doing peachy quean

Lady cuck in her late late 30s edges constantly and writes about her rl. formerly same name without the number but hopefully now unnerfed.

[oldwinesoultoo]

[project-m4yhem]

It had become tradition anytime he would return home from fucking another girl. Where jealousy once lurked now lived curiosity. You were fascinated by how different each girl was. He would pin you down and fuck you as he told you about his experience. What positions made the girls cum the hardest, and where they wanted him to finish. Not that you doubted him, but it made you extra wet when you could still taste the other girls on his cock. Often there were multiple rounds to describe, each resulting in an orgasm of your own as the story reached its climax. At the end, he would reclaim you by finishing inside you. Marking his territory before beginning his search for his next hookup.

[twistedxxlogic]

His Type

Do you know his type?

His type is you, of course, but many guys have multiple types. Maybe he wants something different.

Finding girls who are very different from you, and watching him enjoy them, it will do interesting things to your mind. You'll be interested. I promise.

You're probably imagining a succession of pretty girls for you to gently hold while he fucks them. Like a new one each week. It's less threatening that way.

But that's not how it's going to go. There are not many girls who are okay with this dynamic. But the ones who like it... they really like it.

You'll only find a couple of girls. Maybe even just one. And either way, he'll have a favorite. One he invites over and over.

It won't be just sex. Think about the romantic dinners where you cook and serve for them, then get under the table to get him ready for the main event.

Think about the fun games nights, where he's on the computer playing the games he used to play with you with her instead, and you're left bound on the bed until they're ready to come upstairs. They're already kissing when they walk in, before she even settles into your arms.

Sometimes they just cuddle on the couch, watching tv together. You're on your knees between their legs, pleasing both in turn. They rub your head and call you a good pet.

[twistedxxlogic]

I left out the part where they rape you together. It's such a good bonding activity. For them.

She's holding you down, her generous boobs in your face to muffle your screams. He's between your legs, pounding you into the mattress while you kick and twist.

And she comforts you. Hush, little one. It's okay, you're okay, you're safe here.

Because they do love you. They understand that after seeing them together all day, you needed to feel useful. You needed to feel still wanted. So they show you how important you are to them.

[peachyqu3an]

My man and my girlfriend have been dating. Well. She's not really my girlfriend anymore; he's been seeing her once a week and I only see her seasonally. She was reluctant at first but he promised to court her and woo her and all that old fashioned sweetness.

He did! And then she had his dick. And now she's obsessed.

Now that he's gotten to know her, you know, biblically, she can't get enough, even though she hadn't been with a man, and she &I rarely made love--in fact she told me she thought she might be asexual, not a lesbian.

But wow, is that NOT the case for the two of them. He's so ecstatic to feel her around him and she can't get enough of his huge dick and eager mouth. It's been almost two months since their first time and every time he sees her he's giddy again; it's sweet & adorable how obsessed they are--even as my pussy clenches in jealousy, I'm just going awwww 😍

It burns that I can't remember the last time he was so twitterpated over getting to see me naked. If only the cracks in my heart didn't make my greedy slit ooze creamy need, maybe he'd stop torturing me, haha. Maybe not

Every week he tells me I should stay out late and tells her I'm out of the house for work. Then he changes the sheets so it's nice and fresh for her and makes her food or orders in. When she comes over, she doesn't try to be discreet at all.... I'm wondering how many of our neighbors know,but then again, why should she try to spare me embarrassment? She always leaves the whole place reeking of her perfume and her sex, including Him, for days.

I haven't felt like I'm allowed to demand details but I want them so badly. Since I try to be good, Master has given them to me anyway--i think he likes rubbing it in my face that he enjoys her. He tells me over and over that he won't ever stop fucking her, he wants even more of her sweet cunt and then he shows off the love marks she leaves on him that make me so angry at her presumption and dripping slick with fear at how she never even hesitated to replace my teeth in his skin.

One day when I dared to complain, He laughed at me. He spent that week counting up all the edges and ruined orgasms he was so generous as to normally allow me .... Then he gave them all to her!! He carefully spent extra hours making sure all the fake nearly pleasurable moments I had for his enjoyment were her Real orgasms, like a real woman deserves, not a sex toy like me.

It made me so horny when he told me what he'd done when she left that I worshipped his sex with my mouth for hours. He told me if I complained about the attention he paid her again then I wouldn't get to ruin at all, since her real orgasms are so much more rewarding to watch and enjoy from the inside.

Two weeks ago I said I might get home early enough to catch them and asked if that was okay and it was--

oh my God. I walked into them already entwined together, her pleasure peaking over and over like the most beautiful dance.

Seeing her multiple orgasms-- I don't have words. I was enraptured. I couldn't even stroke myself or touch them; I didn't even ask to be allowed. It was too awe-inspiring; his masterful pistoning hips drawing rapture after rapture out of her rosebud mouth.

Whenever she was visible my gaze rarely left the sculptural drama of her writhen face, but i only got glimpses as his body usually covered her soft curves. Their size difference is significant, a nymph to his sculpted stature--which she clearly luxuriated in. He holds her down and she melts, kissing his chest and nuzzling into the hair there as she mewls her pleasure.

After she had more orgasms than I've been blessed enough to have in five years, I saw his hips stutter. Her voice keened and I pressed my legs together in an unconscious mimickry of what I was watching. I knew as he sped up that I was seeing her take the very best of what I needed so badly, that I was seeing the man I loved being stolen from me by the woman I'd loved first.

"Give it to me, fill me, breed me, claim me," she begged, among other, more desperate pleas. He redoubled his speed, leaned into her neck, bit down like a vampire and roared an orgasm that shocked me with intensity.

Their matching satisfied smiles when he orgasmed hit me like a semitruck: I've never felt more like an interloper in my own house, and I've never felt more aroused without laying a finger on myself.

I didn't bother excusing myself when I left to get them water; i knew they wouldn't notice I was gone. 💦