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I am Mikoli Greene and married to a big, beautiful woman named Sandy. Sandy is 5’7″ tall, with sparkling green eyes, a round but beautiful face, a body that has fluctuated from as “small” as an 18 to as big as a size 24 back to size 20 now, and a big set of breasts that were 38DD when we met to 40DD now. We are in the thirty second year of our marriage. I love her as much if not more than ever. Our life together has not been a picnic because Sandy suffers from Crohn’s Disease, a chronic illness with no cure. On top of that we have indulged in some extramarital activities, some with pleasurable results, some with painful results to both of us. We had not actually discussed not ever involving other people in our sex life again, but I had the idea it was mutually understood. Man, was I in for a surprise!
“Mikoli, do you still have fantasies?” My dear wife asked one night as we were preparing for bed.
“Of course, I do. I’m still living and breathing, aren’t I?” I chuckled back at her.
“Dang it Mikoli, you don’t have to be a smart ass!”
“You knew that about me when we were dating and married me any way. You should be used to it by now.”
“Okay, will you tell me any of them?” Sandy asked.
“Yes, I’ll tell you. You know I’ll tell you anything you want or think you need to know. Remember my promise while we were dating, no secrets, no lies, complete honesty.” I remarked getting a little peeved.
“Oh, Mikoli, don’t be like that!” Sandy scolded me after hearing the angry tone in my voice. “I know you’ll always be truthful with me. I hate it sometimes, especially when I’m fishing for a complement and you tell me exactly what’s on your mind.”
“Like when?” I asked getting curious.
“Like when I ask how my tits look in a particular outfit or how my ass looks in the same outfit.” Sandy enlightened me.
“Those were fishing lines? I thought you wanted a truthful answer so it’d help you decide whether to wear them or not. I almost always say the same thing though, right? The outfit usually makes both those things you mentioned look big. I also say ‘Just the way I love them!’ right?”
“Yes, you’re right, Mikoli. Can we get back to the subject that started this whole thing?” Sandy inquired of me.
By that time I had laid down on the bed. I have slept nude our entire married life. I started sleeping that way when I was a bachelor on my own. It caused a tiny disagreement when we were first married. It was the first and not too frequent time I didn’t cave when Sandy used her whiny, pouty voice on me. I believe that was the day that she realized I wasn’t a total push over.
As I lay watching my beautiful wife get ready for bed, the little guy decided to make an appearance. He was at full attention when Sandy finally lay down on the bed. She laid her head on my chest and grasped my turgid organ in her left hand.
My wife is not a fan of anal sex! Actually she doesn’t like it at all! I decided to create a better strategy that will make her beg me to fuck her ass! I started playing with her asshole every time we had sex, after a few weeks or so right before sex. She gave me a tube of lube and said that tonight is my night. We had an amazing anal sex and she’s been practicing it twice a week ever since. Believe it or not but you have to re-think the way you ask for anal sex!TweetPin It
‘How can this kitchen be so small’ Thought Dustin getting a cup out of the cupboard before going over to the counter to pour some coffee, no matter what way he turned he would end up running into Tamera.
It seemed where ever he wanted to go there she would be, her soft light brown skin brushing up against his, or her nubile body would pressing against him as her large breasts pushed against his back as she reached around him to get something.
Doing the dishes were the worst, her side would continuously brush up against him and her hands would skim his as she reached for one of the dishes to wash. Opening the fridge Dustin peeked at Tamera out of the side of his eyes.
There she was with her long silky black hair framing her beautiful face as she chewed on the edge of a pen, her lips curled up into a smile showing off her pearly white teeth as she made her shopping list.
Dustin sighed, Tamera was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever known and he had been hopelessly in love ever since she had come and started to live with him a year and a half ago.
“Ok I think that’s everything we need on the list. I’ll go change and then we can go to the market, is that ok with you master?” asked Tamera.
“Sure I’ll wait for you in the den.” Said Dustin trying to get out of the room as fast as he could to hide the bulge in his pants, as he left he didn’t see Tamera smile at him as he walked away.
“Ok Master” Said Tamera knowing that it always drove him up the wall with desire when she called him master. Ohh he tried to hide it but it was hard to hide the bulge in his pants when he was in slacks.
And she could always feel his eyes on her when they were in the same room, like he was disrobing her with them. ‘Now if only he would do it with his hands instead’ she thought wearily to herself.
Giving her master one last smile Tamera hurried up to her room to choose something to wear. Smiling to herself she thought about how cute her master always looked when he was flustered and how much she enjoyed teasing him when they were in close quarters and using every chance she could to touch him.
Yeah she did tease her master by brushing up against him or wearing slightly revealing clothing but she wasn’t doing it to be mean. She was doing it in the hope that her master would finally admit his feelings and tell her he loved her, or at least try and get in her pants.
That is what frustrated her that the nicest man she had ever met refused to touch her because he thought he would be taking advantage of her.
Tamera thought back to a year ago when her family had been so indebt that she and her siblings had been sentenced to slavery until they could pay the ever increasing debts their parents racked up.
She had been so scared about where she would end up and what would happen to her; now that her citizenship had been revoked she had no rights and would be at the mercy of her new master.
But somehow she had ended up on Dustin’s doorstep, his mother; a duchess of some land out in the southern mountains had been at the court and quickly bought her.
Dustin’s mother had been worrying about her son living alone in his town house while he taught at the college, he had turned down her offers to get him a maid again and again saying that it would be weird having someone do his chores for him or take care of him. But for some reason when they had met instead of turning her away he had quickly ushered her inside.
When she first met Dustin she had been surprised, she hadn’t known what to expect and was picturing the worst. But when the door was opened she was not expecting someone who was only a couple of years older than her twenty-one. The first thing she noticed was that he was slightly skinny and stood a good head taller than her.
But as she took in his face she saw his nice smile and inquisitive eyes hidden behind a thin pair of glasses she started to think how cute his face was with the curly brown hair growing down over his ears.