1. Michael's Camera


    Date: 10/24/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: rebecca23, Source: LushStories

    After a week of making little jabs at Michael, I wanted another man. I spoke of how good Jamal's cock was. I loved how much he filled my tight body. I loved how much it made my body ache. I told how much I loved his cum being inside me. I missed having so much cum inside me. It was a week since I last had sex with anyone. Let alone my husband Michael, I longed for another cock. I enjoyed my new life exploring my dark side. I didn’t know I had a dark side. There I stood in front of the mirror, slowly getting ready to go out. I applied my makeup. I wore only a jacket with the zipper all the way down the bottom. It didn't do much to hide my firm 34C breasts. My small nipples hardened as the material rubbed against them. I wasn’t wearing much else except for a pair of black lacey underwear. They were a size to small and made my bum look so sexy. If you looked closely at the thin slightly see through material, you could from the front just make out I waxed. Suddenly, the door handle to the bathroom turned. The door opened slightly. It was Michael. He stood there in his boxer shorts. I saw he was slightly hard. I looked at him closely. I loved his body. It was one of the reasons I married him. He was so gorgeous. He had a wonderful smile. How I missed that smile. Michael stood at the door looking at me. "Where are you going?" I glared back. "Why do you care?" I snapped. "I’m just meat to you, aren’t I?" "Rebecca you’re still my wife," he groaned. I could see in Michael's eyes that ...
    ... my comment hurt him. I was such a bitch to him, as I shut the door in his face. The bathroom door opened again. This time Michael had the video camera I bought him for his birthday. "Michael, leave here now!" I shut the door on him again. After a few seconds, the door opened again. Michael just stood at the door. He filmed me getting ready to head out. He knew I was going out to pick up someone. I did it, so he could watch me fuck them again. I rather felt sorry for him. After a while, Michael spoke again, "Show me your breasts for the camera." I told him, "NO!" I shut the door in his face again. As I stood in the bathroom applying my makeup, I felt somewhat horny as I teased Michael. "Fuck," the door opened again, "Michael what do you want?" "I want to see my beautiful wife, to be with my wife." "Michael you lost your wife, the day you made Mark fuck me in front of you." That jab crushed him. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop his filming me. He groped at my left breast. He pushed my jacket aside so he could better film my body. "Michael, what are you doing?" "Rebecca, I’m touching my wife." I stood there shocked. Michael tried to treat me like a slut. When Michael asked me to pose for him and the camera, it slowly aroused me. Without realizing, I stuck my bum out for him. I leaned against the sink bench. I just ran on instinct. I did as my husband directed. I missed being with him. I still loved him. I removed my jacket from my firm breasts. I gave my nipples a squeeze and lick, ...
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