I am a 38 yr. old married bisexual woman who is a successful senior level administrator and career woman by day by all appearances, however things aren’t always what they first appear to be, because hidden under my well-crafted public persona, there’s a very secret side of me where my inner hotwife bi slut resides and she” is very much alive and flourishing after surrendering to the naughty, wanton, kinky (and some might even say), taboo desires that have consumed “her” thoughts, and instead of repressing them and hiding from her “dark side” like she did for most of her adult life, “she” now embraces her “dark” desires , albeit very carefully, and mostly because of my career and family. Fortunately my job requires me to travel to locations all over the country, and do so quite often, so when the location is 200 miles or further away from where I live and work, “she” comes out to play *blush* I also would be remiss to not mention that I am blessed and grateful to be married to probably the most insightful, open-minded and emotionally secure man on the planet, who also happens to be brilliant, confident, witty, funny, financially secure, and very attractive, however, he is significantly older than I am, and came to me one day just before he was about to propose to me (I later learned) and although I had never voiced even the slightest complaint, he said that given the significant age difference between us, he fully understands and accepts that he alone could never provide enough sexual gratification/stimulation to consistently satisfy a woman with a sexual appetite like mine, and he then suggested that I explore the hotwife lifestyle, and the rest is history, although I should mention that when he first said it, I didn’t even know what “exploring the hotwife lifestyle” really meant because I though a hotwife was a very attractive married woman ☺️
I'd love to seeing her young pert nipples getting harder and thicker as my tongue swirls over her glistening engorged lips and throbbing clit as I hear her gasp and see her eyes roll as her young cunt is paralyzed by my silled tongue and tecnique 🤫🤐☺️
I have just read your profile/description. I don't know why but it conjures up an image of a really sexy look when you wear your business attire. Skirts, blouses, jackets, stockings, heels, makeup up and expensive fragrances. Utterly irresistible in other words🥰🔥🔥
Stupid! It was so stupid! Stupid of me to agree. Hanging out with my best friend, Amy, and her asshat of a husband Chuck. Bored from all the quarantine and the pandemic and the freaking masks, we were finally together again. Drinking and laughing. When we agreed. We all agreed to a bet on a card game. The loser had to masturbate in front of the others for ten minutes….. and I freaking lost!
I didn’t throw a fit, but insisted on not getting naked. I could do this. Rub myself through my panties, even if he was watching. Gawd. A timer was set, and it started. I had my eyes closed, trying to ignore that I had an audience, when I heard him let out a groan….. even saying “Yeah, just like that, Julia.” I opened my eyes to see Amy going down on him, but his eyes were on me. That fucker! “Oh yeah Julia. Take it all.” He smirked at me as he had his hand on the back of Amy’s head as she deep-throated him. Damn damn damn!
I closed my eyes again, thinking only a few more minutes, yet realized I had pulled the front of my panties aside, rubbing my bare sex, completely exposing myself to him. I was beyond caring. Seeing Amy like that was so hot. I was on fire. “Let it happen, babe.” I heard Amy’s soft voice suddenly in my ear. Her hands on my shoulders. I don’t know when she moved around behind me. Her fingers lowering my bra straps before unhooking it, gently helping me to lie back as she started kneading my breasts. “Let it happen.” That’s when I felt it. A wet tongue sliding over my sex and onto my finger. A hand moving my fingers aside, then only the tongue. Chuck’s hot breath and tongue. “Ask him to fuck you, babe. You won’t regret it.” I was out of control. Squirming and whimpering from the dual assault.
I could barely process anything, when I whispered, “Please.”
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