When I was asked five months ago why I cheated on my husband, I replied "Because he's got a four inch cock and he absolutely refuses to go down on me".
The individual who asked me the question, then asked me to follow him into a side room. Exiting the small seated area first, I walked behind him into his little room and watched him remove his robe. In splendid vigour he was already fully erect and I knew my place.
Lifting my skirt, having already removed my knickers earlier before entering his building, I bent over and offered him either the pink or the brown. Like the week before, he squatted down and began to tongue my pussy and arse. The sensations his expert mouth gave me, soon had my first orgasm ripping through me and I let out a moan of sexual relief.
But that moan was nothing to one I had when his cock speared straight up my arsehole. He likes anal, it's HIS thing. And who am I to deny someone like him his human relief.
There's never enough time when he's deep inside of me, and I always seem to want more from his beautiful cock. Yet he doesn't falter on giving me immense orgasms, nor does he back away from settling his seed deep inside of my body either.
My final act of total submission to his will, is to make sure he's as clean as my mouth can make him. Usually I can taste my pussy or anal cream on his cock, as well as his cum. But sometimes the blood of my monthly wipes out any other taste.
Twenty six years of age, that's when I first entered his confessional. Precisely eight weeks after he married us. And each week after our first revelation of sex, he's asked me why I give him the opportunity to deflower my pussy and arse.
And each week I crave his sexual wrath......................