My Woman His Wife Saga Read Online Free
Author: Anna J.
massage them one at a time. I was as stiff as a virgin on her first night, and Monica did her thing to help me relax.
She took my toes into her mouth, one at a time. My moans escaped involuntarily. Her soft lips traveled up my thighs until they rested against my pelvis. Her tongue dipped in and out of my honey pot. She held my lips open with both hands, exposing my now wet pearl to my husband.
âJames, can I taste it?â Monica asked my husband in a husky voice. I looked over at him to read his face. It showed nothing but excitement.
âGo ahead and make her cum,â he responded in a deep, passionate voice. His hand moved at a slow, lazy pace up and down his erect shaft. A hint of pre-cum rested on the tip of his penis, and I motioned him over to the bed so I could taste it.
He disrobed on his way over, his body looking like he should be on the cover of GQ magazine. Monica had her full lips pressed against my clit, causing me to squirm and breathe heavily. James stood beside the bed with his chocolate penis standing straight out. I didnât hesitate to wrap my lips around him, taking as much in as I could without choking.
James fondled our breasts simultaneously while trying to maintain his balance as I gave him head. Monica held my legs up and kept her face buried in my treasure chest. Our moans were bouncing off the walls, drowning out the music that was playing. If there were people in the suite next to us, I was sure they heard everything.
Monica moved back off the bed and pulled me with her. James lay down in the middle of the bed on his back, his erection pointing at the ceiling. I straddled his thickness like a pro, dipping all the way down until my clit touched his pelvis then coming back up until just the head was in. James leaned up on his elbows and took my nipples into his mouth one at a time. Monica had my ass cheeks spread so that her tongue could make acquaintance with my asshole. I was having orgasms back to back like I used to when me and James first met. I was damn near about to pass out from exploding so much.
We switched positions in order to relax a little more. Monica put on a strap-on vibrator with clitoral stimulators around the base. I looked at her like who did she think she was using that on. She took Jamesâs place in the center of the bed and motioned for me to get on top of her. I looked at her and my husband like they were crazy.
âJames, I am not getting on her like that. She done . . .â the mood was changing quickly, and Monica was looking frustrated. Ask me did I give a damn. Some shit just ainât meant to be tried, and this was one of them.
âBaby, itâs okay. Itâll feel just like the real thing. Trust me on this one,â James said to me in a calm, soothing voice. I wasnât buying it.
âAnd what are you going to do with that?â I asked, referring to his erect penis.
âYouâll see, and youâll enjoy it. Just trust me.â
He gave me a reassuring look as he led me to the bed. I closed my eyes and got on top of Monica, doing to her what I did to my husband. It was feeling good, and I really got into it. When I bent over to kiss Monica, I felt a warm liquid oozing down the crack of my ass. My husband held my back so that I couldnât move, and I could feel him inserting a finger into my forbidden place. I tensed up automatically, and he whispered to me to try to relax.
I donât do back shots, and my husband knew that. I wanted to get an attitude, but what they were doing felt good. I reminded myself that it was only one night, and I tried to relax myself so that my husband could join in the fun. I wondered how he was going to fit it in because he was definitely blessed in the dick department. Heâs long and thick, with a big mushroom-shaped head that I knew was way bigger than the hole he would try to get it into. Ten inches in the ass was something to scream about.
âJames, I donât think
She took my toes into her mouth, one at a time. My moans escaped involuntarily. Her soft lips traveled up my thighs until they rested against my pelvis. Her tongue dipped in and out of my honey pot. She held my lips open with both hands, exposing my now wet pearl to my husband.
âJames, can I taste it?â Monica asked my husband in a husky voice. I looked over at him to read his face. It showed nothing but excitement.
âGo ahead and make her cum,â he responded in a deep, passionate voice. His hand moved at a slow, lazy pace up and down his erect shaft. A hint of pre-cum rested on the tip of his penis, and I motioned him over to the bed so I could taste it.
He disrobed on his way over, his body looking like he should be on the cover of GQ magazine. Monica had her full lips pressed against my clit, causing me to squirm and breathe heavily. James stood beside the bed with his chocolate penis standing straight out. I didnât hesitate to wrap my lips around him, taking as much in as I could without choking.
James fondled our breasts simultaneously while trying to maintain his balance as I gave him head. Monica held my legs up and kept her face buried in my treasure chest. Our moans were bouncing off the walls, drowning out the music that was playing. If there were people in the suite next to us, I was sure they heard everything.
Monica moved back off the bed and pulled me with her. James lay down in the middle of the bed on his back, his erection pointing at the ceiling. I straddled his thickness like a pro, dipping all the way down until my clit touched his pelvis then coming back up until just the head was in. James leaned up on his elbows and took my nipples into his mouth one at a time. Monica had my ass cheeks spread so that her tongue could make acquaintance with my asshole. I was having orgasms back to back like I used to when me and James first met. I was damn near about to pass out from exploding so much.
We switched positions in order to relax a little more. Monica put on a strap-on vibrator with clitoral stimulators around the base. I looked at her like who did she think she was using that on. She took Jamesâs place in the center of the bed and motioned for me to get on top of her. I looked at her and my husband like they were crazy.
âJames, I am not getting on her like that. She done . . .â the mood was changing quickly, and Monica was looking frustrated. Ask me did I give a damn. Some shit just ainât meant to be tried, and this was one of them.
âBaby, itâs okay. Itâll feel just like the real thing. Trust me on this one,â James said to me in a calm, soothing voice. I wasnât buying it.
âAnd what are you going to do with that?â I asked, referring to his erect penis.
âYouâll see, and youâll enjoy it. Just trust me.â
He gave me a reassuring look as he led me to the bed. I closed my eyes and got on top of Monica, doing to her what I did to my husband. It was feeling good, and I really got into it. When I bent over to kiss Monica, I felt a warm liquid oozing down the crack of my ass. My husband held my back so that I couldnât move, and I could feel him inserting a finger into my forbidden place. I tensed up automatically, and he whispered to me to try to relax.
I donât do back shots, and my husband knew that. I wanted to get an attitude, but what they were doing felt good. I reminded myself that it was only one night, and I tried to relax myself so that my husband could join in the fun. I wondered how he was going to fit it in because he was definitely blessed in the dick department. Heâs long and thick, with a big mushroom-shaped head that I knew was way bigger than the hole he would try to get it into. Ten inches in the ass was something to scream about.
âJames, I donât think
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