“I will do anything you ask. Please use me. Please, please use me.”
My wife Anne was begging. But she wasn’t begging me
She had asked me to humiliate her, to degrade her. I had delved into her sexual past and found the perfect storm. She’d had a complicated sexual relationship with her friends when she was growing up and a lot of emotion from that time remained. I’d invited two of her friends to our house to fulfil Anne’s dark fantasy.
They’d forced her to masturbate for them. Jane, had held Anne’s face pressed against the floor while Emily had taunted Anne until Anne had crumbled and begged to be pushed beyond her limits.
Jane stood up suddenly, releasing her hold on Anne’s head. Anne took a deep, shuddering breath. Jane pulled her panties from under her dress and dropped them beside Anne’s face. She lay down on the floor in from of Anne and spread her legs wide. She put her legs over Anne’s shoulders and dug her high heels roughly into Anne’s back. She had the wildest spread of dark pubic hair that I’ve ever seen. She grabbed Anne by the hair and pulled my wife’s face hard against her pussy.