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On one hand, I feel diminished and devalued, but on the other, I feel embarrassed that he saw something in me that I didn’t even know I wanted. Or were his actions completely selfish? that I actually have complete power over him? Or, even more paradoxically, reveal that he is completely dependent on me…. I’ve thought of an even better way to gain understanding.

My therapist recommended that I might gain clarity and peace through journaling. So many thoughts, so confusing. Does he only care for his own gains that I somehow am uniquely qualified to fulfill? You need the backstory, and I’ll try to be as unbiased as possible. Perhaps the feedback from you strangers can help me.

Taking my therapist’s recommendation to another level. So, that’s why I’ve decided to share this with all of you. I have just turned 32 and he is 37. You see, I feel conflicted, by my dear husband’s recent actions.

My husband and I have been married for about a year and a half. I’ve recently found the thrills of the anonymity of exhibiting pictures and short videos of myself on the internet. I’ll give you a bit of background first before I tell you details of what happened 2 months ago. Our sex life is rich, greedy, and we are both selfish at our cores, which ironically makes us both equally selfless in bed.

We are both professionals, travel frequently, and were planning on trying to start a family around Christmas-time this year. We dated for 3 years before getting engaged. My husband and I are both alphas and consider each other to be the only people who have ever truly challenged each other on all levels. We wanted to enjoy 2 years of marriage and travel to all the places we desired before having children.

Neither of us hides our emotions and because of that, we do not fear repercussions and can express freely and move on. It’s our minds that truly have the power to destroy us, which only makes our marriage. Our fiery Italian blood also results in some temper outbursts at times, but this is something I do not mind at all since we share it. I work in management and in the male-dominated industry of real-estate development.

I love my husband and know he loves me. He’s recently become one of three being considered for partnership. I am a project manager and have to fight to gain respect of men older than me…many of whom are not used to girls out west annie having a young, and beautiful woman as their supervisor. I have to perfectly balance my message to mitigate the inherent emasculation, but keep it strong enough to gain respect and authority.

Please share your insights. I rest in complete security knowing that no other woman could entice him the way I can, less due to my looks since those will fade eventually. I’m 5’7", 165 lbs, size 8/10 dress, former soccer player, 36 D chest, 27" waist, 38" hips. As far as our appearances, I am all woman – hips, ass, boobs, Marilyn Monroe meets Sophia Loren.

My husband is my equal match, I couldn’t respect anything less. I enjoy men looking at me and love the power I can command over them with my presence. His eyes, are a bewitching blue, but his hair is black and thick. I have darker features, penetrating eyes, and big/wild hair.

I came around when he was growing bored of the lack of challenge. Women swoon in his presence, something he admittedly encouraged for most of his twenties. He is 6’, muscular, hairy, tan, the smoothest, silkiest cock I’ve ever encountered.

Even if I conclude that our marriage is not what I thought it was, I have no intentions of leaving, for it would still be better than the alternative…a marriage of superficiality where I am not fully myself. He wears a suit better than anyone I’ve ever seen. Ok, enough rambling…I just had to explain that I love my husband, I know that he loves me at the level I need, and vice versa.

I could sense that his cocky, asshole attitude was an invitation to challenge him, seeking an equal. (Of all the wives/partners that attend dinners and company parties, I am the one that is invited as often as possible and who best keeps up with the lawyer-talk and banter. Well it’s definitely due to his quest for partnership.

) My husband is in no way threatened by the obvious crushes some of the partners and younger associates alike have for me. We always have fantastic and intense animalistic sex after any work function. The attention, yes, but mostly it’s that I love that just being myself makes my husband more respected at work. My husband is a patent attorney with a mechanical-engineering background.

To my husband, it only makes him look better. He loves knowing so many people look at me with desire and jealousy. He reciprocated with abandon and though I’ve dated men who treated me better superficially, I felt more alive being so stimulated in every way.

I got home at 6 pm, and sent my sister packing quickly. Two are married, one is recently divorced. So 2 months ago, my husband invited 3 of the senior partners over for dinner. Instead I was still wearing my black suit jacket, bright red button down blouse, and black skirt. I can cook, too…didn’t mention that earlier, but nonetheless, I knew I’d be stuck at work.

I was planning on changing my clothes into a more demure, wifely, dress. Thankfully so, seeing that my husband and partners arrive at 6:30 instead of 7. My husband’s glance told me so. I knew it was all ok when I met and greeted them at the door. I had a long day at work and couldn’t leave early as I had planned.

