I reassure my new mistress I want all the holes her husband neglected

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What's the matter? I need a new pet name for you, my colleague turned adulterous lover. I call you mommy sometimes because, you know, you are a quintessential fuckin' milf.

You know, I can't believe you haven't heard that your whole life, I promise you. The boys in your daughter's class were all, you know, fantasizing about you, I promise. Yeah, yeah, you're that milf for sure.

But, you know, yeah, I guess having daughters, you wouldn't hear it as directly. It's probably easier to navigate. I'll tell you stories sometimes about, you know, my second mommy.

And, yeah, I call her mommy for real. But, no, I don't have a freaking, no, I don't want to edit this complex. Are you going to get weird of me all of a sudden here? I thought you liked it.

Yeah, you do, I know you do. That's right. Anyway, what's the matter? You're saying your ass is sore? A little asshole got stretched out? Yeah, I was up in it a couple times this weekend.

Like I said, I could tell that you were actually a little bit weary. That it wasn't unique to your husband. There wasn't anything about him necessarily.

Because he's not, you know, he's not an unattractive guy, you know. It's not, yeah, I couldn't imagine it being just a him thing. He's just a dumbass who doesn't appreciate what a fucking babe and goddess he had at home.

Yeah. And you were faithful to him until you found out he cheated on you too, huh? Loyal through and through.

Well, I'm glad that you've stepped into your fucking power and your sexuality to rule over this situation and correct his bullshit. Anyway, I'm going in a million different directions just talking at you. Somewhat distracted by your captivating beauty and sexiness.

That's why I get, you know, off on tangents. Because I can't maintain one line of thinking before such a beautiful woman. Such a beautiful woman with a sore butthole because I fucked her in the ass in front of her husband.

Yeah, she let me fucking pop in that ass fucking the first time. I pitched it, huh? I said, do you think humiliating your cheating ass husband would fucking help you relax into the idea at all?

He must have experimented with it at some time to know you were hesitant about it. At least some fingers or toys or something. Yeah, OK.

Yeah. I figured as much. But no, I mean, yeah, I'll have you know, don't don't worry.

It's not like I prefer it or something. I actually, you know, find that, you know, the woman's anatomy provides a, you know, in some ways more conducive orifice for intercourse. You might be familiar with it, being in possession of one yourself.

Yeah, don't don't feel worried about feeling sore or not into it. I would love to insert myself into your vaginal canal as well. It doesn't have to be your rectum.

I'm not partial to that. What I do like about that is the fact that it was raunchy and dirty and something you felt. Those things about that you felt a little conflicted about that you were willing to make an exception to your immediate inclination for me about that you were denied your fucking husband and made available to me.

That's what I like about it. It really helped add another layer to the fact that we were boldly fucking in front of him and had no shame. Showed no signs of stopping when he pulled up on us.

You know, add in the fact that we were in the middle of a sex act that you had rebuked his requests for for quite some time. It's even better. But it's not something that I expect to do all the time or anything.

Plus, you'll adjust. You'll adjust. Yeah.

You adjusted pretty damn well. Just within the first few instances, I felt you learned to relax. Let that sphincter muscle relax to accommodate.

Fat heart attack in your fucking hands. You are very intuitive and in touch with your body. And you are an excellent recipient of my dick in your ass.

Don't you feel self-conscious at all? This whole project is about lifting you up and putting you back on the throne of sexual dynamism and wisdom and expertise and authority where you fucking belong. That's right.

The thing I like about the fact that you immediately agreed, despite your hesitations internally, to let me fuck you in the ass, is the fact that it wasn't just a grading for your husband. I sensed a little degradation, humiliation going on within you. You were maybe worried that it was going to smell or you were doing something wrong.

You know, you have some of that religious guilt crop up over being told that you're a sodomite now. Well, give me a sodomite and a filthy whore and a junkie and a homeless drifter any day. Those are my people.

