`` I belong to the boys now ... and to the boys I shall remain. ``

These Word changed my life as I typed them into the grouping chat that my husband 's friends created. My husband was not invited to the chemical group chat. Just me, his slutty wife, who just the night before fucked one of his estimable friends behind his back.

But let 's back up for a endorsement. My name is Stephanie. I 'm 27 years old, 5 foot 1 inch tall, about 115 pounds with saturnine brown hair, light cutis and brown optic. I was born and raised in Canada but my background is Lebanese. I have small, but perky breasts, soft creamy stage and my butt is the feature I 'm most proud of. My married man and I have been married for a year. Prior to this experience, he was the entirely man I had ever been with. Growing up in an ultra-conservative family meant that I could n't have boyfriends or stay out late.

This all started when my husband said he wanted me to get to jazz his protagonist better. They are a group of 6 guys ( including my hubby ) who are awfully close they have known each former for class. My husband is the only one who is married amongst his champion. He insisted that I dress sexy for our gatherings, as he wanted to show me off to his friends. I was glad to do this as I love my eubstance and wear dame and dresses regularly. I also did n't mind being the only if girl present, as I have a lot of male friend and grew up with two sidekick. We would all hang up out every weekend and I got to know his friend really well.

About 6 months ago when we were going to hang out at his champion 's place, my husband asked me to dress 'extra special'. I wore an ultra-short flannel mini skirt that hugged my body tightly and clearly showed my neon pink thong through the thin cloth ( Outfit 1 ). I paired this with a pinko, backless top that showed my teat pointing through. To be honest, I had tons of trouble functioning in this outfit. My skirt kept on riding up and I constantly found myself pulling it down. When I sat, my skirt would ride up even more, exposing my bright pinko thong to anyone who sat across from me, despite my Charles Herbert Best efforts to hold in it by crossing my stage or gluing them together. It was no use. I just sat there and let the Guy enjoy the view.

I was sitting on the couch between two of my husband 's friends, Rodney and Ken. Rodney is a well-built, brawny black guy and Ken is a tall, cunning white man. Rodney and Ken playfully caressed my naked leg and bare back throughout the dark and my husband did n't appear to mind this at all. I let them continue to caress me, as I enjoyed their delicate trace on my body.

Shortly after that, my hubby said that he was going out with the other 3 guy rope, and that Rodney and Ken would `` take attention of me ''. My husband had left his nearly au naturel wife in the company of two of his Friend. When he left, Rodney and Ken started to move their fingers further up my leg to the hem of my tiny petty skirt. And, without much reflexion, I found myself getting fucked by my hubby 's friends, my beautiful niggling pussy getting clobbered by their farseeing, midst cocks. I had never felt a rush like this in my life. It was absolutely exhilarating and the total of pleasure that I received truly put my husband 's performance in the bedroom to shame.

One secret remained when the night was over, however. Did my husband plan all of this ? If he did, then what was his motivation ? I had my suspicions, as he was always keen on showing me off to his admirer and specifically asked me to put on this whorish outfit on this particular night. Not only that, he was completely not phased by his friends touching my au naturel stage and my bare back.

My husband solved this whodunit for me the side by side day. He revealed to me that he was in on this from the kickoff and meant for me to get fucked by Rodney and Ken based on a pact that the boys made in the past. My husband and his friends were always a wild gang, partying every weekend and hooking up with new girls regularly. They thought that wedding would be the unfastening of their shake up life-style and made a pact amongst the 6 of them to not get married. The kickoff person to break this pact would have to let one of the boys fuck their married woman. There were no two ways about it and they took the accord very seriously. As my husband was the first, and only one of his friends to get espouse, the sweepstakes to be intimate my innocent twat were up for grabs. Ken was the lucky winner, but Rodney insisted that he wanted in as well. Rodney had done some favours for my husband in the past tense, making my married man feel obliged to him and so they agreed that Ken and Rodney would do me together if I was willing. My husband made it top that this was a one-time batch and would not be repeated. Everything would go back to normal.

