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Thank you all, my dear readers. I really love you. ...From Lucy, for you...
We sat in the armchairs, and drunk wine.. Me, the happy sissy, now the wife of the man who was more than 40 years older than me.
The man full of life, attractive, with his eyes fixed on the one, who was talking to. The man who was still Passionate enough, to find a young virgin to
made her his lover, always ready to satisfy her man. And the man, who was experienced enough to found a young wife, obedient and always doing just what he wanted.
He knew and was sure, that his wife felt a great love for him and that she was always willing to do everything she could to make him happy.
I looked at him. The more I watched him, the stronger my feelings for him became, the stronger my passion became, the stronger I remember the excitement I have already experienced in his arms.
The thinghs I've already experienced with him have awaken a passion
in me that I didn't come close to when I was with a woman.
It didn't matter, if the woman reminded me a hot porn star or if she was a prostitute who made me a man. Because now, my masculinity was of no use, there was only a little
sissy. A little sissy longing to be on the bottom under her husband, because she discovered that was the only position where she could find fulfillment in life.
Is he really going to make love to me? I asked myself. Is it really going to happen? Am I'm really goint to go lie to his bed and in his sheets, where I've lain so many times.. I lay there alone, imagining what was about to become a reality in a few moments.
He drank faster than I did and finished his glass while I had only half
finished mine . He looked at me and didn't have to say anything because his look was like an order.
I'll drink it later, I piped up.
He stood up, walked over to me, took my hand,, pull me close to his body and I felt his mustache on my cheeks again and I started to moan subconciously from sheer excitement his mustache and his tongue and his body and his hard cock was creating in me. My brain shut down. I was just a piece of lust for this exquisite man,
this stallion, my husband, who was about to take his wife.
He led me by the hand into the bedroom.
We came in.
The bedding was brand new, white, satin, cool and very inviting. I remembered to buy it when I was shopping last week.
He started kissing me again, I felt his tongue near my throat, sucking him, tasting him, runing my hands over him, feeling his hands on me, especially on my ass and under my skirt, on my smooth stockinged legs.
He tried to move the arm straps of my girly skirt aside, so that my skirt would fall down, but the cross band prevented it.
Let me do it. I'll be ready in a few minutes...for you, I whispered in his ear, looking up at him and couldn't help but moaned, when I saw how lecherous the man was.
He stepped back, he gave me one last pat on my ass and walked over to other side of the bed, where he always lay and began to undress.
I took off my skirt, and stood there just in shirt and stockings. He was lying naked in the bed, his irresistible, beautiful cock was hard and pointing to the ceiling
I exhaled deeply.
Looking at the magical thing, I started to perform my striptease and let him watch. Still looking at him, I neatly folded my skirt, and laid it on the bed. And began to unbuttoning my shirt, never loosing my eye contact with his penis. And not for a moment did I close my mouth, slightly opened, the tip of my tongue peeking out. I was acting, performing. How could I change from the half man, lying idly next to naked Jane,
to the slutstripping in front of a harden cock. Well, I didn't really know. , it was probably the right place for me, in this room, with this man, in those clothes.
The room was his, and so everything in this room was his, including his wife, and I was his wife.
I wanted to be this men's wife, my husband's wife, and I couldn't have ask for anything more. I wanted to be his wife in every possible way, and that meant, I had to be his slut too.
I was told, that the amorous duties are on my list of duties and that also meant I had to provoke and arouse a lust in my husband so he could
take advantage of me.
I folded my shirt the same way I did my skirt. I just stood there, in my snow white bustier, snow white boy shorts and black stockings. The lingerie of a slut, yet somhow fresh, innocent and virginal. I ran my hands down my hips, from my waist down to my thighs. The motion of a stripper for her audience, to get men's blood pressure of.
But this one was only for one man, him. I put my left foot on the bed and started to pull down my stocking. Slowly, eyes glued to the most important part of his body in those moments.
He watched me, and his stroking became faster. I knew, it was getting dangerous. He could reach the point of no return before I undress.
After I removed my brasiere, I turned around, put off my panties, and showed him my sexy as. From the drawer where I prepared it,I pull pink ruffled thong and pulled it up my legs, wiggling my ass in front of him until the back strip melted between my globes, into the hole, that was hopefully ready for his big tool. I had to prepare my lingerie carefully for my merital duties. I had it more complicated than most young wifes. I had to remember, that there were things that had to be exposed and the thing that had to be hidden so as not to spoil the picture of this lovely, young, inocent slut.
My clitty was safely caged and hidden. I read a lot of articles and advices on the Internet how to achieved the desired effect.
I turned back putting on the top of my virgin dress, it was something like a dress, with spaghetti straps, tight fitting at the top sith a sort of lacy skirt. Everything was see through and everything was on display, easy access to the nipples , if he wanted bite them or played with them
I looked into his eyes, and then moved my eyes down. He was still stroking himself, his gaze was on me and I knew, there was no
time for teasing. The man was going to do what needed to be done. I had to surrender because he was full of animal lust, full of semen, full of the desire to conquer..