Sluts, the freaks, that's right. You can be classy and elegant and refined and educated and all that and be a freaky slut too, though. Because you are a very polished and refined, educated woman.

I was drawn to that immediately. But I could also see that freaky side maybe somewhat unexplored and wanting to fucking come out a little more, huh? Yeah.

Yeah, I liked that little sense of guilt and apprehension at doing something so raunchy and dirty that showed up in you. Yeah. It's not that I want to humiliate you, but noticing it, seeing that you had the desire or ability to override it in order to fulfill my desire, our desire, and our hot little role play of cucking up your husband.

That's what's hot about it. Maybe in time you'll expand those boundaries. You know, we'll see.

But just know that ever since that first day you confided in me at work and shared what you were going through with your husband's affair and then rode my cock in my car in the work parking lot after we made sure everyone cleared out by staying a little late, I don't have any grandiose or unrealistic ideas in my head. We can keep it to the physical lane, but I want you to know that I have a little bit of a possessive territorial streak that can come out. I don't expect monogamy from you.

Of course, you're married to someone else, and I'm very attracted to that. I like putting your asshole husband in his place, but what I'm saying is once I tasted that pussy, smelled it, felt it, I knew that it was going to fucking bring out that animalistic primal fucking desire in me. And that it was an all or nothing proposition.

I want access to your sex, your body. Why not want it? That's what I need.

In fact, I'll end up fucking clawing out the windows of fucking having a fucking little, you know, maniacal episode or displace a ton of fucking lust and passion. Who knows where if I don't have access to that fucking energy and exchange that is your fucking powerful, potent fucking sex. I want to own that fucking pussy.

I fucking need to fucking own that pussy. Fuck your husband. Fuck your husband.

In fact, I think when he comes home today, he should see me inside that lovely, silky smooth, sweet, syrupy, divine, soft, warm, wet, tight, pretty as fuck pussy. I think he should see us in action in its other attribute. He saw me degrading you, stuffing your ass with my heartache, dry and through your mixed pleasure and grimace, your surrender to the fact that I wanted the raunchiest, dirtiest sex I could imagine with you.

And I wanted it to happen in front of him. He saw you biting your lip, struggling through the stretch and the pain and orgasming through it and smiling and learning to fucking love the heart so good. He saw your masochistic streak on display.

Now I want him to see us having fun, bouncing our titties around, smiling, laughing, nuzzling each other, holding each other. And yeah, thumping fucking our hips into one another, rubbing our naughty bits on and in and all around, taking my outsides and making them your insides with fucking joyful smiles and lots of cunning. And gushing and canoeing, kissing.

That's what I want him to see today because I think that fucking attribute, that energy is just as fucking strong. What do you think? Yeah.

So don't you worry about the fact that you need some rest at the back door. I'm going to keep that on the menu and say that I want access if I make the assessment that your husband needs to be reminded that I have access to things that he doesn't. That he might be your husband and you might be his wife, but I own your sex, your pussy, your asshole.

That the pecking order of this little animalistic sexual hierarchy is such that I'm on top. And if he wants to challenge that, well, we'll all know. It'll be very fucking clear, right? That he's running the show and in command and in control.

That he's the fucking domineering and not to be challenged or doubted or denied one. But I don't think that's the energy he's bringing to the fucking table. And I think that's the energy that you're fucking receiving and drawing out of me.

Right? Yeah, it's a rhetorical question. I fucking know I wouldn't be saying this if it wasn't the case.

I wouldn't want to fucking make that big of a fool of myself. You've got to be pretty goddamn confident that that sort of thing is the case before you speak it like this. But I know that I already own that pussy.

I already own that asshole. I already own your entire sexual energy field. You've surrendered it to me.

And I will recognize when the energy and dynamic is such that it's not the time. Sometimes you might have that fleeting impression. And I'm going to tell you when it's just a fleeting impression and you need to fucking open up those legs.

And you need to get down on your knees and take this cock and move on. Are you okay with that? Do you trust me to make those judgments? You're not used to a man talking to you this way, are you? I don't talk to all my lovers this way, no.