But we had drifted far from pattern at this period. I could not go back to rule. What I had experienced was the effective sex of my life. I felt liberated, free, vulnerable, yet in ascendency, and incredibly positive. It was too safe to stop. I could n't stop. I would n't stop.

And so the undermentioned weekend when it was time for us to give ear out again, I put on another slutty outfit - a super tight, slitted royal profane mini skirt and a white bralette ( getup 2 ). I paired these with a white thong and peach-colored heels. I purposely wore a chick that would ride up and show off my tiny thong when I sat or hang. When we got to his friend 's mansion, I was much more sure-footed and incredibly turned on by the fact that my chick kept riding up to divulge my stooge impertinence when I bent and that anyone across from me had a stark view of my Patrick Victor Martindale White underwear that stood out under my dispirited dame. I sat with Rodney the entire night, letting him tactile sensation and caress my E. B. White, creamy wooden leg and my subdued, bare back. My married man was n't too fond of this, but I let it continue.

Some metre after that, Rodney sent me a discreet schoolbook on my headphone asking me to run across him at his car. It was time. Rodney left by saying he was grabbing a smoke, while I excused myself to the can. I met Rodney in his car. I sucked his grotesque cock, gagging and choking, but my strong Lebanese pride made me bind to the task at hand. Within an insistent, I found myself taking my thong off and hopping on Rodney, as his hot chocolate putz went between my vanilla legs and into my hemangioma simplex cunt. Rodney fucked me viciously and I hung on for dear life, as he thrusted and propelled his monster deeper and deeper into me. When it came sentence for him to land up, he asked me where I would like him to cum. I gave particular instructions to him to cum deep into my pussy. I did not care about the consequences or the peril that this would fee-tail. In the moment, I was only touch on about one thing. I wanted all of him. Nothing held back. All or nothing. And so, Rodney shot his cum inside my drenched cunt like heater. When he was done, I walked back to the business firm on my own with Rodney 's sizzling white cum oozing out of my cunt and down my thighs.

And that brings us to our account now. The succeeding break of the day when I woke up, I saw a Whatsapp telling. I had been added to a fork chemical group chat with all my husband 's friends ... my husband was not in the group chat. It was just me and them.

One of his friends sent a message saying, `` Hey Nina. We heard that Rodney gave it to you good finis night. Hope you had fun. Your husband does n't postulate to know about this group chat. He wo n't know anything. But the eternal sleep of us want our turn of events with you too. What do you say ? P.S. You left your panties in Rodney 's car. ``

My mind could not turn back my agitation. Who would have thought that a serious fille like me would suit such a trollop with my conservative breeding. kickoff, it was Ken and Rodney. And last night I had my learning ability fucked out by Rodney again without my husband 's knowledge. He was totally clueless and oblivious to the fact that his sweetness, innocent and gross wife got fucked by his ally. But again, who the nookie cares ? This is who I am now. I need to do this. I ca n't go back to just fucking my hubby. I need more. Much more. And his champion will give it to me. I did n't finger guilty about this either. My husband knew what he was doing when he let two of his ally fuck me. There were bound to be issue. His expectation of this being a one meter thing and for everything to go back to rule was unrealistic, and quite frankly, selfish. I was exposed to a world I never knew subsist and I wanted to disseminate my wings and explore it to the fullest.

I sent a message back in the radical chat with the tidings : `` Tell Rodney he can keep my panties as a memory. I belong to the boys now. And to the boys I shall stay. ``

I knew that cipher would be the same now that I had sent this message. And I did n't care. This is what I want ... no ... this is what I need. The determination of this group chat was for the boy to interact with me and for me to interact with them without any interference ( AKA, my husband ). As soon as I sent this subject matter, the grouping chat was flooded with messages like `` Woah Nina ! ``, `` Yes Nina ! '' and `` I ca n't wait ! ''. I felt an unbelievable rushing as I began talking to them. funny story enough, the boys started to indicate amongst themselves about who would have me first. Rodney was insisting he wanted me again, and so did Ken. The other two guys, Alex and Jamal, had n't had their number yet and were pushing to be next in phone line. The 5th guy was in a serious trust relationship with his girlfriend and could n't institute himself to participate ( no issue how much he wanted to ). He still wanted to be share of the mathematical group chat to stay in the loop.

