Don't let your cheating husband think this is just a taboo indulgence, taunt him with the vanilla too

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Yeah, well, the truth of the matter is that that's a big part of the appeal for me. The fact that you're clearly a little bit outside your comfort zone in giving me something. You denied your husband all those years.

You're giving it to me knowing that not only did you deny it to him for all those years, but that he's going to confront that fact directly. He's going to see that right before his very eyes. The fact that you are open and receptive and allow me to take your asshole, put my fat dick in it, and you deny him that.

And that you are surrendered enough to me to know that that is the only logical play that you get back. That's a heard-so-good path of least resistance. What do I mean by that? I mean that once I got a taste, and once you set down this path with me, this path of making a cuckold with your husband and having your get-back with me, once you gave me a taste of that sweet, divine, delightful, well, fucking practically rapturous pussy, once you sat that slutty married mother pussy down on my dick and bounced around for the first time, talked shit about your husband while he did it, talked shit about how you couldn't give a fuck if he saw how you knew you were worth so much more than he was aware that you were desirable, that you felt alive and invigorated by a younger man's desire for you, that you felt renewed and rejuvenated by feeling how rock-hard I was, and how focused on you and your body I was.

It was you and your touch, your smell, and your nearly-twice-my-age body that got me so rock-hard. And here he was, claiming that he lost interest and couldn't help but have his attention wander. Bullfucking shit.

But yeah, ever since that day, when you first gave me a taste of that pussy, and then later, after seeing how responsive and how engrossed and taken with it all you were, I knew I had you wrapped around my finger. I knew that you were submitting completely, and that I could have my way with you. I could take what I wanted.

You told me you only blew him on special occasions, and that you had refused to able your whole marriage, despite him asking somewhat regularly, up to once or twice a year for twenty-something years, always to be denied without hesitation. I knew, after the first time we fucked, after the first time you gave me a taste of that married pussy, yeah, yeah, I love that married pussy, I love something about looking in your eyes and seeing you quiver and be overcome with pleasure and appreciation for the enthusiasm, effort, and sincerity you bring to the encounter. Something in your eyes that tells me, I can do whatever I want with you.

I can do whatever I want. I see that in your eyes. Ever since you gave me that first taste of that married pussy, which I love so much because there's just something about knowing that you took a solemn, sacred vow till death do you part to commit to another man, and yet here you are, doing things for me, and you refuse him.

Yeah, that's some powerful shit, huh? So before I even asked, I knew you were gonna let me fuck you in the ass, and I knew that you really hadn't liked the idea for all those years, and it wasn't the fact that you were repulsed by your husband or anything, it was the fact that you really didn't like the idea. Maybe it hurt, maybe you found it off-putting or gross, maybe you were worried about smelling bad, maybe some combination, but I could tell that you had a genuine aversion to it, not just specific to him, but in general, and I could also tell that you were going to succumb and say yes the very first time I asked you, without hesitation.

Well, I know you hesitated inside, and you were scared, and you thought it was gonna hurt, and you were anxious about him actually walking in on us, but I didn't doubt for a second you would say yes. Well, I knew I bumped you, and I like the fact that you have that inner resistance. I like the fact.

.. This might sound fucked up, but I think you can go there with me, I think you get it. I like the fact that it hurts.

I like the fact that you grin and grit your teeth and bear that pain. I like the fact that you can be in pain and orgasm at the same time. I like the fact that you bear that pain so that I can come in your hands and show complete ownership and possession of your body and your sex and your orifices.

But I am the king of that domain. Nothing in it is off limits to me. Your husband is just a figurehead.

But I can go into the dirtiest, raunchiest, most impractical, not for reproduction, solely for hedonistic pleasure and debauchery. I can fuck you in the ass, a woman who has a perfectly reasonable and anatomically built for sex, biologically meant for reproduction. Alternative, just a few inches away.

How raunchy and debased is it that we have that? Much more logical, if you will. Alternative, just a few and not even inches away.

And we choose to use your asshole. Part of my language for where you shit from. You're so dirty and so willing to give me your holes in your body and let me have your way with you that you let me put my dick in your ass.

The most unnatural, hedonistic thing you can think of. And you do it without hesitation. And I know it's degrading for you.

I know that you feel nervous about it smelling bad. I know that it hurts a little bit. I know that you genuinely thought you would never do it.

But he drove you to that point by humiliating you and making you feel over the hill and worthless, didn't he? Yeah, and I gotta admit, as much as I like putting him in his place and lifting you up, there's a big part of me that likes being the first to conquer and be given domain over that asshole. So yeah, it's gonna stay in the rotation.

If I tell you I'm fucking you in the ass, and you say, yes sir, and you open up, relax that hole and fucking open up, I'll let you know where I want you. I'll spin you into position. Whether it's from behind or laying on our sides.

