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I stripped off the rest of my clothes so i stood naked apart from her tights and my cock was already hard. She then told me to look in her top drawer where she kept her negligees and said to put one of them on that i liked. i chose a really sexy red lace one and she said it looked nice on me. We then lay on the bed together and she asked me more about why i liked tights and lingerie etc and how long i had been wearing. She said it had really turned her on knowing that i had been taking all her. The checkout beeped as the Doritos and vodka went through.Later she might be sitting in front of the TV, vegetating, drinkingalone and stuffing Doritos into her mouth, alternating puffs of hercigarette and swigs of vodka from the bottle. In my mind it was mesitting there, feet out in front of me, ankles crossed, chipped nailpolish on my exposed toes, bottle in hand.Finally, the checkout lady put the condoms through and I let my mindwander onto what the whore would do with them.It aroused me,. He smirked, knowing that I basically have become his personal sex slave, without him forcing it on me. But I didn’t care. I enjoyed our time too much to let it go.Safe to say, our entire 3 days were filled with sex. He had extremely high stamina (that too for such a fat man) and was ready to fuck me minutes after orgasming. I went out and bought some contraceptive pills and some condoms, but he refused to wear one and fucked me raw the entire time. On the second day, I took him to the roof. She repeated, “I’m going to tell him that I’m already married to the most wonderful man ever. I’ll tell Brett the truth, that I do love him, but I can never leave my husband.”I stopped breathing, not sure if I’d heard her correctly. When I felt her hand tighten in mine and she pulled me closer to her body, enough that I could feel, but Brett wouldn’t be able to see, I realized I’d heard her correctly. She was still my wife! Oh, how I longed at that moment to crush her to me, feel her body.
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