This went on for some time, with the son continuing to argue amongst themselves. I just kept reading their content, smiling ear to ear, feeling special and overly flattered with the attention I was receiving. Finally, Rodney sent a message that I did not expect. `` How about we all do her ... together. In one night. '' The boy slowly started to message back their accord. Rodney sent another substance, `` How about it, Nina ? Are you up for it ? ``

I froze. I did n't bonk what to do. Taking both Rodney and Ken together was a challenge in itself. But adding Alex and Jamal on top of that ? Four hombre together ? I could n't cover that. That 's ridiculous ! How would that even forge ? Reluctance and fear crept into my mind as I began to deliberate my pick. And suddenly, my mind wandered bass into the hare role as curiosity took its clench. The five of us together ... it could really be something special. I could live pleasure that I never knew existed and getting fucked by all of them, one after another, sounds too good to guide on. I was scared. But I wanted it. I wanted to engage the plunge, to postulate on the challenge of the extreme pounding that I was being offered. I was greedy and I wanted it all. It was as if my digit had a mind of their own. I found myself typing in three alphabetic character - `` Yes ''.

It was done. I was in it. I could n't back down now. I was excited and nervous at the prospect of being treated like the boy'loose woman, their whore, their private hoe. It turned me on to no end. I felt empowered and strong and I could n't expect ! Sat could not come soon enough !

Later that day, my husband told me that the boys could n't cling out this coming weekend. Hmm, I wonder why. My married man asked me if I wanted to do escort night on Saturday. `` Actually, I was thinking of hanging with my girl. It 's been a while they wanted to see them. '' I lied confidently. Actually babe, I 'm already doing date night. I 've got four appointment this Sat but you 're not one of them.

Saturday finally came around. I started to get fix by showering and shaving my puss to make sure it was voiced, fresh and velvet smooth for the boys. I did my pilus just how I like it, straight all the way through with the ends teased to create subtle ringlet. I applied my makeup, eye trace, eyeliner and crimson red lip rouge. Then, it was time to get dressed. I went shopping earlier during the week and picked out my outfit.

What did I buy ? Well, of course I bought a chick ! I love wearing chick. one-half of my press is filled with them and the early half with dresses. This skirt was exceptional. It was nude-brown in color, made up of a thick velvety, silky material, fitting A-one short and extremely tight ( rig 3 ). My darling characteristic of the skirt was the laces along the side that required tying and tightening. The lace started at the hem of the skirt and went all the way to the top, resulting in massive, gaping kettle of fish along the face of the skirt. It showed my naked second joint all the way to my hip bone and gave a sneak peek of my thong. At initiatory, I thought about wearing a more subtle and less blazing colored G-string. But who am I kidding ? I LOVE showing off my flip-flop to these boy. I opted to wear down a leopard print thong instead, which I knew would stand out much more. I paired this with a backless black top with no bra.

I walked downstairs ready to depart where I saw my married man. `` WOW ! '' he said. `` You 're looking incredible ! ``

'' Thanks, babe '' I responded. `` I think you 've made me hard, Steph, how 'bout a quick one before you head out ? ``

'' Sorry sister, I ca n't. Got to go. Do n't wait up. Me and the young woman are going to be out recently '', I quickly said as I left. There is no way I 'm going to let you have got a taste before the boys are through with me. I do n't want to despoil their meal. I want to persist tight, perky and perfect for them. Not that your tool is going to do much damage to my pussy anyway. I bet my twat would take stayed skillful and squiffy even if I had let you get it on me ; they would n't know the conflict. I hopped into the Uber, leaving my married man high and dry as I went to go see my boys.

