Hello everyone, this is Simraan with another one of my BDSM experiences to share with you all.
After the recent quick sex encounter with my husband’s boss in front of my heavily drunk husband, I think a flame of passion has ignited inside my husband.
Before the incident, he was uninterested in having sex with me, didn’t show any signs of active sex life, had no desire for romance, and didn’t even bother to ogle other women.
After the incident, I could see him massaging his cock thinking about something and staring at my body continuously with a mischievous look on his face. Yet, he didn’t approach me with the intent to fuck my starving pussy.
My lover was busy and there were no signs of naughty adventures happening in my life. I started thinking about my husband’s boss Mr Paul’s big black cock. I had underestimated that old man.
In his drunken state, he had almost made me cum when his cock was slipping out of my pussy constantly. I wondered what he was capable of if he fucked me sober. I started to rub my itching pussy thinking about Paul pushing his big black cock mercilessly inside my dripping vagina.
I even fantasized about begging him to stop, can you believe it? I was getting an orgasm when the doorbell rang. It was Paul who had come to drop my drunken husband home.
While I was looking at him with concern, he was recollecting his-cock-inside-my-pussy incident a few days ago.
He put my husband on the sofa and stood next to me. I sensed clearly that he was turned on at the sight of my body. His eyes were intensely focused on mine.
Me: I wouldn’t make the mistake of being drunk again…
‘Is he reading my mind?’, I thought. I looked as though I have no idea of what he was talking about.
Me: I have invited you to my farmhouse this Sunday. Remind him in case he forgets. Also, your hair in a ponytail should give a good grip while I …. (He looked at my vagina naughtily).
I sensed with my peripheral vision that my husband was conscious during our conversation. He had started to get an erection already. I had formed a cunning plan to enjoy Paul’s cock in front of my husband and at the same time act as though it was his fault.
Paul was making my pussy wet with his soft talks about how much he looked forward to meeting us at the weekend. He was trying to come near me to smell my breath as I only responded in a single syllable word. His dark complexion and confidence would have made me his bitch, if it wasn’t for the mistress inside me.
When my husband’s boss Paul left the house, I picked up my husband to take him inside the bedroom. While we were walking, my husband suddenly put his hand inside my underwear. He rubbed my pussy which was wet because of Paul’s presence and looked at me with mixed feelings.
I planned to enjoy Paul’s cock and at the same time rekindle the lust for me inside my husband. Every day, my husband looked at me with suspicion yet couldn’t talk about what was bothering him.
But he was starting to get erections whenever I mentioned the weekend plan at Paul’s, so I knew I was going in the right direction. The day arrived when we were to visit Paul’s farmhouse.
I was in the bathroom shaving my pussy. My husband saw that, and his inappropriate thought process gave him an erection.
I wore a white sundress with a flower petals design. It showed my thick cleavage and big juicy boobs pressed inside. The hot part was underneath the skirt. My fat-toned thighs showed my tight round ass cheeks and the shape of my clean-shaven vagina depending on where the skirt was lifted.
A white thong sunk deep inside the crevice of my ass cheeks from behind and pussy lips in the front. And did my hair in a ponytail style for my admirer.
It was the first time when I flaunted a ponytail while going outside. My husband was in shock when he saw my hairstyle and attire. He even went as far as cancelling the plan. But my excitement gave him intense guilty pleasure.
We arrived at Paul’s farmhouse. He opened the door and greeted us with the usual enthusiasm. A quick handshake with my husband and a tight inappropriate hug to a married woman in front of her husband.
During his long embrace with me, he grabbed my ass cheeks underneath the skirt and squeezed them when he saw my husband walk inside the house seeing us taking our time! His fingers were stretching my ass cheeks to reach for my asshole. He succeeded in shoving his middle finger deep inside my asshole but couldn’t enjoy it much.
My husband who couldn’t control my soft giggles came outside to ask a random question about the environment. Listening to him, Paul removed his hands from my skirt and moved away from me but not without escaping my husband’s attention.
Paul: So sorry that my wife isn’t here. I had to welcome you on her behalf.
We both were looking at him with a different view of surprise when he spoke to us smelling his middle finger in delight. He was the alpha male in the house.
Paul’s servants served us with refreshments. I saw them encouraging my husband to have another drink despite finishing his large one so quickly. Paul himself drank orange juice just like me.
He then took us on a tour of his farmhouse. I was walking along with my husband correcting his zig-zag style of walking. Paul was walking behind us. His lust eyes were fixated on my jiggling ass when we were walking up and down the staircase.
My husband was holding his 4th large in the glass. I knew he was more focused on what was going on between his boss and me rather than watching the artefacts, old paintings, and other vintage collections.
He devoured his drink and excused us to get another. My husband’s boss took that moment to pull me inside the empty storage room. I teased him by running and giggling around the empty room to raise his arousal. He was chasing me like prey.
Paul caught me and embraced me tightly to take charge of my body. Since I was facing the door, I saw someone’s shadow below the door frame. I was about to tell Paul to proceed with caution when he spanked my ass cheeks and made me moan loudly.
Paul: You dirty bitch! (spanking my ass). I know you want my black cock inside your cunt again, but you don’t want to give it easily, huh… (kept spanking my ass a few times).
Me: Aaah! Slowly, you naughty boy… My husband ooh! My husband might catch us… Aaah! catch us in the act. Finger my asshole somewhere else, now let’s get out.
Paul went out first. He saw my husband and gave a nonchalant look. My husband saw me adjusting the lower end of the dress before coming out. He didn’t say anything but gulped his 5th large quickly.
Paul: It will be lunchtime soon. Now, if you guys don’t have the appetite yet, then this short trip will give you one.
