I think I have an addiction.
The other day I went on what can only be described as a rampage. After my first taste of cheating married cock the other week I had to have more. And with a number of willing participants ready and waiting, what’s a homewrecking whore in a sundress and no underwear gonna do?
First married man (R):
R is what probably could best be described as my biggest fan on the swingers website I’m on. Bless him – after every new pic I uploaded, I would get a tribute and endless admiration from him. It almost became a game, how much can I make his jaws drop. Even though he’s not really my type, I decided to make his day(/year) by arranging to meet him. I arrived at his and was snuck upstairs.
“Wowowow you’re even better in real life!” He stuttered, as I pulled up my dress to expose my bare bottom, which he grabbed, moving his trembling hands between my thighs to feel my wetness, eliciting a moan. I pushed him down on his marital bed and began blowing him, a little too well apparently, as he quickly had to stop me. I hadn’t even stripped off yet. I pulled my dress over my head and flung it across the room and straddled his lap, tits in his face. He looked like he had died and gone to heaven.