We were meeting at Jamal 's condo today. Jamal is a black guy, 6 ft tall, almost as well built as Rodney and was perhaps the cutest amongst them, while Alex is Edward D. White and just as tall. I took the elevator up and knocked on the door. Jamal opened it for me. He smiled and hugged me as he let me in. Rodney, Alex and Ken were already there. I walked up to all the guys, giving them all a skillful, tight squeeze play. I gave Rodney his common peck on the boldness as I took my keister in my regular spot beside him.

'' How you doing, girl ? '' he asked. `` I 'm safe ! '' I replied giddily. `` What did you tell your man ? I told him I was going out with the young woman. '' They all laughed in unison. I smiled. `` He wanted to do date Nox with me when he found out that you guys could n't hang this weekend. '' They snickered at this. I enjoyed taking insidious jabs at my husband. He was the one that exposed me to this unit site. If it were n't for him, I would have never become this someone. I was always a good girl before all of this ! But I guess I should be thanking him. This is the most alive I 've ever felt, I would not have it any other way going foward !

We all got comfortable as the boy started passing drunkenness around. I took my glass, sipping it slowly I was enjoying the soothing warmheartedness as it hit my throat. Rodney rested his glass on my second joint, using it like a coaster. I loved the notion of his chill glass and hand resting on my leg. He would occasionally whirl his glass, causing the cool abridgement from the melting ice drip on to my defenseless legs. Moments after, Jamal brought out tequila jibe. The political party was about to get started as I squirmed in my backside excitedly. The son drank their shots first, straight and in one interconnected motility. Jamal gestured for me get out of my keister and make room for him. I got up off of the sofa to give my seat to Jamal I proceeded to sit on the ground and on my knees.

My skirt tightened rose up further in my new side as I sat there on my knee joint in movement of the 4 boys. Jamal handed me a tequila scene, poured SALT in Alex 's hand and lightly held a lemon tree cut in between his own teeth. I crawled closer to the guys, pulling Alex 's hand close to my face as I licked the salinity off of his palm tree, gently moving my tongue out to the tips of his fingerbreadth. I quickly took the shooter. My throat was on fire as the grueling tequila rapidly slid down my pharynx. I moved my face close to Jamal 's and grabbed the lemon sub out of his back talk as my back talk briefly grazed his. I coughed as the boys cheered me on, smiling and proud of myself.

Good job, Steph ! They handed me another shot, this time Jamal was pouring SALT in his own hands he handing Alex a stinker wedge to squeeze between his lips. I grabbed Jamal 's hand, eagerly licking the sodium off as I grabbed the Citrus limon slice out of Alex 's mouth, biting his bottom lip in the process. The boys howled and cheered for me as a feeling of accomplishment overcame me. I put my implements of war into the air yelling `` WOOOOO ! ! ! '' and agitate my pelvis from side to side while sitting on my knee. I did the same recitation with Ken.

Then it was Rodney 's turn. As expected, Rodney provided the toughest challenge of them all. Jamal started to swarm a quaternary guessing into my spyglass until Rodney motioned for him to blockade. He snatched the tequila bottle out of Jamal 's hands he gestured for me to add up cheeseparing to him. I squirmed on my knees towards Rodney, moving my body closer and closer to his until I sat snugly between his legs. Rodney poured salinity on his forearm he held the lemon cut in between his dentition. He beckoned me to lap the salinity off of his arm which I did. He held me by the chin and pulled my grimace close to the bottle. `` subject wide '' he commanded. I opened my mouth he pulled my head back Rodney poured Tequila into my mouthpiece. He gave me Thomas More than just a shot deoxyephedrine worth of the burning hot liquidness as it spread down my throat like wildfire, some of it falling out of my mouth and dripping down my Chin and chest like candle wax

. I pulled myself towards Rodney 's brass, but he playfully resisted. My center started to well up with tears as the tequila continued to combust my interior. Rodney retreated the lime back into his sassing. I jumped up on the couch I sat on to his lap, my knees resting on his large, muscular thigh, as I grabbed him by the spinal column of his straits and engage my lips with his. I started to kiss him passionately, using my lingua to hunt for the lemon cut in his sassing. Found it ! I slid the lemon out of his mouth and bit into it, smiling from ear to ear as I enjoyed my victory. Once the burning of the tequila had ceased, I spat the Citrus limon cut out of my mouth and pulled myself back towards Rodney, kissing him deeply and biting his mouth in hunger.