My heels were kicked aside, but when I heard them approaching, I put them back on, and flipped my hair upside down and back to try to look fresh and prepared. I could feel my wetness build up and as I moved, I felt the familiar slippery release spread around.

I had done some minimal prep work the night before, so called and had my sister go to my house and prepare the dinner (making her swear to keep that a secret). I took off my apron, dropped off the appetizers, then briefly excused myself to the bathroom. I ripped off my jacket, and put on an apron.

He devoured me with his eyes, a look of carnal ownership mixed with gratitude penetrated me. Wine and laughter, banter, great food, etc. I had dinner prepared and served out on the back deck. I touched up my makeup, freshened up a bit, a tiny spritz of perfume, new deodorant, cleaned up my wet cunt, new thong on, and switched my top to a simple black sleeveless silk top.

It was June, after all. The partners were speaking of my husband being the natural choice for partnership. One of the partners left to go home, but the other two remained. I dazzled everyone with my wit and enchanting glances, tip-toeing on the border of questionable flirtation and normal wifely innocence. I was proud I pulled it off despite the challenging day! I cleaned up and the men moved to the living room.

I was smiling and looking at our guests as he said that, feeling naughty. They were talking about shared vacations and things I’d enjoy with their wives. The regular chatter, professional flirting, drink serving, were done with grace. (We do love to be a bit naughty in public. He whispered how sexy I looked and how hot he was for me later.

I assumed it was time for me to give the men their time to discuss business, so I was surprised when my husband called me into the room to join. Our exhibitionist streaks have always been far away from home, though. He patted his lap, and I gave him a certain look as I obediently sat on him, sort of confused.

They were undressing me with their eyes now, I could feel it. We’ll call the other two men J & K. Well, J & K had an unmistakable look of lust in their eyes. I found out soon enough, as my husband moved one hand to a thigh and slowly started moving it up and down.

Our sex on hotel balconies, in clubs, against the floor to ceiling glass of hotels has been relegated only to vacations so I knew this was just a naughty tidbit just to tease me). "J, K, and I have great news to share with you, babe. "They think I’m right for the job because of you. J & K have increased their breathing. He stops on the inside of my left knee.

" His hand gradually moves from the top of my thigh, rotating down to the inside. "See babe, the other wives are easy conquests, but it’s plain as day that only a winner could marry you. I sense something is about to happen and start to flush.

J has leaned back a bit, but K has just inched up, and poured the rest of his Manhattan down in one gulp and loosened his tie. " And after he said that, he grabbed my knee and pulled my legs apart, slowly but with authority, and moved his hand up my leg, pulling my skirt up around my hips, smacking my thong covered pussy lightly.

J and K measure the associates based on who they choose to be with. Do I see a bulge forming? Did my husband realize this? I have to agree with them, it’s a perfect reflection of what I think of myself. I’m not a common slut. Is my husband offering me to J & K? Am I appalled or turned on? They’ll never look at me the same.

These men interact with me like an equal, not as a piece of meat. Im standing there, my back facing my husband, not sure of what thoughts bouncing around my head are to be listened to. I’m not some dumb housewife who has no brain. " His thumb is moving in tiny circles and his grip tightens.

A sharp intake of breath escapes me, I’m shocked. all I present is a questioning look in my eye. He jerks my skirt down and grabs the back of my shirt pulling up. Time is flying by but at the same time slowed way down. Im hyper aware of every sound, sensation, movement. I’m pissed, or am I? K is standing there, he knew this would happen. My husband’s eyes burn into mine as he slowly sips his drink.

Fuck they’re going to know how wet I am. "Grab K’s hand, and now move your thong aside and our porn video rub your pussy with his hand. And he sits back down behind me, as I turn now, unsure how to act, standing there in my thong and bra, exposed and horny beyond belief, but also feeling jaded as my loyalty is being pulled away from me without my consent.

K removed his hand, now covered in my juices, and with his other hand grabs the back of my head and moistens my lips with my own juices before opening my mouth and making me suck his finger as he slowly pulls my hair down. " Now my husband has a coolness in his voice.

K exclaims "That’s a good girl…. " My husband has unclasped my bra now, it’s fallen down my arms, but is dangling over K’s arm now. I reasonably conclude that since it’s going to happen anyway and since they’ve already seen all of me, I might as well show my skills and at least win my husband’s promotion for him.

I feel belittled, but my pussy is leaking. A line has been crossed and it doesn’t matter whose idea this was, whether my husband engineered this, or was blackmailed by it, or if this is a sick competition on whose wife sucks and fucks better. He’s pushing me to my knees. I glance around him to see J has now unzipped and is slowly jerking himself watching us – I must say, his big fat white cock is much larger than I imagined.

