[Taking Control.]

One order of older married man ☕️

I don’t support real cheating and don’t like it one bit but it would be so hot for us to recognize how wrong it is. He’s married, experienced, and older meanwhile I’m the opposite.

The tension builds up until one day he just snaps and drags me into his house. Into the bed that he shares with his wife. To feel his wedding ring on my body! Maybe around my throat, squeezing my cheeks, or the tight grip he has while fucking me. Fucking full of anger and need. It's so messed up but it feels good, watching as I fall apart on his cock. How there are tears in my eyes as I moan. How much tighter I get when I cum.

He can't help but blame me for this, for cheating on her. But maybe it's just because he is a perv who couldn't help himself. Can't cum inside because he can't risk it more than he already is. So he paints me in it, is so satisfied as he looks at the messy younger girl under him.

This was bad we both knew it even coming down from our highs. But that didn’t stop him from leaning down and kissing me. Telling me this would happen again and that we needed to keep it our little secret.

Hypno kink friends, is it too on the nose that my hypno pendulum is a rattle snake rattle?

I’ll tell you I’m dangerous and you’ll still come closer. 😏

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You’re fucking an older daddy and having the time of your life with him. He loves bouncing you on his cock day after day. What he doesn’t like is that you want a baby. He already has adult kids, and that’s enough for him. You don’t care. You pin him down and ride him during a time you know you’re ovulating. He says no and tries to get you off him. You don’t care. You hold tight and ride him harder while says no, until he has no choice but to erupt into you. You drain him dry and don’t get off until you’re satisfied and he’s passed out.

forgive yourself. do it often.

Start With a Bang, Not a Whimper

My husband Tom is the most kind, patient, and generous man I have ever known and I am lucky to be his loving wife. As I type this, I am watching the webcam feed he set up of his office, where a 22 year old grad student is on her knees beside his desk struggling to deepthroat his cock. She has no idea that I can see her now nor that I’ve been aware of (let alone virtually present for) each of her little visits to his office this past month. She’s clearly turned on by all the sneaking around, being his dirty little secret, and I wouldn’t want to ruin that for her with the fact of my approval. Approval? Who am I kidding? I picked her out for him to pursue.

Finding the girls for him to play with has become my passion, the clearest way to let him know how much I love him just the way he is. I intimately understand his needs for these younger girls, after all, I am not the beauty queen I once was. This is certainly not the marriage I thought I was signing up for, but now that I’m in it, I’m much happier being the procurer of his playthings than suffering the pain of discovering his affairs and deceptions after the fact. If nothing else, at the very least he lets me watch now and, when circumstances allow, join in on occasion.

I notice Tom discreetly glance toward the camera, winks to me, and then return his attention to encouraging the gagging teary-eyed cocksucker kneeling before him. That’s our little signal that he wants me to call him on his private line. As I dial the number, my eyes are transfixed on the screen. He holds her ponytail tight in his grasp as her head bobs up and down in his lap. She twitches at the ring of the phone, but he tightens his grip on her hair. Her eyes dart up to meet his and after a brief pause, she resumes working his cock down her throat as he picks up the phone.

“Hi, Sweetheart. How’s it going?” He says, never taking his eyes off the girl at his feet.

“Are you having a good time with your new slut?”

“Everything’s great here. How’s your day treating you?”

“Mmmmm…I am so wet watching her choke on your cock right now.” I whisper to him.

“That’s great, Sweetie!” he replies. He forces her head down, hard enough that I can hear an audible gag through the phone. My whole body trembles at the sound.

“I want to watch you fuck her from behind today,” I whisper, then adding, “Really rough this time.”

“Well, I don’t know. Are you sure that’s best?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please. Wreck her pussy for me. I want to watch you split her in two.”

“Alright, well I suppose that’s not too much to ask. I’ve got another call coming in; let’s discuss it further tonight.”

“Thank you, Daddy. I love you so very very much.”

“Love you too, Sweetheart. See you tonight.” He ends the call with a big grin on his face.

I hang up the phone, lean back in my chair, and reach my hand down into my panties. He yanks her head back, withdrawing his saliva-coated cock from her mouth. He stands up, letting his pants fall to the floor, and looks down at her tear-stained drool-covered face. She pulls his underwear off and takes his balls into her mouth, letting his slobbery cock rest across her face. I delight in watching him tilt his head back and moans with satisfaction. After a moment, he pulls her up by her hair and bends her over the desk. I rub my clit furiously as she pulls her skirt up and he positions himself to mount her from behind. He works his cock into her pussy and, after some adjusting, begins to thrust violently into her. When her hands intuitively reach back to stop him, he catches her wrists and pins them down behind her back. This sends waves of arousal running through me and I cum in literally seconds. He fiercely pumps deeper & deeper into her tight wet cunt, until finally I see his body twitch with the rush of his orgasm. He staggers back and collapses into his chair. She slips off the desk back down to her knees and at his signaling crawls over to clean his cock. I can see them laughing and he runs his hand through her hair. He wipes her face, then leans down and kisses her passionately.

My heart feels a pang of envy, but I dismiss it quickly. I am proud to be his good wife. The spouse of his dreams. I started this blog as a chronicle of my endeavors to please him. I want to be worthy of his kindness, his patience, his generosity, his love.