It does seem easy to get all the way in there on our sides. But yeah, that's not coming off the menu, if you will. Just know that if I tell you I'm taking your asshole, your husband's gonna be home in 20 minutes.

And when he walks through the door, just like that first day we turned his world upside down, he's walking in to my cock inside your fucking asshole. And you're gonna do that. You got me? Yeah, you're absolutely right.

Call it free use, call it whatever you want. But that's mine. If it's mine, it's mine completely.

You got me? Alright. Anytime I say.

That said, yeah, from a purely practical and pleasurable standpoint, I do prefer that slutty married, silky smooth, soft velvety, wet, sweet syrupy pussy. Yeah. Yeah.

And I think we can fuck like little bunny rabbits in that way, right? That asshole of yours is so tight. And of course it doesn't have it's own natural lubrication, so.

There's only so vigorously thrust, you know. Those tight, dry, forward, full length slims at a slow pace will sure make me fucking drunk, but I can dance in and out of that pussy. And you, you can take it forever, can't you? If it's possible to make you temp out, I'll have a friend come out one day, and we'll get you there.

And we'll either make your husband watch, or we'll tell him all about it in excruciating detail. About how my good friend came over, and there was not one, but two dicks in your pussy. There was a dick in both your pussy and your asshole.

But for now, he's seen me fuck you on the ass. He's seen you taste my dick after it was in your ass, and tell me that you love it. Sucking my cock like it tastes like your own ass.

But today, he needs to see some good old-fashioned, built-up for fucking mommy's delightful pussy getting fucking slammed out. I want him to see those titties bouncing, you smiling, and you bouncing and fucking jiggling and shrieking in delight. The other day when you came home, he saw you in surrender, in a degree of pain, but loving it anyway.

Embracing your masochism. And we're on the same page about that, right? It's not coming off the menu, but it's a special dish for now and then.

I have a feeling you're getting a little out of line. Not respecting daddy in the right way. You know, not appreciating the new perspective and renewed lease on your sexuality that this interaction provided if you need to be reclaimed.

We need to remind your husband that I own every hole and I have access to you at all times. Whether you want it or not is not really the concern. If I need to remind you of that, that at any time, any place, I'll grab hold of you and my dick will be in your asshole.

Buried, balls deep, forcefully, in short order. You got that? But until such a time as you need to be degraded and humiliated like your husband did.

Cause I, yeah, I know it was degrading for you too. And yes, that gets me off. And I know it gets you off too.

But today, I want you to braid your hair like you had it the other day. And I want you to wear that lingerie set that you had on that I liked the other day. You know the one.

And I want to be fucking you from behind with that long sexy braid in my hand. Pulling it tight. Slamming in and out rhythmically from behind.

With your head pulled back by your hair. So that your neck is exposed. And I can reach around and put my hand on your throat.

And we can show him just how surrendered to me you are. Just how in control of you I am. And just how able to do with whatever with you I want.

But you don't want to put your very throat and breath under my grasp. And I'm going to squeeze your hair. I'm going to squeeze your neck just to put a little pressure on those blood vessels.

I'm not going to choke you. Well I am going to choke you. But I'm not going to strangle you.

And you know that. You trust me don't you? And yep that's what I want him to see today.

I want him to see the other more joyful you coming brains out in orgasmic bliss. Not wincing but just fucking coming as I fucking pull your hair and put my hand on your throat and fuck you good and hard from behind. And that velvety silky can't quit it.

It's mine. Never going to fucking give it up. I'm going to possess it forever because it's that goddamn good.

It turns me into a fucking animal. It turns me into a territorial fucking animal because it's so silky sweet and smooth pussy. Get over here.

Stick that ass in the air while I'm fucking you. Yeah I know. I know we'll be home in a half an hour but I want you to know I can fucking stay back here forever.

Are you kidding me? Oh yeah. Oh god yes.

This is where I belong. That's my pussy. I don't care what your marriage certificate says.

I don't care what your family thinks. I don't care what he says. I don't care what the law says.

I don't care what you think or what. That's my pussy. I belong inside here.

It's mine. Isn't that right? Yeah you know it.

You know it and you appreciate it. That's my fucking pussy. Fuck your husband.

That's my pussy. That's my fucking pussy. Fuck your husband.

That's my pussy. That's fucking mine. That's fucking mine.

Yes that pussy is fucking mine. Fuck your husband. Your husband doesn't have shit.

He can fucking have it. I don't see fit to let him. But you better remind him every time.

That's my fucking pussy. Anytime your husband comes here you tell him. It's not his.

That's my fucking pussy. That's mine. Mine.

I want that pussy. Mine. It's fucking mine.

Isn't it? Yeah that's right.