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(ASSM) Tom's Secret <*> (SerathRune) (FM MM, cons, Mdom, Fdom, wife,
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Tom's Secret -- SerathRune (c) Copyright 2000 by
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This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express
written permission of the author.
This is a work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you
are not an adult, or are offended by stories .with strong sexual themes.
To the readers:
"Tom's Secret" was inspired by a wonderful story, "the husband" by
Alcibade. That story is probably the my favorite erotic story on the
Internet. It's subject matter, wife watching, is not one that ever
interested me. But Alcibade is an incredible writer and the erotic
power and (believe it or not) romance of "the husband" will stay with
me always.
There is only one problem with "the husband." It is unfinished. The
frustration of getting to the last chapter and discovering that there is
no conclusion is excruciating. Alcibade. as far as I know, has never
posted another story. She (?) did write a prequel "the wager" which is
not quite as good but far above average.
I hope you will enjoy this story. And I would love to hear comments.
I wrote it because I wanted to read a story like "the husband" but with
a conclusion. Alcibade, I hope that if you are reading this that you
do not mind. And whatever you are doing I hope that you are writing.
You have a marvelous talent, too good to waste.
Serath
Tom's Secret
We were in the backyard, gardening, when he told me. Tom, my husband,
said, "Ellen, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you
about." He got down on his haunches to meet me at I level. I'd been
kneeling next to the tulip border, putting in bulbs.
Something about the way he wouldn't meet my eye, told me that we were
not going to be talking about lawn care.
"What's wrong?" I asked. His dark and foreboding look surprised me. I
found myself straining to breath.
"Nothing." Tom gave me his pirate smile and took a deep breath. He
getting up the courage to say something. Something important that I
might not want to hear.
"You can tell me," I said wanting to comfort him. I reached up and took
his hand in my very dirty one. I almost dropped it. It felt like ice.
"Nothing. That is, I think it will be okay." Tom dropped down on one
knee, purposefully studying my grimy hand with its unpolished nails. He
sounded incredibly nervous which, in turn, made me nervous. "I've been
thinking about a lot of things lately. About you and I...about sex...about
something I need."
Something icy griped my gut. Whatever Tom was about to say couldn't be
worse than the vague imaginings I had begun to feel over the last few
days. "It's okay." I said hesitatingly. "I love you Tom, whatever
this is."
"I love you. Ellen, remember last week when you said you'd give me my
greatest fantasy for my birthday?"
"What is it?" I asked, suddenly feeling a spark of hope. Maybe it was
okay. I had been thinking that I'd take him on a trip, but if he wanted
something else that was fine. I wanted him to have a good time. Tom
had a submissive side that he hated to acknowledge and sometimes, to
excite him I'd do subtle things--buy him dinner and insist that he strip
for me. Nothing very unusual but it was fun.
"I want you to have sex with someone, a man I know. I want to watch."
I felt as though the world had somehow come apart and I was living in a
dream. I felt my eyes closing.
In a soft calm voice Tom continued, ""This is hard to say. I don't
want to hurt you. Ellen, I've been trying to understand myself lately.
You know I'm an "in-charge" kind of man. I've built the company. I try
hard to build a life that we can be proud of. .." He bit his lip, "I
don't want to change that about myself. But, this is a desire I can't
control. It's a compulsion."
I nodded. My face had frozen and I wasn't sure how to unfreeze it.
Don't say anything stupid, I told myself. But I couldn't help it. It
came out anyway. "You don't love me," I heard myself say. "You
couldn't love me and want me to do this thing."
Tom stood up and pulled me into his arms. He was shivering. "I am so
afraid, so afraid of disgusting you and losing you" he whispered running
his hand through the back of my hair. "This is a fantasy Ellen, one
that I want you and only you to perform. Its about sex and power but
its not about love. Somehow it is important to me but I do love you and
if you can't do this I'll understand. I'll live with it. But you should
know that right now I'm desperately unhappy. The only way I know how to
get out of this place is for this to happen."
I studied his expression. Tom is an extremely masculine and handsome
man, one to whom I am still passionately attracted.. I took a handful
of his beautiful dark blond hair and pulled him into a kiss, gently
taking possession of his mouth. His body trembled violently and I felt
hot sweat through his thin shirt. Then, resting my head on his chest,
I said, "Tell me."