But I can just tell that this is the dynamic between us and it's what I fucking need. I'm not kidding when I say if I can't fucking have it whenever the fucking desire wells up inside me, then it would be best for us to maybe go our separate ways. And that's fine if that's the case, but we both know it's not.

So I'm letting you know that, yeah, it's an all or nothing kind of thing. It'll work out, trust me. It'll do lots of great fucking.

Sometimes I might need you to fucking let me make free use of your fucking body. Because navigating life with this fucking desire unfulfilled is not something I feel pretty fucking equipped to handle, to be perfectly fucking honest. I think that we're all responsible for our fucking desires and actions all the time, of course.

Getting carried away or whatever bullshit people say when they break from the sacred fucking trust that is asexual interaction. That's all garbage. But this energy right here, yeah, there's a certain type of lust and desire that I would find pretty fucking hard to lay aside.

I could do it for a day. I could do it through the workday till the end of the day. I could do it till the next day.

But it would be there nagging and demanding to be relieved, fulfilled, realized. My lower energy centers demand to come into alignment with yours. My fucking balls demand to empty themselves into your body.

So they won't fucking drain properly. I'll end up with that blue-balled fucking feeling of pressure and incompleteness if I fucking do anything except empty out into you. I know the fucking feeling well.

Yeah, maybe we could mentally align our energy in the astral plane or some shit, but I would much rather dump a load in your pretty little pussy. How's that? Good.

I'm glad that you're aware of the dynamic as it is. That you're giving yourself to it. That you're participating in what life has presented to us.

This is just in our fucking flow. It's just part of this little power exchange, this little energy exchange. It's just an inherent fact.

It's part of your marriage even. Who knew? Who knew that part of your marriage dynamic was going to be another man owning your pussy? Owning your affection and sex and who it's doled out to, when and where.

And you can fuck whoever you want whenever you want. You're the fucking queen. I'm not saying that I want that.

I need you to do that. I need you to not repress your desires right now. That's what gives you, among other things, that's what gives you so much power and prowess and desirability.

Oh, I know I've got your hands full at the moment. And they'll be even more full, trust me. I'm going to bring some friends over real soon.

What time is it? When does your husband get home? 20 minutes from now? That's perfect.

Fucking turn around. Yeah, get this fucking, just hike that dress up. Turn around, yeah.

I'm just going to tease you with the head and my cock. The talking was a foreplay. I see you're fucking nice and wet.

Yeah, way to go, mommy, getting all wet just by me talking to you. That's a fucking good, good married slut. This married slut got all wet just because we were talking about sex.

I fucking love it. I fucking love it. Yeah, you like the way I'm teasing the outside of your pussy lips and your clit with my dick.

You like that outside. Creech fucking and the way I'm circling the head of my cock over your clit. Separating the labia of your pretty, pretty, pretty pussy.

I need to be inside you. Oh, yes. Oh, my God, yes.

Yes, this is what is supposed to fucking be happening right now. You can't tell me that that is not a little bit more euphoric and glowy and tingly than it need be, than it necessarily is. You know, sliding into just any old random orifice doesn't always feel that goddamn connected and tingly delightful, does it?

That's my fucking pussy. Fuck your husband, Jack. Fuck your mom.

Fuck dad. He's out of his mind if he thinks I'm going to back down on that for a second. That's my fucking pussy, isn't it? Yeah, you know it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Celebrate it. It's fucking good news.

And it's just the fucking case. That's my fucking pussy. I fucking have to have it.

It's mine. I have to fucking have it. I'm not fucking, I'm not returning it.

I'm not returning it. This was not a once-off. Fucking put him in his place and rebalance the scales and go back to normal.

Oh no. This energy is just building this primal fucking desire I have to fucking ravage you and fucking hold you down and satisfy you and fucking breathe you. It's fucking just blossoming.

It's just fucking sprouting. It's just coming into being. It's only beginning.