I raised my sundress exposing my red thong to Paul behind my husband. His face turned passionately red seeing me biting my lips seductively and teasing him with my pussy.
Me: Oh, I have an appetite for something big…
Paul turned away immediately because his balls were on the verge of exploding in his pants.
We stepped outside in the hot sun to go to his small bungalow for lunch. I was in the middle; my husband was at a one-hand distance. Paul and I were touching shoulders as we walked. My husband slowed his pace of walking as his boss, and I was lost in a conversation.
Me: I need to relive myself… (I said innocently to the men).
Paul: Go behind the bushes and do your thing. We’ll keep a watch.
I purposely looked at Paul turning behind to tease my husband as I walked into the bushes. I squatted behind moderate shrubs where I could see both of them looking in my direction but not finding me.
Me: Paul, I need your help here.
My husband: What the fuck… I mean, why him honey… I am standing right here.
Paul: You are barely standing you, drunken idiot. I’m coming Simraan…
I giggled to show my support to the alpha male. Paul excitingly walked towards me, and his jaw dropped when he saw my big nude ass in a squatted position.
He sat down and began to run his palm along the line of my ass crack and pussy lips. I was giggling a little loudly to excite my husband and remove any doubts he had.
Me: Paul, stop it! (giggling), I want to take a piss…
Paul: Alright, here you go then.
He grabbed my ass cheeks and lifted me while my legs were spread apart in the air. Now, I am not saying that I am fat, but it takes a man full of testosterone racing in his veins to do that. Paul is way older than my husband showed his manliness.
Paul: Now aim at your husband…
I squirted the gush of urine in the direction my husband was standing. At the time, which was what he deserved anyway. When the last drop passed through, Paul turned me towards him and made me sit on his shoulders.
He shoved his face towards my vaginal area and began to suck my wet pussy lips. He parted my pussy lips with his tongue and began to suck the vulva. My vagina was inside his mouth feeling the suction power of a 53-year-old virile man.
I grabbed his bald shiny sweaty head and began to push my pussy in his mouth. During the intense pussy sucking fun, my moans were covered by my hand, but we were taking our sweet time coming out of the bushes. Finally, my husband called for us. Paul wouldn’t have stopped if he hadn’t heard my husband approaching.
Paul dropped me down and took away my panty. I giggled at his naughtiness when my husband stood in front of us. Paul once again looked him in the eye nonchalantly and walked away.
My husband and I were walking together. Paul was guiding us towards the bungalow. Nobody was talking until my husband put his hand in my skirt. He felt that wasn’t wearing any panty and looked at me with serious thoughts.
But I ran towards Paul and started walking with him till the end of the journey. After reaching the bungalow, Paul put his hand inside his pocket to find the handkerchief to wipe off the sweat. Instead, he pulled out my red thong and put it swiftly inside again when he knew.
We were standing at the door, but nobody opened it. Paul told my husband to go to the other end and he would go to the opposite end to find the servants. Instead, he groped my ass and pushed me towards the door.
Paul pulled his trousers and showed me his fully erect black cock. I teased him with my finger to come to me. But my husband walked in at that moment and caught us in the act.
My husband: So, now you are going to let this bald old man fuck you? What’s wrong with your honey…
It was time to switch sides. Paul was not ready for the betrayal that was coming his way.
Me: Who was it that told me that he didn’t find me attractive anymore?
My husband marched towards me and pulled his trousers. His cock was having a raging erection. The same one that he used to have at the beginning of our married life.
Paul: Mind your language scoundrel! Don’t forget that I am your boss…
My husband: Go fuck yourself, you old impotent man. At least I don’t take medicines to keep my dick up. It was you who used to drug me while offering a drink, weren’t you? Your piece of shit! You had your evil eye on my wife when I showed you her pic in the office…
This was a revelation to me as well. I had to bring out my womanly skills before my husband dominated me.
Me: Why the fuck didn’t you tell me this before? We could have found a solution to this problem. This means you wanted your poor wife to fall for this ugly bastard, didn’t you?
Paul looked at me as though the ground swept under his feet. He lost his confidence when I pointed him out to my husband.
My husband: It’s not true, honey… I still love you… I… just…. I…
Me: Come here and fuck me like an animal in front of this ugly bastard. Let him know that this pussy belongs to you – the Alpha male.
My husband approached me with an air of extreme confidence. He lifted me upholding my ass cheeks and pushed his pre-cum soaked cock inside my wet pussy. He began pounding my pussy just like he did on our wedding night.
I had to manipulate both these men before they got out of my control. So, I began to plead with Paul pointing out my husband to make him understand the situation.
Me (whispering to my husband): I’ll show you how much this pervert lusts for me.
Me (to Paul): Kneel, grab your ears and act like a cock to show me that you lust for me more than my husband.
Upon hearing this, Paul followed my instructions in desperation. And my husband started pounding my pussy way harder.
My husband’s boss’s stiff black cock was touching the ground which was turning me on. I had to get out from there before falling prey to him or losing the domination battle to my husband.
Me (whispering to my husband): Let’s get out from here, honey. I know you love me now. We will start over, now let’s leave this ugly swine here alone.
My husband stopped humping me and let me down. He was happy that I was by his side again.
We started walking outside with my husband leading the way. While passing along Paul, I grabbed his hard cock and whispered, “I will give you a call.” But when my husband turned back, I sighed away from him in disgust to show that I belonged to my husband.
Now guys, this is how I manipulated my husband into getting back his sexual vigor. As far as my husband’s boss is concerned, I will tell you what happened next, but you will have to comment down below to let me know how you found the story so far. 😉
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