His voice sounded so nervous that had I not known, I would have though
that he was someone else. "I...I need to submit. I'm a submissive
Ellen. Do you know what that is? I think that giving you to someone is
the greatest form of submission. Watching you, torturing myself with it
is even greater submission. There is nothing larger that I could
sacrifice. I want you to enjoy yourself with him but I want you to obey
him without question. I will submit to both of you.
My hands were shaking hard. I opened my eyes and studied them. My God,
I though, where did you get this idea? Who are you talking to that this
is the conversation? Suddenly I knew that much as I knew my husband I
didn't know him at all. That fact alone was far more frightening than
what he was asking me to do.
"I'm so confused," I said choking. "I don't know what this means. If I
do what you say you might hate me for it."
Tom pulled my face to look into his eyes, "It doesn't mean a damn thing
except that I'm some kind of pervert." My eyes dropped and I saw that
he had an erection. Confused and frightened I was suddenly incredibly
aroused. Slowly I unzipped Tom's fly and put my fingers through the
slit in his soft cotton shorts. His cock was hard, dripping with precum
and his whole groin was trembling. With the gentlest touch I began to
stroke Tom's cock as I buried my head in his muscled chest.
************************************************************************
Tom, my husband, is a scientist who runs his own biotechnology
business. The first time I met him, at a party in SoHo, he fixed his
brown eyes on me and I almost dropped the coffee I was carrying. The
man was that compelling. "Have dinner with me," he said his eyes
sparkling with humor. "I have a feeling you are someone interesting. I
am not particularly interesting but I will do my best since you're
around."
I've been with Tom since that night. Why? Who understands these
things? I'm a quiet kind of girl with a taste for brilliant men. Tom
can explain the space shuttle launcher at three am after a bottle of
wine. Give me a man who can tell me about James Joyce or explain
chemistry of DNA any day of the week. That's my type. Ironically, Tom
looks like the man in that famous Diet Coke commercial when he takes off
his shirt, but that's not the reason I'm in love with him.
That first night Tom's combination of strength, gentleness and humor
took my breath away. I could barely speak gazing at him. Luckily Tom
didn't know it. Its never good when a man knows from the start that
you're a sure thing, but I was. I've always been able to exhibit
confidence when necessary. Tom finds that appealing. Once we started
dating it was obvious that we were made for each other. We'd both had
pretty active sex lives as young people but HIV had made us more
conservative. Tom and I read the same magazines (the New Yorker, The
Economist) liked the same music (jazz, classical) and even loved the
same kinds of houses and furnishings (very modern with antiques).
Five years ago we bought a beautiful home in Westchester. We've tried
to make it a recluse from Tom's work with music, good wine, fabulous
food (Tom's an amazing cook) and art. The art comes from me by the
way. I'm a painter and sculptor and I sell my work to two New York
galleries, one in SoHo and the other on Madison Avenue.
It sounds odd, because we've been together for so long, but until
recently Tom and I never really talked about our sexual fantasies. It
seemed too private a thing to share. Our sex life was good, sometimes
great. I've always known that Tom must have some deeply submissive
fantasies but he never talked about them. Sometimes when we made love
and I was on top Tom would become weak and completely passive.
**********************************************
Until that day in the garden I was unaware that Tom was desperate.
Tom seemed completely submissive as I continued to stroke him. His
erection was throbbing.
"Just talking about this makes you hard?" I asked.
He looked uncomfortable at the question and would not meet my eye. "It
seems that shame," he said softly, "makes me hard."
A shiver went through me. The revelation was shocking in part because
it aroused me. I pushed him back very gently so that his shoulders were
up against the wall of our house. I moved my hand down and began to
fondle his testicles. "Tell me everything, " I said.
He paused, sighed and closed his eyes. I knew he was focusing on my
hand. Then he opened them and began to tell me what was going on. The
phrases came in bits and pieces. Still I was stunned at what he said.
A stranger was coming to our home at the end of the week. He would stay
the weekend. He would move into our room. Tom would stay in the guest
room. I was to trust and obey this man and enjoy him. He was a
sexually compelling man, handsome, very dominant but kind to women. Tom
thought I would enjoy sex with this man, that I would prefer sex with
him to sex with Tom himself. I was not to protest, no matter what he
did to Tom.
