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Took Your Wife To The Gangbang Room

Dear Cuck. As always, it was very kind of you to lend me your wife for the night, and equally unwise. Still, by now you know more or less how my mind works, so you really only have yourself to blame. Or rather, since you know how my mind works, I can only assume that you approve. I’m taking the opportunity to write this while your wife is upstairs sleeping. That way you will know all about what she’s been up to before she gets home. Oh dear, I feel a hard-on coming on as I write. I fear I shall need some relief before I deliver your wife into your safe hands again. Oh well, that’s by the by for the moment. I imagine you thought your wife and I would enjoy an evening at home. Your wife certainly seemed surprised when I informed her that we would be going out. But she didn’t complain. Of course, that may just be because she’d already agreed to do as I wish, instruct, desire, command, whatever you want to call it – as she always does. To be perfectly frank, I don’t really care what you or she expected. You both know me well enough by now to know that I demand complete compliance with my wishes. Your wife is all I could wish for in that respect. I wish I could say that you have trained her well, but you know as well as I do that you are much too lax with her, and that it is I who have trained her. The first time you lent me your wife she was much too insubordinate for my liking. Still, I enjoy a challenge, and now your wife is a model of obedience – at least when she’s with me. ...

... I was pleased to see how much care she’d taken with her attire and make-up. Of course I knew roughly how she would look, having requested it (we’ll call it requesting, but we all know…). Oh those beautiful legs in white nylon. That was one of the things that first attracted me to your wife, those lovely legs stretching to heaven. Well, to her supremely gropeable arse at least. High heels coloured the deepest shade of sin. The white dress clung to her very neatly indeed. One false move and she would have showed off her stocking tops, but she didn’t put a foot wrong. Enough cleavage to titillate without appearing slutty. A model of modesty, your wife. And then those ruby red lips, which always send my dirty mind into a fever. I’m no expert on make-up, but whatever your wife had done to her skin and her eyes was scintillating. Your wife always has a nice, shy demeanour about her, but now she had an edge of dark sinfulness radiating from her eyes. Dark sinfulness dressed in virginal white. Perfect. I had to check, Cuck. You know I had to check. Yes, hold-ups, as required; no panties. I was pleased with that. I have nothing against panties, as long as they’re crotchless. You know how I feel about these things. Panties only get in the way. I refuse to let any fuck toy of mine restrict access to her pleasure holes. I told your wife this when I complemented her. I’m pleased to be able to report that she seemed rather amused by this, even though she also went rather red. I found that ...