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That evening started like any other lie I’d told my husband. I told him I was going out with him. It’s always him my husband must wonder and the fact that they know each other makes things much hotter and easier. My husband knows we see each other a lot but he doesn’t know that we fuck, that this man gets to fuck his wife every chance he gets, no wonder he calls him a cuck.
He asked me to dress in a certain way for the event and I knew exactly what he was wishing for, I went Indian as always but the blouse that came with it was the real problem. Sleeveless, cut snug across the chest, with a heavy cleavage. Something i would not wear around family. The back was nearly bare, tied only with delicate strings at the back. When he picked me up outside my building, the first thing he did was stare, his soul loved the thing I had put on. It was that day when I had eyes glued on me the whole time and he enjoyed every bit of it.
During the whole event we moved like couples, he wasn’t just the man who sleeps with me, that night he defined why I get so submissive for him, why I would let him fill me up with babies and I won’t utter a word of dissent.
We fucked like animals that night, i did everything he asked me to, he made me moan in Latin and Greek while his friends in the other room heard how he was bedding the lady of the night and made her scream at the top of her lungs.
I got back home with gallons of cum inside me, i dozed off without giving a good night kiss to my loving husband.