He kissed me back, matching my passion blow for blow as he slid his vauntingly hands from my backbone and John L. H. Down to my bouncy ass cheeks. My skirt had slid up all the way, fully exposing my butt and my leopard print thong. Rodney smacked my right on ass cheek hard. I let out a mute groan while his tongue was in my mouth I dug my nails into his neck. nip ! Rodney slapped my mighty butt impertinence again I let out another moan. SMACK ! Another one, backbreaking than the live. My nails dug deeper into his neck as our kiss became wetter and fiercer. SMACK big H skag ! The room filled with the deafening whipping sounds of Rodney 's massive manpower clapping my meaty ass.

The overwhelming pain and burning at the stake was only matched by the undeniable pleasure of being handled by this king-like man. The three other guys sat beside us enjoying the display. Jamal started to take on with my hair, stroking his slender black finger down my cheek, navigating to my berm and down to my arm. Rodney, being the generous friend he is, decided to let his friends in on the fun. He stopped kissing me he looked deep into my eyes, our noses touching, my lips quivering my right butt cheek burn and imprinted with the remnant of Rodney 's deal. `` You set up, spoil female child ? '' he asked me.

'' Hmm hmm '' I nodded in a high-pitched, mouse-like groan. He lifted me off of his knee and gestured me to get back on to the story. The son stood up all together in military-like fashion they surrounded me, their bulges aching to be release from their denim prison. I had a unspoilt idea of what I was expected to do. I unzipped their pants, one at a clip, and slid them down with their boxer shorts. There they were declamatory cocks. My kings standing above me, looking down on me, their brilliant prick's firm and erect, waiting and begging for my attention.

I was intimidated and nervous. Fuck piece of tail nookie ! This is it ! Look at them. scarcely look at them ! 4 beautiful dicks and they are all for me. They 're so much bigger and thickheaded than my husband 's ! Am I going to be able-bodied to address all of this ? I 've officially become their slovenly woman. They are going to destroy my pussy tonight ; I just know it ! Alex and Ken 's hawkshaw were roughly the Lapp size of it, veiny, midst and appetizing. Jamal 's iniquity cock was longer than the other two and looked like an absolute treat. But they were null compared to him. Rodney. He knew it as well. He knew that I wanted him most of all of them. I had seen his brilliant cock twice already, but it still captivated me just like it did the first two times.

Jamal moved his paw down to my spaghetti straps he pulled them off my berm, pulling my top down past my chest to my stomach. My small-scale, innocent breasts were bare and my tit hard and perky from the excitement. Jamal playfully flicked my mammilla with his finger's breadth causing me to let out a unruffled squeal. I grabbed each of their shaft I then started sucking each of their cock promontory I gave them each 5 good sucks, starting with Ken and moving back to Rodney, ensuring they were properly lubricated before I started on the monumental task at hand.

I started by grabbing Jamal 's prick with one hand and Ken 's with the other as I moved my back talk close to Alex 's cock. I started to suck his dick, bobbing my head back and Forth River, while attempting to stroke the other two. This was more difficult than it sounds. I initially had a rugged time getting the motion right but Sooner than later, I was able to coordinate the move of my mouth with that of my custody. The male child each took turns stroking my hair. I moved my side to Jamal 's monster dick and grabbed Alex and Rodney with my hands, continuing the exercise. cam stroke and suck. Stroke and suck. accident and suck. Just keep going, Steph.

dungeon making the son proud. Prove to them that you 're worthy of being their hussy, worthy of the perquisite to make them in your mouth, worth of them being inside you. designate them how particular you are. Yes, that is justly. I think I got this. I think I 'm doing a thoroughly job. They seem to be loving it. I kept on sucking, slurping and stroking their dicks, giving each of them more than a bout of the wetness of my warm mouth. My eyes were closed, I fell into a trance-like state as I danced back and forth, putz to dick. I lost caterpillar track of who I was sucking off and who I was stroking. I went to Rodney 's massive demon and started to suck.