I climbed on to the bed and smiled really shyly. The rest was up to him, I was a virgin and needed his guidance
Of course, my confident macho husband didn't waste a second. He 'pull me to him with such force, that I slummed into him the next momen I have found myself on top of his naked body.
The mustache, that already made me shiver of sheer excitement that night scratched me again.
The hard, big cock toched my left leg. We made out, he was agressive, he raped my mouth with his tongue, I began to loose my every possible inhibition.
Only one sensations began to dominate, I wanted him, oh, I want to be scratched by that sexy hair on his face, I wanted to be love by that big penis of his.
I ran my hand over his sexy body, over the rough skin of my experience man. It was in contrast to my virginal skin, which I tried to keep as smooth and delicate as possibble
We rolled over and he was lying on me with all his weihght. It was so exciting to be pinned to the bed by him.
He took a jelly that I left on the bed when I climbed on it.
I watched him stroke his cock and rub it to make it slippery so he could get inside me.
I opened wide, quickly putting several pillows under me to offer him the best access. He run his hand over my pussy, spreading it opened with his thumb and forefinger. I felt so small as I felt him open my tiny hole with just two fingers so he could slide that magnificent monster into it. He had to stroke it with whole his big hand and couldn't hug it properly.
He pushed a back strip of my light pinkg sweet girly panties aside and
put the mushroom head of the dangerous looking dark purple colour on the entrance.
I sighed I opened even more if that was possible.
He pushed. My sphincter opened. In one smooth motion, he slid in, until I felt his heavy balls hit my smooth ass. I moaned. It was so easy. Almost no pain. Just the strange sensation of suddenly being full and feeling it so intensly. Inside me, deep inside.
A wave of incredible excitement went through my body. It was like a wave hitting the shore with a warm see, that started at the toes and went
up in a one short moment until you were completely submerged and surrounded. But for me, the starting point of the see of pleasure was my pussy and more specifically, his cock in my pussy. I bucked my hips against him and practically rammed them into him.
He began to make love to me, his cock moving down there and his tongue moving in my mouth. I could only managed moans and whimpering one word.
Please.. please...pleas....
Each please seemed to be followed by the movement of his cock into me.
And so each please was followed by another wave of pleasure.
I dove into that pleasure more and more.
I plunged into that see, A lovely see of feminity. I dug the heels of my feet into his ass trying to push him deeper into me. He probably irritated my prostate somehow and I felt this strange thrill,, in no way comparable to my excitement when I has my clitty in Jane's pussy.
Welll, it was in no means comparable in intensity, and it was completely different feeling. And the psychological sensations, how do you describe it, when your legs were spread and you felt full, and yu felt a real cock moving inside you, , hering his growls and you felt your husband heavy, sweated body. My position was as feminine as it could be.
With his cock in me, I felt full, which meant full in physical sense and full like I was finally done. There were no more holes to fill and The Lucy was perfect. She was the woman
. I kept hearing whispering my Pleases and suddenly he started
moaning and whispering.
Don't worry, you'll get it. Don't worry, I'll feed the cunt, What a bitch. What a cunt. Perfect for my old cock, this tight and unused cunt. Finally, someone made you a good piece of pussy .
His evil words turned me on even more, if that was possible. I started squealing, I started scratching him and I started screaming
Fuck me, fuck me harder. Make me your bitch. Wanna be your bitchy wife forever. Wanna be fucked like this forever. Wanna have your big cock inside me. I love you!
He couldn't stand it, his pace quicken and finally he shaftet the cock
full force and I felt him deep inside my body
He stopped moving and started feeding me his cum just like promised. And intensive excitement , the teasing of my prostate, the mental orgasm I felt as I lived my dream, all triggerred my physical orgasm. I could feel the liquid from my caged clitty filling my panties. I got wet.
But I was only vaguely aware of it, his climax triggered a storm inside me, I embrace him with all the strength I could find in me, clung to
him and began to scream like the one, who crossing the borders, and appeared in realm where she had never been before. And I found that I would had liked to be in that realm like nowhere else, in the Realm of Bliss.
After my state of bliss subsided a little , I audibly gasped surprised at the wetness spreading around my crotch , I came at the same moment as him and the sensation of being wet even though your clitty is soft brought me another feeling of new satisfaction.
I just lay there, with my legs spread and my husband lying on top of me, his cock, buried deep inside me was flaccid and finally slide out of me.
He rolled over and lay down next to me , and left me there, empty, with my panties slowly sticking to the skin around my caged clitty. my legs remained spread wide. I was not able to say anything, I was not able to think, I was not able to do anything.
But why should I bothered with things like that?
I was done, there was nothing more to add to Lucy, the new born womam.