"If I say no?" I asked, my voice breaking.
"Then you will go to your mother's for the weekend. He will come and I
will meet him."
"Alone?"
"No. Uh, I don't know. He may bring a woman if you aren't here."
"I won't have this man in my house."
"Then I will leave and go to him." He stopped talking. Then continued,
" that is unless you threaten to leave me permanently. If you will
divorce me over this I won't do it. "
I began to sob softly. Tom was building to orgasm. I stroked him more
slowly. . "Will he hurt you?" I asked.
For a long time Tom said nothing. Then in a low voice his said. "I
need to submit to a dominant man. I need to watch him fuck you. I need
you to be excited by him. I don't understand it. "
"Will he hurt you?"
"I don't know. I hope not." Tom said.
This, I thought, was insane, really frightening. "How do you know he
won't hurt me?" I asked.
"I know sweetheart. You will have to trust me. He doesn't hurt women"
"But he has not promised not to hurt you?"
Silence. Tom shuddered, his buttocks tensed. His hips rose slowly
forward obviously against his will . "Oh God," he said closing his
eyes.
I pressed hard on the base of his cock to stop him from coming. I
couldn't help the shock in my voice when I said, "Dear God. He is going
to hurt you."
Tom groaned as in the exquisite agony that comes from orgasm delayed,
and shifted his weight. My hand slipped out of place. As the two of us
slid into the dirt he drew me into his embrace and began writhing in an
uncontrollable orgasm. In six years I had known Tom I had never seen an
orgasm like this. It seemed to go on even after a huge ejaculation was
complete. As I watched my beautiful husband writhing in the thrall of
this unearthly orgasm I wondered what would become of us.
******************************************************************
I woke before dawn the next morning frightened and apprehensive.
Wrapping myself in a long flannel robe I sat at the kitchen table too
sick to my stomach to drink the coffee I had made for myself. I had
said "yes."
How I had managed to gather my courage to agree to my husband's request
I cannot say. All I know is that I have never been so terrified in my
life as I was that morning. A strange man would be coming to my door.
My husband, the man whom I had thought I knew best, in the world was in
the thrall of a sexual obsession, an obsession which, he refused to
discuss once I had given my consent. After I had told Tom that I would
do what he asked, he had become extremely quiet. We made an early
dinner which neither of us ate. Tom did some laundry and we tried to
watch a movie on the couch. Tom refused to answer my questions about
what had lead up to this, saying only that he was not the best one to
ask. The stranger would explain everything including, apparently,
disclosing his identity. Finally I opened a book and Tom went
upstairs. When, sometime after midnight I crawled into bed I discovered
that I was alone. Tom had gone to the guest room.
Now, sitting in my kitchen in the eerie silence of the morning, I
wondered how Tom and I could get through this. Despite his assurances,
I was not at all sure that he would not hold it against me if I complied
with his wishes. Jealousy I knew, is a strange emotion that, when
squelched can pop back in different forms. Tom had never seemed jealous
but then, I had never given him reason.
I contemplated all kinds of things that morning. I thought of calling
my doctor and asking for a psychiatrist for Tom. I thought of calling
our local minister but Tom and I didn't know him well and I could not
imagine what I would say. I thought of trying to persuade Tom to let me
be more dominant. We could play games perhaps. I could get some books
on the subject. Surely there had to be a better way...
The phone rang. I glanced at the clock. Four-thirty AM. I picked up
the receiver.
"Hello Ellen." The voice was a man's deep and polished, an announcers
voice.
I knew instantly who it was. "Who is this?" I asked.
"Tom called me last night. He is very grateful."
I felt tremendous betrayal in hearing this but I was so frightened that
I could barely say a thing. "Who are you?" I asked.
"I am Adrian," said the voice. "Let me introduce myself Ellen. I am a
man whom your husband approached to have sexual relations with you.
Before I say anything else, would you please get Tom on another
extension."
I called up the stairs to Tom. He called down so quickly that I knew
that he must have been awake and listening. I picked up the phone
again.
"Good, I have you both here?" when we said yes, Adrian continued, "First
of all Tom have you thanked Ellen."
"Yes," said Tom
"Yes sir," said Adrian
Tom's voice was soft. "Yes sir," he said.