He stopped me and held my capitulum in place. I paused and looked up at him down from my knees. He was massive, king-like I was intimidated by the way he looked down at me. He positioned his cock, his hands firmly around my headway, as he started to penetrate my backtalk. I grabbed two other peter in my manus, I could not tell which hammer I had, but I started to furiously knead them. Rodney continued to fuck my look, his balls slapping against my Kuki as my spitting gurgled and built up, leaking out of the English of my mouth. bust started to well up in my eyes as I looked up at this man penetrating my throat with his devilish cock. The pleasance overwhelmed me as I let out repress moans of pleasure, taking diminutive breaths whenever I could, making sure that I stood my ground and took the punishing he gave my backtalk and throat. I loved it. Every second of it.

It was sentence for my future challenge. Jamal and Alex helped me up, Ken took off my top, skirt and thong. I stood there defenseless, as the boy looked at me hungrily, greedily, all wanting me and desiring me more than anything else. Rodney picked me up off of the ground he walked to the bedroom. The others followed closely behind. `` WOOOOO '' I yelled excitedly as the expectancy of what was going to come took hold of me, while the tequila started to marinade itself within my body.

Rodney gently laid me down on my back at the boundary of the bed. He stood before me as I slid my ass closer to the edge of the bed, welcoming his tool with my widespread branch. Rodney forced his devilish hammer into my drenched pussy, pounding me deep and strong, without mercy or simplicity. I screamed and howled in pleasure. `` FUCK ME, piece of tail ME, ass ME ! GIVE IT TO ME, RODNEY ! I NEED IT ! reach IT TO ME ! '' Alex and Jamal climbed on to the bed and positioned themselves on either side of my lip. I grabbed each shaft in a hand I started to draw them off, regularly rotating from left to right, to ensure both of them got some. Ken climbed on to the bed he started to seize with teeth and kiss my tiny tit. This set me off even more as the sensation of getting my nipples nibbled on provided me with sweet, sultry pleasure.

The boys rotated positions they each took turns at each post of my trunk. They were organized, spry and effective. None of them came while they were fucking me. They were saving it ... saving it for the last. A mouth on my bosom. Two dicks in my mouth, and a turncock in my pussy. Does it get any better than this ? Yes ... yes it does.

We changed positions. Jamal positioned himself under me as he pushed his cock in my pussy. He fucked me grueling and deep, his thick ignominious cock watering and ripping through my pussy lips. Alex and Ken stood in front man of my face as they put their dick in my lip one at a meter, alternating and taking turns. Then Rodney spoke. `` You make, Steph ? '' He was standing behind me, his hard, intimidating cock demanding my undivided attention.

I turned back to face at him. `` Ready for what, Rod ? '' `` To take it in your white ass '' he replied.

WHAT THE FUCK ? I did n't know this was going to happen ! In my ass ? How could I survive that ? No. I ca n't do that. Just my snatch. Not my ass. But ... what if ... what if it 's incredible ? Before this, I had no idea how dependable it would feel to become a adulteress. To no longer be a salutary girl. But I tried it. And I liked it ... no ... I loved it. What if I love this too ? I took a deep breath and moaned my reply back. `` I 'm quick ... ''.

Rodney took his fingerbreadth he applied a generous measure of lubricating substance on his digit and put them inside my arse, putting one finger at a time inside my petite piddling hole and pushing the lubricator recondite inside. His fingers felt gigantic in my tight arse but after a few instant, I relaxed as I got used to it being inside me. Rodney positioned himself closer, his cock resting at the gates of my asshole, while the former 3 were fucking my mouth and pussy. Rodney gently applied pressing, pushing his cock inwards. I let out a scream despite how entitle he was. He paused but I told him to keep going. He went deeper and deeper, slowly and almost gentleman-like, as far in as he could go. Then he slowly slid out. I moaned in agonizing pleasure as he proceeded to go back in. Then out. In ... out ... in ... out. debauched now. In ... out ... in ... out. He started fucking my creamy White ass faster and faster. I was being fucked in all three of muddle simultaneously. The boys rotated again, with someone new fucking my puss, my ass and my mouth every few minutes.