I didn't know how long I had been lying in this state. Then I slowly regain conciousness . I remmebered that I was full of my husband semen. I quickly pull a tampon out of my drawer and used the applicator to
put it into my pussy. I had practiced this before. I was fully aware that my beloved
husband wouldn't like to see his bed full of juices pouring out of me. And he wouldn't like to see his young wife, made up and dressed as he
liked as a sweet girl , the picture of innocency and modesty, as his semen and her juices flowed from her.
Then I looked at him, he was lying next to me, his eyes closed. I kissed his limp but still beautiful cock and then lick all off. Then I got up and gathered up all of his clothes spread out , folded them and put them on a dresser, folding them as neatly as mine. When I was done, I looked at him. He watched me, and he had a very slight smile on his face , that reminded me that of Mona Lisa. I knew, he was happy with me. Happy with everything I had done that night.
My heart was almost leaping with joy, I snuggled up to him and started kissing all over his sexy body.
I love you, I whispered to his ear.
He began to pinch and squeeze my nipple and listened to my quiet squeals and whimpers.
Then he stuck his finger in my pussy, a little sore from his love making. He went in, as if he was exploring my insides.
I kept squealing and whimpering, stroking his chest, feeling owned and therefore so happy. He pull the fingers out and put it to my mouth. Of course I swallowed and cleaned him. He kissed the top of my head and then unconsciously stroked my ass until we fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up early. I quietly went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was my husband's real wife, loved, willing in the bed, useful . Or at least I hoped he thought of me.
Could I have asked for anything more? I made myself presentable, like he told me I always have to be , and like I wanted to be and as beautiful as I could , and as much to his taste as it could be. I showered, pulled out a tampon and cleaned myself thoroughly, then used an enema and cleaned myself again with a sweet smelling oil.
I realized that he wanted me the way as I was yesterday. He probably didn't want any experiments, he wanted his stuff and his wife to be the same every day. So I just freshened up , the almost same light make up, symmetrical hair I chose my dress, a knee length tartan skirt and shirt in a very light coffee colour and a vest with large buttons along front opening of the same tartan pattern .
White knee stockings, with pink roses on the top. I thought they were very cute. And low sandals. I looked at me in the full length mirror and groaned with delight. I looked really adorable, like a cake to bite in to, and like my virginity reappeared. I believed, that his awakening would be beutiful.
I just took a quick look at the fridge. It said breakfast was to be serve at 8:00 in the bedroom.
I gave it some thought and being selfish, I made him scrambled eggs and bacon, to give him a lot of sexual strength and maybe I'd get
lucky... I giggled to myself and with the smile on my lips I prepared the eggs and coffee, and ate my cereals
I walked into the bedroom, placed the tray with food and drinks on the
table next to my sleeping husband.
As I placed it there, he woke up, probably because of the smell of the meal or my presence.
Good morning, I said standing there, besides his bed, with my palms on front on my skirt. I know, a soldier in front of his commander ready for inspection. He was looking at me, looking me up and down, very intently.
Well, I really don't regret ???marrying you, you-ve done well so far. But there is a lot you need to learn, he said,uncovering himself. There was his cock, hard again, my beloved intruder. My eyes automatically focused on him and my asshole tightened with excitement. Let's see how you can satisfy me with your sweet mout. u know, you're not in this household to talk much, so we must take advantage of your mout in a different way.
I looked at him, smiled shyly and knelt down.
OK, just swallow the hed and suck it and taste it like it was a candy. Watch your teeth and use a lot of saliva, to make it pleasurable
I did as I was told.
Excitement washed over me, as I swallowed the big purple head. It was a
beautiful colour, like it was a dangerous tool and weapon, to be use with care. But I was allowed to do it and now I was even allowed to taste it.
Well, suck, suck, Richard said and pressed his pelvis against my mouth so the cock went in and I gagged a little.
Your warm mouth seems to be turning me on too much , you have to learn by experience as you go.
Try going down, the more you swallow, the better and then start bobbing your head up and down, you surely have seen it somewhere.
I started to give head for the first time in my llife.
I tried to swallow as much as I could stand. But I realized, I was here to do even better than I was capable of. I was here to do my best. So I just tried to let it go down my throat, as I bob my head down using a little force. It was too big, the head seemed to be so huge. I gagged.
Tears startted streaming down my face.
But I sucked and sucked and tried to really get in in. I was always waiting for that tiny moment when my head would be up and I could taste the delicious head.
My clitty woke up and it seemed , like something was leaking again and my panties were wet again,
What bliss to be on my knees, with a mouthfull of my exquisite husband cock, on this bright winter morning
He took my head and started ramming it against his cock. And of course, it went even further when the experienced man helped his hardworking young wife.
I started trying to scream of pure pleasure.
He was So rough, I loved the way he treated me so much , I was in love
with him so much. Because he only did it because I turned him on..
A few more thrusts, his cock stuck deep in my throat and for the second time in our marriage I got his semen. I knew I liked being a wife. This man's wife.