"Ellen, I am calling to ensure that you are aware of what will transpire
when I arrive on Friday at five pm. Do you understand that when I
arrive you must obey me immediately without any discussion."
I hesitated, "Yes Adrian." I said finally.
He sighed. "Good. Ellen if when I arrive on Friday you find me
physically repulsive I will leave immediately. Otherwise you may assume
that from this moment on I own you. Tom?"
Yes, sir."
"Unlike you Tom I don't like sharing. Ellen if you wish to seduce Tom
feel free. Just understand that I will ask him when I arrive if he has
had relations with you and if he has I will have to punish him.
Also, Tom take off your wedding band. You can give it to me when I
arrive. I will wear it for the weekend. Any relations you have with
anyone but me for the next week will be adultery. Am I understood
Ellen?"
"Yes Adrian."
"Ellen, I will return Tom's band to you at the end of weekend. At that
time you may do whatever you like with it. Tom, Ellen and I will be
having a special night on Friday. I expect that she will be looking her
best. Bathe her and dress her. I will send you something nice to rub
into her breasts and a lovely nightgown."
"Yes sir" said Tom softly.
He hung up.
The rest of the week went by in a kind of nightmare. Tom acted normally
though withdrawn. I found that even the simplest chores were more than
I could bear and left everything in the house to him. Everyday a dozen
long stemmed roses arrived for me with a note on heavy cream colored
paper. I didn't touch them. Tom put them carefully into Wedgwood and
crystal vases and placed them in each room.
I took to sitting in the living room in my oldest robe. I would curl up
with a cup of tea pressed into my fingers. It grew cold as I could not
drink it. By Friday I was a mess. I hadn't showered or washed my hair
in twodays. I was starved from not eating but couldn't hold down a
thing. At
noon Tom came home from work to get ready. He found me curled in our
bed.
"Ellen, if you can't do this I understand." He said. "But if you are
going to do it then you must try to enjoy it." He came over and sat
down, "I know that this is a shock but Adrian will not hurt you."
Suddenly, for what reason I can't imagine, I was filled with a
determination to survive this thing no matter what. "Draw me a bath,
Tom," I said. When he came back I asked him to help me off with my
robe. We hadn't had sex in over a week, a long time for us but, more
than that, we had been forbidden to have sex.
I am an attractive woman, about 5' 4" and 125 pounds, shoulder length
light brown hair--huge eyes.. I have the kind of curvaceous figure that
was popular in the 19th century a small waist, generous breasts and
rounded bottom. In fact I look better without clothing than with it.
Tom has a strong sex drive and the sight of me without a stitch on
usually moves him, even after six years of marriage. Even then I was
surprised to see the flush of lust on his face as he watched me head for
the bathroom. I knew what he was thinking. I was forbidden and
therefore quite irresistible.
We have a great bathroom. Our tub fits two adults comfortably, the gray
and pink tile sparkles. Tom had put lavender bubbles in my bath. I
stepped into the steaming scented water and turned to see my husband
flushed red. His pants were tented in an erection. Precum began to
ooze through his kakis. He looked profoundly embarrassed which is
hardly his usual demeanor when aroused by me, his wife.
"Tom," I asked, smiling for the first time in days "Has your fantasy
begun?"
"Yes," he said softly staring at my cunt."
"Does that mean you must submit to me?"
He looked down, "Yes."
"So if I tell you to come over here a fuck me you have no choice."
Tom's face was grave. "Yes. I have no choice. I must do what you say."
"But if I fuck you Adrian will punish you?" I stepped out of
the tub and put my hand on Tom's crotch. He closed his eyes and
leaned against the damp tile wall.
"Yes," he whispered. "You belong to Adrian."
" I see. And you will tell him the truth no matter what?"
"Yes."
"Take your pants off Tom," To my astonishment," His expression
unreadable, his hands unsteady my husband began to unbuckle his belt.
I turned and stepped back into the bath. "I've changed my mind, " I
said. He stood gazing at me and for a moment I thought that he would
step toward me, but he didn't. Instead he came forward and did as
Adrian had instructed, first lathering me in the bath then giving me a
long luxurious shampoo. When I got out Tom wrapped me in a towel and
dried me then rubbing fragrant oil into my breasts.
