Finally, Paul comes at the door and he looks sheepish as he says, “You are acting ridiculous.” I'm standing in his driveway, wearing a mackintosh and nothing underneath. Not even a bra or panties. I'm ready to be his and get back into his arms. He is so stern and aloof that it turns me on more and more. Then he tells me, “Our marriage hit a dead end and you're bad all this time. I know you hung out with another man, a married one, behind my back! So, you'll probably be punished for that, but not now. Now I need rest. Now I need to stay peaceful. You can't be the peaceful good woman, I want? Well, then you lost me!” I bump him back into the house. Once we are inside, I turn around, lock the door and make my mackintosh fall. He likes coy women eh, I can be coy I think to myself as I plead in a submissive tone, “Please, Paul. Forget what happened! Take me…” He takes me by the hips and kisses me hard. Then he makes me turn and starts to spank me so hard I feel pulsating pain travel a
"This was all a plan?” Ron asks. "How, what do you mean?” Stacey asks, shocked, and dumbfounded at being caught. "Yes, yes, yes, now that I see you two together, I understand everything! You did it all! You set a trap for us, you came together to ruin our lives.” Paul says. "No way! Never, never, never! It was so you could love me again like you used to. So that you could see me for what I am.” I say, bursting into tears and throwing myself on my knees at his feet. Paul sees me at his feet and pats my face. He gets closer and closer with his member and legs to my face. Then he looks at Stacey who is also on the verge of bursting, then looks at Ron and nods at him. Ron comes closer too. I have their trousers in front of me. Ron also gives me a little slap on the face. Then winking at Paul, he says, “Maybe they should be punished?” "This joke will cost them dearly, for sure,” Paul replies chuckling. She stands back, shocked, and says 'No, no, no. Ron takes off his belt and tells
And he sticks it in my wet pussy with all his power. As he enters and exits I feel the wet skin of my cunt open and unravel towards him. It's all a matter of pressure, I've wanted so much to become the slut or MILF my husband would want to fuck, that feeling the weight of my best friend's husband's cock is such an amazing experience that I can't control my excitement. In fact, I feel my pussy reacting to every stimulus. As Ron then gives me a taste of his penetration, he then comes close to me, caresses my ass, sticks a finger in the back, and then leans over to me and starts talking to me, “So? Do you like it? What did you learn from all this? I liked you like this, you know? Just the way you are, I wouldn't have changed you for anything in the world. I wanted you back, slutty, willing, and submissive as you always were.” And as Paul talks to me, Ron doesn't stop. His pelvis keeps thrusting against my ass like it's the last time he's ever fucked in his life. Paul wants me to answ
Luke and I have been engaged for about 5 months. I'm very excited about it, I'm involved, I like him, he's a very popular guy at school, he is cool, he is good in history and math, he is nice, in short, I'm happy to be dating him. High school, everyone knows, is a tough place. You have to pave the way for your future. Everything you'll ever be in life starts here. I'm red, curly, petite, with green eyes and my measurements are 32-24-32. Mum says I'm too small, I should put on some flab, but Luke likes me like this. I'm aware of it and I want to be as he likes me. Luke is sometimes a bit elusive, but you know that first stories in high school are always difficult at first. In the morning he picks me up from home by car and drives me to school [my mum agrees, fortunately :)]. Then, he drops me off at the entrance of the high school, I say goodbye to my friends and he goes in front of the basketball court. And there are his friends. Man. His friends. His group of friends is the real
I am all excited about the news about the mountain and I absolutely must share it with my friends. While he is distracted, I write them a message. They will be devastated and sooo jealous. Luke then settles down in front of the video games, on the couch, and leaves me there. Standing in the kitchen where I feel like a jerk.Every time I don't know how to move, I go all the way to the living room and sit next to him. And I look at him playing. After he plays something like an hour or two, he generally tells me I can play too. So I try to do something. I play with him for a while and first he laughs because I always make so many mistakes and then he gets fed up because the game doesn't go on as I lost so easily.Usually at that point I go home because my brother picks me up, but today he couldn't, so my mum will come by an hour later. Luke remembers t
He goes back to playing, he doesn't talk much but I don't think he's angry with me. After all, men don't get angry about these things, do they? Aren't they famous for being super relaxed? Always? "I have to go downstairs. My mum is here.” I'll tell him. "Well, I'll talk to her about going to the mountains then.” I try talking to him again to get his attention "Yeah? Bring two friends,” he replies, looking only momentarily towards me and resuming his gaming session again. Inside a joy lights up all over me. He doesn't want to dump me. He wants to be with me! "All right, all right. I'll let you know.” I say heading downstairs. I get into my mum's car, "how did it go, honey, how are you?", she asks me, I answer "fine", I close the door, and off I go, I'm out of danger. To go to his house in the mountains actually scares me less. We'll have fewer opportunities to be alone, we'll be in a group, my friends will be there, and it'll be fun. I spent the next day packing. Deciding exactl
"Oh God, thank you! But how did you know I was scared?” I asked him surprised. "I watch you all the time, Lynda,” he said and winked. "What? Okay,” I replied and kept quiet because I honestly didn't know what to say. The fact is, we're leaving altogether. Luke gives me a look, a kiss, and says, “Don't shout too much in the car, you and your friends while you're chatting. I will sit in the front with Brad so I can choose the music. I say ‘okay’ and we all get in the car. Lawrence sits with me and my friends in the back of the truck. And we started chatting. He's nice and friendly. Lynn talks to him a lot because she has a little crush. I almost feel jealous. But that's absurd. I don't even know why it was happening. I have to try not to think about it. Luke is all I've ever wanted. Dark, statuesque. Lawrence on the other hand is leaner, blond with green eyes. He's definitely a great guy. But all the guys in the group are good-looking. Lawrence is probably the most unique, he has a
“Hey, were you waiting for me?” he says checking me out shamelessly from head to toe“AH!!! What a scare!!! I thought you were sleeping... I took off my trousers…” I stammered, looking around to find my pants and cover-up.“That's how I wanted to see you,” he says and winks.“Don't be silly... Go in the other room and I'll get dressed.” I reply and step back.“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's not gonna happen,” he says, stepping towards me.“Don't be silly…” I find that the more stupid he is, the wetter my pussy gets.“Come on, turn around,” he says grabbing my waist.“No!” I reply and shake his hands off me.“Come on, Luke never makes you turn around?” he questions amused at my reaction.“Of course he has!” I protest not knowing what he was trying to do or get out of me.“And what did he say?” He laughed.I say, “None of your business” suddenly becoming sad.“I don't think he likes me very much…” I murmur to myself out loud although I am sure Lawrence heard it.“Mm-hmm.” he says continuing, “Pff