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I wanted her to be used...

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Tom Covenent Erotic Author, seeking inspiration POSTS   LIKES   ASK ME ANYTHING   PANTIES OVER THE STRAPS YOU KNOW IT MAKES SENSE, WEARING PANTIES OVER STRAPS ALLOWS THEM TO BE SLIPPED DOWN A LITTLE, OFF...ON AGAIN...WITHOUT DISTURBING HER STOCKINGS.    THE MEETING   THE AGENCY   THE FOURTH ROOM (PART 1)   STOCKING CLIPS   LINGERIE AND EROTICA STORES   FALLEN - PART 1 OF THE PRINCESS OF THE FALL   WIVES AWAKENED   ARCHIVE I wanted her to be used. I’m surprised, reading these naughty stories, at how many husbands enjoy the idea of their wife being adulterous with other men. I thought I was unusual. I’d fantasised for many years, dreaming up situations that could never actually happen. I’d never dared tell her about my imaginings, fearing that if she knew she would be disgusted and disappointed in me. She’s no prude, when we first met she had shared some ropey old porn videos that he...

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“Allow me,” he said, opening his hands toward her. She took his meaning and suddenly completely comfortable and without thinking about the others, she stood and slipped the knot in the belt, the robe fell open. She turned her back toward him, allowing her only garment to slip from her shoulders into his waiting hands. He laid her husband’s gift over the back of the chair. She turned back to face him, immediately remembering the others. In a rush, her nerves returned. The thought went through her mind, I am naked in front of complete strangers, next to an attractive tousle haired man young enough to be my son.  “Would you mind taking off your shoes, when you sit down?” he said, interrupting her thoughts.  She looked down past breasts, belly, to her feet. Shining black shoes peeked out below her exposed breasts, somehow the shoes emphasised her nakedness. “Oh, no, sorry. I forgot I was wearing them.” “If you sit," he said, helpfully, "I’ll slip those o...