I went to the bedroom alone and dressed in a black turtleneck sweater,
long black skirt and pearl earrings. I could hear Tom cleaning the
bath. Later heading down the stairs I heard a sound I had never heard
in all our time together. Tom was crying. I was profoundly sorry for
him. I really was. But I couldn't thing of a thing to say, so a kept
walking.
An hour later we sat in the living room. The doorbell rang and Tom's
checks were flaming his eyes wide with anticipation and maybe, fear. He
didn't move and we stared at each other. Coming to the conclusion that
Tom was paralyzed, I opened the door to the man I would know only as
Adrian.
Well, he was just as terrifying and magnetic as I had imaged. Dressed
in jeans, a black turtle neck and expensive gray flannel jacket, he
smiled at me smoothly and took my rough sculptor's hand into his well
manicured one. "You must be the beautiful Ellen, the love of Tom's
life. I am Adrian"
I nodded dumbly then opened the door wider for him to enter.
My mouth felt dry and I reached to my chest to quell the pounding of my
heart. Not noticing my stare Adrian stepped into our living room, all
six feet four inches at of him. I recognized the kind of distinctive
jaw line for which male models and actors are paid. But Adrian looked
too dangerous to be an actor.
I knew immediately why Adrian had left me the option of rejecting him if
I found him physically wanting. There was nothing physical about this
man that a woman could find wanting. Yet, when his eyes landed on mine
they were surprisingly gentle, humorous and sad. Then they met Tom's.
I watched fascinated as they transformed to become commanding and not a
little cruel. Their eyes didn't meet for long though. Tom looked away
first. I watched and felt the first shiver of desire go through me,
first for the dominant Adrian but then for my submissive husband.
Adrian took a seat on the couch and motioned for Tom to sit across from
us.
"Well, Tom," he said. "It looks like you're about to have the treat of
your life. Why don't you tell Ellen here one more time what is about to
happen. She's just bound to be thrilled to find out what a macho
fantasy you have."
Tom shifted uncomfortably, and was silent. His color began to rise.
We sat in silence for a moment. Then, almost before I could understand
what was happening Adrian jumped from the chair like a shot and grabbed
Tom by the back of his shirt. Then he dragged my husband from the chair
and threw him against the wall. "TELL HER," he shouted.
Tom took a breath then began to speak softly, his eyes glittering
"Ellen for the coming weekend you belong to Adrian. I will be nothing
to you, less than nothing. You may order me to do anything and I must
do it. I am, of course required to submit to Adrian. If Adrian has
forbidden something and you order it I must do it and then take my
punishment from Adrian."
Adrian seemed unsatisfied with this. He fixed an awful gaze on Tom.
"Thank you Tommy." He said it softly looking into my husband's eyes. I
stopped breathing.
Tom looked at the floor.
Adrian's voice grew quieter. The little hairs on my neck stood up as he
started to speak again, this time in a tone that was artificial in its
lightness, "Why Tommy, are you truly unaware of what is going to
happen here? Is it possible that you do not understand? Tommy, Tommy
don't you know that I am going to fuck your pretty wife in every
possible manner? That sometimes I may become so aroused and involved
that I will not let you watch? That's right Tommy, I'm going to lock
the bedroom door and fuck her. You get to sit outside and listen. Do
you know that on some occasions I may make you hold her for me as I
fuck her? That I will first forbid you to have sex with your wife but
will order her to suck your cock? That I will punish you
severely for having an orgasm? That you will suck my hard cock before
this weekend is over--a cock hardened by your virtuous wife? That I will
fuck that virgin ass of yours whenever I GODDAM PLEASE."
I was horrified. Tom could not possibly be aware of what was going to
happen. This went far beyond what he had described to me. I stared at
my husband's burning face, waiting for him to order this man from our
home. Tom stared at the floor.
"Why lookie Ellen.." said Adrian. "Tommy has an erection. "
************************************************************************
I stared in horrified fascination at Tom's swollen crotch. Adrian
pushed Tom down on his knees.
"Now Tommy what I want to know is, is that for Ellen or for me?--- Touch
it. Ellen. Now." It was a command.
I walked over to Tom, knelt down and unzipped his kakis. Tom's cock is
very large and thick and his erection was wet. I stroked it
unconsciously and watched Tom's face. Eyes closed, expression bleak my
husband shivered. My heart broke for him.
