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"What about my friend, Lauren?" I asked my husband. I bet I can get her to fuck you.
"What do you get out of this?" he asked suspiciously.
"You know what they say," I dissembled. "Happy husband, happy life."
"That’s not quite what they say," he replied.
I just wasn’t ready to admit how much the thought of watching him fuck my friends turned me on.

"What about my friend, Lauren?" I asked my husband. I bet I can get her to fuck you.

"What do you get out of this?" he asked suspiciously.

"You know what they say," I dissembled. "Happy husband, happy life."

"That’s not quite what they say," he replied.

I just wasn’t ready to admit how much the thought of watching him fuck my friends turned me on.

(Source: sweetdaddydave, via k11rsrdr)

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It started out with Julia — but then most things start with Julia. Anyway, at the beginning of the party, Julia wanted to feel Alison’s boobs. But by the end of the party, all the girls did.

It started out with Julia — but then most things start with Julia. Anyway, at the beginning of the party, Julia wanted to feel Alison’s boobs. But by the end of the party, all the girls did.

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"It’s kind of a family tradition," Aunt Ilene explained. "We don’t think any of the girls in the family deserves to be deflowered in the back seat of a Chevy. She deserves much more than than. She deserves to lose her virginity to someone who loves her. And your mom choose me for you."

"It’s kind of a family tradition," Aunt Ilene explained. "We don’t think any of the girls in the family deserves to be deflowered in the back seat of a Chevy. She deserves much more than than. She deserves to lose her virginity to someone who loves her. And your mom choose me for you."

(Source: yourwifelovespegging, via feeders2003)

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When you brought up swinging with your wife, she said, “You know, I’ve always wanted to make it with a black guy.” You told her that that wasn’t quite what you had in mind. “Well, maybe if you let me have my fantasy, I’ll let you have yours,” she said, slyly.
This is what, the 8th time she’s had her fantasy, had her black man. And you’ve been there for each one, just as she asked. But she’s still not ready for any swapping. “Maybe one more,” she says. “Maybe two.”

When you brought up swinging with your wife, she said, “You know, I’ve always wanted to make it with a black guy.” You told her that that wasn’t quite what you had in mind. “Well, maybe if you let me have my fantasy, I’ll let you have yours,” she said, slyly.

This is what, the 8th time she’s had her fantasy, had her black man. And you’ve been there for each one, just as she asked. But she’s still not ready for any swapping. “Maybe one more,” she says. “Maybe two.”

(Source: cuckwifeyworld, via blackpowerbbc)

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My husband is well aware of where and how I grew up. He’s well aware of my father’s attitudes toward black people — though its not like any kind of polite term like “black people” ever crosses my daddy’s lips. My husband is aware how I’ve subconsciously accepted my dad’s feelings.
That’s probably why half of his cuckcakes are black. He knows that’s a special form of torture for me. And when he gives me the choice of participating, but only if I go down on his cuckcake, I’m torn a thousand ways to Sunday.

My husband is well aware of where and how I grew up. He’s well aware of my father’s attitudes toward black people — though its not like any kind of polite term like “black people” ever crosses my daddy’s lips. My husband is aware how I’ve subconsciously accepted my dad’s feelings.

That’s probably why half of his cuckcakes are black. He knows that’s a special form of torture for me. And when he gives me the choice of participating, but only if I go down on his cuckcake, I’m torn a thousand ways to Sunday.

(Source: hotrodnut, via glicksters)

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If you go to the Rochampbeau’s house, you take your shoes off before you cross the threshold. It’s just the way they run their house. At the Velofski’s if you’re wearing a hat, you’d better doff it at their front door. Come to my house, I expect you to take your panties off. Its all the same sort of thing. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

If you go to the Rochampbeau’s house, you take your shoes off before you cross the threshold. It’s just the way they run their house. At the Velofski’s if you’re wearing a hat, you’d better doff it at their front door. Come to my house, I expect you to take your panties off. Its all the same sort of thing. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

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'Twas but a happy coincidence that Karin the WereBear and Melissa the WereWolf were roommates. It took them almost half a year to figure out the others secret. But then again, when the moon waxed they had their own secret to protect. But when they did learn, when they did share, they found a bond that was unbreakable, despite the strange pairing they appeared in their were form.

'Twas but a happy coincidence that Karin the WereBear and Melissa the WereWolf were roommates. It took them almost half a year to figure out the others secret. But then again, when the moon waxed they had their own secret to protect. But when they did learn, when they did share, they found a bond that was unbreakable, despite the strange pairing they appeared in their were form.

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For the first month of my slavery, right after the auction, I never was allowed any clothes. Most of the time I was bound hand and foot. I was constantly “in use” by one African American woman or another. It was almost as if I forgot which one was my owner. She had all of her friend over to help “Desensitize me” and the each used me in their own way. I’d never gone down on a woman before, but now, I was taught more positions for it than I would have thought existed.
And after a month, when training was over, and I became just a house slave, I would start panting whenever I saw my mistress naked, hoping that I would be allowed to service her in that way.

For the first month of my slavery, right after the auction, I never was allowed any clothes. Most of the time I was bound hand and foot. I was constantly “in use” by one African American woman or another. It was almost as if I forgot which one was my owner. She had all of her friend over to help “Desensitize me” and the each used me in their own way. I’d never gone down on a woman before, but now, I was taught more positions for it than I would have thought existed.

And after a month, when training was over, and I became just a house slave, I would start panting whenever I saw my mistress naked, hoping that I would be allowed to service her in that way.

(Source: amateurblackgirls, via sunnyboyfan)

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"Don’t you see the signs, Miss Hemstead? Don’t you think they apply to you? It says clearly, ‘wipe down the machine when you are done.’” Do you really think that other woman want to be exercising in your sweat, Miss Hemstead?”

(Source: bringbackthecane, via sunnyboyfan)

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"Oh, da!," Mrs. Lungarten said in her slight German accent, such a lovely shaped cunt, prominent labia majora and an exquisite clitoris. I have two clients, my agent of course, who absolutely adore labia such as yours. You shall be very popular, my dear."

"Oh, da!," Mrs. Lungarten said in her slight German accent, such a lovely shaped cunt, prominent labia majora and an exquisite clitoris. I have two clients, my agent of course, who absolutely adore labia such as yours. You shall be very popular, my dear."

(Source: bringbackthecane, via sunnyboyfan)

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From the time I was 12, I had a horrible crush on my older sister’s best friend. I never thought I’d ever let her know. But one day, when Anne was off with her boyfriend, and Lucy came by looking for her, I blurted it out. Lucy’s reaction was more than I could have possibly hoped for.

From the time I was 12, I had a horrible crush on my older sister’s best friend. I never thought I’d ever let her know. But one day, when Anne was off with her boyfriend, and Lucy came by looking for her, I blurted it out. Lucy’s reaction was more than I could have possibly hoped for.

(Source: mastersean87)

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