tongue met her clit and I started servicing her as she wished. I can’t remember the last time being there, without cum leaking from it, and honestly, it was different. I’ve grown to enjoy that more. I think it feeds my deviant side. Soon, her hands found their normal place behind my head, ensuring her pussy filled my face. Her hips lifted, and she grinded harder. “Put you tongue inside me,” she said faintly. I glanced up through the tops of me eyes; her head was drifted backward into the pillow, probably lost in more intense fucking thoughts that fit her nature, and the hopefulness that today was supposed to bring her. I did like she wanted, pressing my face inward, and within seconds I could taste her. Her prickly, slobbering wet pussy, bucked against my chin and open mouth. She pulled my hair in the process, assuming from her intense orgasm. She really needs to cum more often, and more regularly, at the hands of someone who can simply admire and contribute to such a wonderful gift. I am that lame. Shared wife -evergreenstatewife |
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Because, while your cuckolding is based on a particular sexual dynamic, the way I interpreted what you wrote is not that you were refusing because you didn't want to service her as much as you were in your own space and preoccupied. Since you know you love her to bits and she loves you back, I'm certain you would have pulled yourself out of wherever you were at, realize what she wanted and reconnect appropriately. From my POV, which could be tremendously wrong, of course, you seem to be pretty traditional in your day to day living, jobs, etc., and it seemed spoiled and peevish to me that she didn't recognize this and let you be where you were for just a little while and It wasn't about cuckolding at that point. It was about being human and recognizing you as an equal partner and not a subordinate. Just my poorly written opinion. My apologies.
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While I'm not going to be very popular with my opinion, while I understand your lifestyle far more than I did a year ago (as you know), quite honestly I was pleased to see that you told her "no" initially.
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You should service her when SHE wants it, not try to get out of it. She gets horny for Phil and when she does, you need to take care of her orgasm if she can't meet. Since when is it your choice to satisfy her. You exist to make certain she gets off, too bad for your orgasm. You can beat off later thinking about how a real man would fill her with his cum.
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