1. A hooker for my husband 2.


    Date: 10/26/2016, Categories: Anal Group Sex Hardcore Author: SFS, Source: xHamster

    The restaurant was my favourite. The Dover sole cooked to perfection. I sipped my wine. I’d almost finished my main course, when I asked Hubby, “so what are you buttering me up for?” “Why would you ask such a thing? Can’t a man take his wife out for a meal without there being an ulterior motive?” “A man can. You can’t, especially tonight!” I told him. “Tonight?” “Yes darling, its your night to be tied up, it’s the night you fuck Monica, after she’s done all those unspeakable things to you.” “You know me so well.” “So is it Monica’s time of the month and you want me to whip you, fuck you.?” “No darling, though of course I love fucking you, its one of the great pleasures of my life.” I looked up at him, before finishing the last of the fish. I sipped some more of the wine. “You’re right of course. I do want you to do something for me, but of course, only if you want to.” “The times I did things I didn’t want to are long gone darling, as you well know.” I told Hubby. “Its Lothar………” “Mmmm, what does he want,” I asked, my interest obvious, as I sat forward on my seat. “He wants to book you again!” Hubby said. “Interesting, another night of being fucked senseless.” “No not a night, a weekend.” Hubby said, embarrassed. “You’ve already said yes, haven’t you!” “Well I implied, darling.” “Does he know I’m your wife?” I asked “Of course not, that was my stipulation. No he must never know.” “So you want me to prostitute myself again, is that it?” I said, just as the waiter bent down to ...
    ... take our plates away. I ignored her. “Yes.” I sat back in my chair. I’d already decided to do it. Fuck, why wouldn’t I. I’d never been fucked so completely. Never been so satisfied. Never been so fucking stretched. “What’s it worth?” I asked. “I don’t know, but he will pay you. I understand he’s very generous.” Hubby said “No darling, I mean what are you willing to give if I fuck one of your clients?” The waitress nearly dropped the dessert menu’s on hearing my last comment. I smiled at her. She was pretty, about sixteen, I could see down her dress, her breasts nestled in a black lace bra. She stood as if waiting for our order. She could wait. “So darling, what is it worth, my fucking one of your business clients?” “Name your price,” he said. “Maybe I’d like this waitress here, have her pleasure me?” I held the girls wrist. “You can have her, but she’s not mine to give, is she?” Hubby replied, wishing se was. I let her go, “just a brandy for me, and my husband would like a scotch - Glenmorangie, doubles.” She walked away, flushed. “Not very nice darling. And not worthy of you,” Hubby admonished me. He was right, of course he was. But we shouldn’t be having this conversation here, and that was his fault. “The apartment needs a little updating. Decorate the entrance hall, the main bedroom, and re-do the en-suite,” I told him. “Agreed. I’ll get onto Lothar’s p.a.” “When?” I asked. “Next weekend, Friday midday, until Monday midday.” Hubby said. The girl had returned, and with her ...
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