"Ellen, take your sweater off," said Adrian. "I think Tom would like to
see your breasts. In fact I know that he would. You are going to be
amazed Ellen about what I know about your husband's tastes. Especially
when it comes to you."
I did as he said and felt Adrian's cool hands behind me, removing my new
white satin bra. My breasts spilled out of the bra and fell free in
front of me. I felt Adrian's hand touch them appreciatively. "Put your
breast in your husband's mouth," he crooned into my ear.
Leaning forward I shifted to allow Tom's long legs to stretch out on the
floor. I laid Tom on his back straddling him.
"Tommy, I certainly hope you aren't encouraging this," said Adrian. "I
would be very angry if I thought you were trying to encourage your
pretty wife. She's a paragon of womanly virtue you see. Amazing
though. In spite all that virtue I can't wait to fuck her myself. Like
I said before Tommy, I don't like to share. Real men don't like to
share Tommy."
Tom kept his hands on the floor but his cock pulsed in my hand. Adrian
reached forward pried open Tom's mouth and pushed my lush breast into
it. Tom began suckling the hard nipple, his face burning against my
skin. Adrian reached for Tom's belt and pulled his pants down. I
stroked Tom's cock as gently as I could, torturing him with the slowness
of my movements. Then, just as I felt Tom beginning to build for a
climax I saw that Adrian was at Tom's head. "Now Tom, you know you've
been bad. Very disobedient Tom. I'm going to have to punish you
later. I'm ordering you to pull away from your wife. That's right.
Get away from Ellen, Tom." Weakly Tom lifted a hand and pushed my
breast out of his mouth. His head fell back on the carpet and he began
to push back, out of my grasp on his cock.
Then, suddenly, I was in the air, off my husband and in Adrian's
powerful arms. "See you later Tommy," said Adrian who was holding me in
his arms like Rhett Butler. "Ellen and I have things to do. You do
some housework and make us a nice dinner. We'll be down around eight."
With that Adrian carried me up the stairs to the bedroom my husband and
I had always shared.
************************************************************************
The minute I was inside the room Adrian put stood me on the floor. "Are
you all right?" he asked.
I tried to keep my face a mask. I didn't trust this strange man enough
to let him see how shaken I was, not just by Tom's behavior, but by my
own. I was beyond excited. My nipples were hard my pussy pulsing. I
was frantic. This new Tom aroused me precisely because of his
helplessness and bleak sensuality. I was ashamed of him and excited by
what shamed me. Tom's torment made me want fulfill his every desire,
even if that desire meant punishing him and forcing Adrian's cock into
his mouth.
But as I turned my dazed eyes on Adrian I felt excited me by a new
forbidden fantasy. I had denied to myself that this fantasy was
exciting but the reality of Adrian was stronger than my denial. On some
level, I wanted to have sex with him.
Adrian took me by the hand and sat me on the bed. To my astonishment he
pulled my black sweater over my head, covering me, as though he were
dressing a child. "Pretty breasts," her murmured reaching under the
sweater and giving each a friendly squeeze.
"What is it?" I asked. "What is going on?"
"Nothing," said Adrian. "Would you like a drink?" I nodded dumbly.
Adrian went over to the door and opened it. "Tom--bring up a bottle of
wine and two glasses." He shouted, then closed the door again and locked
it.
I was sitting on my bed. Adrian sat next to me. He took my hand and
sighed, "He's not gay." He said. "He's sexually obsessed with a
number of things but you figure prominently. Did you know that?"
I shook my head.
"He needs to be dominated. I need to dominate." He looked me square in
the face. "And I'm going to have sex with you. Do you have any idea
what I know about you?"
I shook my head.
"Prepare to be shocked. Tommy's quite the little talker when he's
horny."
I could feel myself blushing, my eyes widening in horror, my pussy
flexing.
He arched an eyebrow. "Your clit is buried deep, hooded-- your pussy
soft and covered with dark curls. It tastes sweet and smells of the
lavender shampoo you use. Last Saturday you woke in the night and felt
your clit pulsing from a dream. Your husband was asleep. You reached
over and kissed him on the lips. Still sleeping he drew your naked body
to him and began to suckle. Frustrated, you told him sweetly to wake up
and fuck you. He
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