'' I 'm yours ! '' I screamed. `` I belong to the son ! I belong to the boy ! I belong to the boys ! '' I chanted over and over. `` I 'm yours ! You all own me ! I 'm your nookie lady of pleasure ! Your fucking slut ! YES, YES YES, I BELONG TO THE boy ! '' The pleasure and pain were intense, ferocious and unspeakable as I lay there getting each arena of my organic structure pounded by them. The throb made my toes curl, my stifle buckle and my body orgasm multiple times.

'' You guys almost there ? '' Rodney asked the others. They all nodded in correspondence. They all stood around me stroking their dicks, with Ken and Alex near my twat, Jamal standing by my breasts and Rodney standing by my face. Jamal came first he squirted his Brobdingnagian lading all over my tits. The warm, hot liquid felt soothe and refreshing on my skin as it slid down my chirpy chest and all over my chest and stomach.

Ken was next as he unloaded himself all over my pussycat, making it pie-eyed than it already was with his cum. Alex followed him up adding to the stickiness with his cum landing place on my stomach and trickling down to my kitty-cat and creating a pool inside my belly release. Then it was Rodney 's turn. His moan sounded like roars as his monolithic cock nip out truckloads of cum towards my face. It landed smack-dab in the middle, covering my nose, forehead, mouthpiece and chin. The male child left me to go neat themselves as I laid there, soaked in hot white cum from 4 dissimilar turncock, sticking to my pussycat, stomach, breast, neck and look. I scooped some of Rodney 's cum off of my typeface and licked my fingers and proceeded to taste the others as well.

Their cum was salty and delicious and felt like a well-deserved treat for me. I continued to slowly scoop bite and morsel of their cum on to my finger's breadth and solve it, savoring each fall. Rodney came back into the room he handed me a towel. I wiped myself clean and he effortlessly picked up my release soundbox in his weapon system. With my implements of war and legs firmly wrapped around his body, he walked me over to the john joined me in the cascade a few seconds later. Rodney took precaution of me, gently lathering my body with soap and water. We kissed passionately in the shower, our wet lip and bodies locked and united in bosom. He fucked me once more in the exhibitor, this sentence much more gently, almost lovingly. When we were clean, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out the bathroom.

Rodney gave me his shirt to bust while he kept his undershirt on. I put it on, it was large enough to be a dress. I walked out to the livelihood room to come up the rest of the boys waiting for me. I smiled naughtily to all of them they smiled back as I took my bum. My skirt, top and flip-flop were still on the storey. I decided to chink my phone. It was past 1 AM and I had 2 missed vociferation and several schoolbook from my husband. `` When will you be home '', he asked. I texted back, `` Hey babe, just about finished, gon na be dwelling in an 60 minutes. have intercourse you. ``

I quickly dried my whisker and hugged the guys. I gave Rodney a osculation and proceeded to rent off the shirt to riposte to him. `` Keep it '' he said. I smiled as I stuffed his shirt into my bag. I walked naked towards my clothes and started to put my thong on before stopping halfway. I took the lash back off and walked up to Rodney. `` Here 's something in recurrence. Another memory for you. '' He smiled back and slapped my ass as I skipped giddily back to my clothes.

As I was putting my wench and top back on, I could hear the son discussing something amongst themselves. I waved bye to them they started walking towards the door when Rodney called out, `` Hey Steph. What are your plans 2 weekends from now ? '' `` Nothing yet '' I replied. `` The male child and I were just talking. How 'bout we take a trip down South. You and the four of us. Leave your man here. It 'll be courteous to get somewhere fond. What do you say ? ``

I bit my glower lip and replied back with a smile, `` I would n't miss it for anything just let me do it. ''