With that Moira raised my chin a little and slid down the bed just a
fraction. Before I had time to think her mound was pressing on my mouth. I
found my tongue beginning to work on her, opening her luscious passage way.
Inexpertly I fought to breathe and pleasure my dominant woman at the same
time. Then I tasted the spunk. It was true, he really had filled her up. She
was full of it. Thick, stringy blobs of cum plastered my lips, and I was
forced to drink it down. The taste wasn’t too bad, but the thought that this
was another man’s milk I was sucking from my own wife’s cunt had my prick
rock hard. How I wanted to get on top of Moira and plunge my own weapon into
her hole, joining my own liquid to his. I thought about my own, apparently
rather slim and inadequate, penis sliding through the semen-rich slickness
of Moira’s vagina, but I had to accept it wouldn’t be allowed.
Eventually Moira came and pronounced herself satisfied that I’d proved my
loyalty to her. “This is only the beginning though,” she was keen to
explain. “I’ve got plans to keep my little husband a proper, respectable,
chaste little husband, and I’m sure he’ll enjoy them! There are ways for
wives to keep cuckolded husbands happy and faithful which will still allow
me to keep my promise to Federico. They may seem a bit strange at first, but
I’m sure you’ll come to thank me for keeping you in a permanent state of
sexual tension. You and I may be going on a little shopping trip tomorrow,
so bring your credit cards darling; I want to spend some of our money on
keeping you happy!”
With that I was told to go to sleep now, but though Moira was soon
peacefully sleeping, and I was totally exhausted from the previous few hours
of nervous tension and lack of sleep, my aching balls just would not let me
rest. That and the thought of what on earth it might be that Moira want’d to
buy me tomorrow! One thing was clear to me though: I had just let Moira take
charge of my life, humiliate me in ways which most men would never accept,
and yet I felt only a profound happiness, almost elation, conquering what
remained of my infantile jealousy. Moira had promised to keep me hers
forever if I obeyed her, and that was all that mattered to me!
Originally posted 2007-12-21 19:24:15. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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