Suddenly that all stops. He’s a quite Canadian divorcee. His cock is not as big as my husband, but it’s nice enough, and he smells good. I hear my husband in the background. It’s pink and has a puffy mushroom head and is thick, not as thick as a coke can, but close to it. I can smell the faint soapy scent and see the veins bulging. Strangely, I never imagined him being so well endowed.

He is getting up and making a drink all as I’m slowly removing the belt and rubbing the bulge in K’s pants. K’s cock jumps out, precum is visible. I mutter what a nice delicious cock K has and how bad I want to suck it.

I am blowing you, and I’ll fuck you like you’d never believe, but I am running this show. He hisses in delight and grabs my head to impale my mouth on his cock. I moan, and squeeze his balls a little too hard, and drag my teeth just a hare above acceptable. I’m eye fucking the shit out of my husband now. Oh, no, that’s not how this works, K.

" My husband seems slightly irritated that I took control. I stand up, and grab him by the cock, over to the couch. I would have gotten a wax…. who should I fuck first? I say "babe I wish you would have told me I’d be pleasuring you and your partners tonight…. He declines to answer and instead turns to J.

He looks at me with an almost angry desire and drops me on his cock in one violent stroke. He is already fucking me with abandon as he lays me down on the coffee table. I move my head to my right and see my husband glued to my pussy, then he makes eye contact. She likes to ride, but I want you to lay her down here, right in front of me on that coffee table, and stretch her out.

He seems so cool, calm and collected. "
J lets out a caveman grunt and picks me up, he moves his hands so my knees are resting on his inner elbows. I am almost scared of his giant pink cock. I’m almost embarrassed by the wet slapping sound that is proving how much I like this.

I lean back and tell him he’s a naughty boy, and drag my soaked thong down. I can’t contain the sounds of my pleasure though. I think I see a half smile creep across my husband’s face. He is not jerking off. ughhh I am cumming deep in your wife’s pussy" yells J.

J’s massive cock is repeatedly hitting my cervix and my hips have started fucking back like they have a mind on their own. I can feel the familiar twitching, and now rolling ripples quivering all around and inside my pussy. And a gush of a shitload of cum pour out of my inflamed and quivering pussy.

she’s milking me hard. I feel the blood rush to my face as I scoot back slowly, not sure what’s about to happen. "FUUUUUCkkkkkk god damn, this is good pusssy…. My orgasm is approaching, I close my eyes and try to both escape and dive in deeper to this situation. He is slamming into me in hard, deep thrusts with a frustratingly long pause in between, he’s just staring me in the eyes.

Our coffee table is glass. The eye contact is required. He thrusts into me many more times, picking up the pace. He pulls out with an audible pop. So fucking fuck like you mean it. "
The threat was both believed by me, but also turned me on. I realize what he’s doing…. "Cum for me, if I don’t feel this pussy spasm like J, no promotion granted. I had a goal, an end-desire, and I grabbed his arm, moving amateur porn in hd it off my neck.

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He wastes no time and about brings blood to my nipple, but it works. Then I grabbed his neck and pulled myself up, shoving him with intensity down onto the couch behind him. it’s like he’s recording this in his brain forever…his hand on my throat is to ensure I don’t turn to my husband. K can’t handle my pussy contracting around him and explodes into my pussy with non-human sounds.

Well my answer comes, before I know it K has pushed me down grabbing my neck and shoves his dick in my already drenched cum-filled pussy. "Well gentleman", I say with a bit of bitchiness, "I look forward to my husband’s promotion, as I’m sure he’s earned it". If I didn’t know better, I’d seriously assume he had a learning disability.

I stop by my husband’s spot, lean down and kiss him sweetly, grab his hand and make it cover my wet abused mound, and turn back around looking at J and K and say "despite what you may think" and return all eye-contact back to my husband "this is still all yours and always has been…. I stand up, cum betraying my dignity by nearly jumping out of my pussy with a wet plop on the carpet.

I straddle him, and fuck him like a wild banshee, slap his face gently, then tell australina porn him to suck on my nipples and he’ll feel my pussy break into an earthquake around his greedy cock. I slap my pussy a few times, then turn and seductively pick up my clothing that has made it’s way around the room. Here's more information about aussie porn pictures look into the web-page. "
I walked out of the room then. I am rippling, convulsing, and am thrown back arching my back as I ride out this powerful orgasm.

will you show our guests out and come fuck me properly after I shower? I feel the wave coming, and as I’m fucking and about ripping the couch’s fabric, I feel the quake begin.