Shrekboer - Naamloos

Lily Chee

I think mistress sent her to fuck with my head!

A Very Stressful Evening: I have been very stressed because of something my wife dropped on me. I’ve known, since last week, that she is seeing her boyfriend tonight. But last night she informed me that she’s considering letting him fuck her ass. I was shocked and have been struggling all day not to be angry about it. (In 11 years of marriage, she’s never let me do that.) Just now, as she was getting undressed to shower, I was all hands all over her and she took me by my penis and began gently breaking the news of her decision to me, while stroking my penis. She reminded me that she loves me very much. But she explained things in a new set of terms: Her boyfriend decides what they do. It’s out of her hands. Her job is simply to service his sexual wants and needs. He cums wherever he wants and if he decides to fuck her ass, then he’ll fuck her ass – it’s his decision. ”He’s my boss and he owns my body,” she told me as she rubbed my penis. ”Do you want him to fuck your ass?” I asked. ”Yeah. Yeah I do. I hope he does tonight.” You can just imagine my jealousy. She continued, “You’ve had 10 years to get up the nerve and you never did.” She’s right, I simply never got up the nerve to ask my wife if we could do that. “T., on the other hand, has been enthralled with my ass since the day we met last year. He’s been trying to pry his way in there with his cock every time we’re together. So … he wins out. If he tries tonight, he gets to have my ass.” “Maybe we can start doing that this weekend?” I suggested. “Mmmm … I doubt it. Actually T. has been talking about me being exclusive with him.” She kept rubbing my penis. “What!? You’re not really considering that, are you? What about his live-in girlfriend?!” “Well, I said he talks about ME being exclusively for him. Of course he would keep fucking his girlfriend. Am I thinking about it? Like I said, it’s not my decision. If he decides I’m exclusively for him, then that’s his choice.” “What about me?! I’m your husband!”

“Don’t worry sweetie. I’m sure he’‘l understand you need a hand job occasionally. I’ll put in a good word for you.”