As Scott’s resistance began to wane, it was becoming apparen..

As Scott’s resistance began to wane, it was becoming apparent that he was falling under the spell of perhaps the most fatal enchantment ever cast - the scent of a beautiful female’s ovuIating cunt. I cast a quick glance over my shoulder to confirm the presence of his adorable erection taking form beneath his equally adorable white boxer briefs. The word “Victory” flashed across my subliminal consciousness. Finally comfortable that Scott had resigned himself to his predicament, I was ready to return to the task at hand - which, to put in the basest of terms, was to allow myself to be brought to climax by my husband’s mouth while somehow also maintaining the presence of mind to recount the conspiratorial machinations formed mere hours prior by myself and my dominant lover as Scott slept in blissful ignorance. And yes, you heard correctly. I was most definitely ovuIating. A condition, in fact, that was clearly not lost on Travis, who had purposefully waited to reveal his surprise when i was at my very weakest. And “weak,” I might add is putting it mildly. “Baby…,” I said with a bit of a gasp as the gentle waves of pleasure i was enjoying began to build in both frequency and intensity. “Baby, Travis and I were texting last night about how much you’re going to grow to love coming home from work… or maybe from one of your mid-week business trips… to find Travis in this very bed with your naughty little wife.” Scott moaned reflexively at the prospect, unintentionally sending ripples of delight to the deepest vestiges of my swollen pussy. While He would never be so bold as to actually admit it out loud, my husband was thoroughly add!cted to watching me satisfy my bulls. And while Travis was most certainly a breed apart from the others, it was his utter domination of my tiny married frame that gave Scott his most powerful orgasms. A fact that undoubtedly filled my husband with a heady mixture of anxiety and conflict. “We were texting about…” I stammered somewhat breathlessly just as my husband hit my mark. “Oh my fucking god, keep your tongue right there you dirty little b0y,” I snarled at my submissive husband. Grinding myself even harder into his chin, I continued… “We were texting about how insanely hot it will be for you to hear your slutty wife moaning like a whore for another man as you toss your keys onto the foyer table. And how excited you’ll be as you follow those unmistakable moans of female pleasure to your very own bedroom to find your wife astride her bull, feverishly attempting to fit his every last inch into her drooling cunt. Sweetheart, I promise you from the bottom of my very soul that your penis will be rock fucking hard as you watch me methodically devouring Travis’s thick cock, inch by beautiful inch. “You know what an effort it can be for me to accommodate all of him, don’t you darling,” I drawled tantalizingly. “Maybe you’ll be lucky enough on some days to get home in time to witness the entire process in all of its natural beauty,” I said now looking him directly in the eyes, my voice dripping with type of affectionate taunt that only the luckiest of cuckolds can truly appreciate. The truth is, watching my struggle to take Travis into my tiny married pussy is most assuredly not dor the faint of heart. But For my husband, who requires no such labors on my part, the sight must cut to the core of his very manhood. There is, of course, the initial breach by my lover as the tip of his magnificent shaft finds the swollen and tightly cuffed mouth of my entrance. Followed soon thereafter by the excruciatingly slow descent as my greedy married cunt anguishes to stretch itself around its seemingly ever-thickening guest. And then, with the bIo0d now beginning to pound furiously in my ears, I’ll invariably reach that point where I feel as though i’m being rent in two by my endowed lover, thereby giving rise to the almost obligatory retreat upward as i slowly raise my hips to regroup and begin the entire process anew. But It’s at this precise point in time that my husband is almost assuredly met with a second sharp pang, as he bears unmistakable witness to the true scope of his wife’s affection for her bull glistening from the portions of his shaft now being revealed through its brief withdrawal. But hubby will have precious little time on which to dwell on such things, as his beautiful wife’s urgent assauIt on her objective begins to intensify by the moment. Until finally he’s met with only the piston-like blur of his wife’s married pussy feverishly milking her bull. “Just think of it, baby,” I now cooed almost reassuringly to him. “We can be having what we both need on an almost daily basis once Travis moves here next month,” I concluded before having one of the most expIosive orgasms Ive ever achieved while sitting on my husband’s sexy face. After allowing myself a moment to recover, I slowly lifted my pussy off Scott’s face and curled up next to him on the bed. Taking his now achingly firm penis into my hand, i steeled myself to deliver the final death blow. “But guess what sweetheart …” i said now beginning to stroke him to his own much-needed climax. “I haven’t even told you the best part yet.”