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I’m still riding him, and my natural juices mixed with remnants of his chardonnay make for an interesting sensation against my skin.
    I push down harder, so I can feel him deeper. To my surprise, he hasn’t cum yet, and we are already three minutes into our session.
    He sets the glass on the nightstand and palms both of my breasts, kissing one nipple then the other, then both at the same time.
    I lean back to get a good look at him, because I’m almost certain I was in bed with another man.
    He takes one hand and spreads the lips of my pussy and uses his thumb to make small circles on my clit.
    I’m not sure if it is this newfound freak in my husband or the surprise of the evening that makes me cum so hard, but I think for sure my heart is going to jump out of my chest and sprint halfway across town from the excitement.
    â€œThis feel good to you?” Ray asks me in a tone I’ve never heard before in all the years we’ve been married.
    I can’t get my tongue to form an answer, but my mind is certainly spiraling out of control.
    â€œDoes this feel good to you?” he asks in a forceful tone, grabbing my hips and pounding into me like he is going to pop out of my forehead.
    Damn, I was not expecting this, but I hope it stays. “Yes, it feels good,” I moan out, holding on to his chest for support because he turned into a stallion out of nowhere.
    â€œTurn that ass over and give me my pussy.”
    I hop my ass off him and turn the other way on all fours, my feet hanging off the edge of the bed. He stands behind me and rubs the head of his dick against my clit, and I want to scream because it feels so good. I think he’s going to slide in, and my walls are contracting, ready to receive him.
    Instead, he drops down behind me and puts his tongue in me, using his middle finger to stimulate my clit. I’m falling out on some real white girl porn shit, because I can’t believe my husband has me twisted like this. I beg him for mercy and explode all in his mouth.
    He finally obliges and gives me the dick. He has my ass cheeks spread, and is in me so deep, I think for sure my wish came true and he grew a couple of inches. He puts his finger in my ass, and pumps it to the same rhythm as his dick.
    How does he know I like double entry? We’ve never gone that route before, but better late than never. I’m not mad at all.
    Next thing I know, time stands still for all of five seconds and he is tapping on my G-spot like a man with a power drill. My entire body spazzes out of control, and I’m running like a faucet turned on full blast all down his length, and the inside of my thighs.
    â€œThat’s right, cum on daddy’s dick.”
    I don’t know where this new husband of mine came from. I’m not sure if it is the alcohol or Jaydah’s impromptu visit, but I’ll have his ass drinking and around half-naked women all the time if that’s what it takes to get a good lay out of him.
    He allows me to turn over on my back, and he gets on his knees, bringing my body at waist level with his. He pulls a vibrator from under the pillow, and in no time flat he is stroking me with his dick in the anal entry and using the dildo inside my pussy. My legs are behind my head, and my knees are pressed against the sides of my face, as I enjoy this sexual beatdown. He is tearing some shit up, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.
    â€œTell me it’s mine,” he says in a husky tone, working me over like a professional.
    I try to wrap my mind around the change of events, but I can’t get it together. “It’s yours!”
    â€œWhat’s mine?” he asks, pushing deeper on both ends.
    That tingling sensation that I only get with Jaydah is starting at my toes and working its way up. “This pussy. It’s yours.”
    â€œIt’s mine, huh? What else is mine?” he asks, speeding up the pace a little, and now rubbing on my clit