Weekend With Michael
Email to my Hubby:
Good morning sweetie! It’s really early.
I wish you were here in bed with me now, with your handsome face between my legs, licking me out, tasting me. I really miss that. Michael just did his business all up in my junk, so it’s extra sweet right now. You remember what cream pie tastes like, don’t you? You’re such a good cuckold PussyBoy the way you clean me up like that. I love it so much! It shows me how much you love me.
Michael’s in the shower now. He’s off to an early business meeting in Palo Alto. I get to laze around in bed for a while before having lunch with Noreen. I’m meeting her at the marina.
But… I can’t wait to be back home in your arms tonight!
It takes a very special man to be okay with his wife occasionally fucking other men. A strong, confident man. A loving, compassionate man. You are that special man, sweetie, and I love you for it! Thank you baby.
I’ve had a great time with Michael up here. He’s a lot of fun. And I like his friends. He’s extremely dominant, in a refined, classy way, which I like. He introduced me to a few new things this weekend which I’ll tell you more about at home. He’s majorly into positions, asking permission, speech restrictions, and bondage. He marked me on Sunday, on my bottom with the strap. I’m still kinda feeling it. He hit me pretty hard. That was difficult for me, just because I guess it’s been a while.
But overall, it’s been exciting. I loved being his whore all weekend. I like the way he shows me off to his friends, and around town. I wore a lot of sexy outfits for him, the ones that pretty much leave me half naked. He likes me that way.
This long weekend with him has been an exciting diversion from the every day of life. I still have to tell you about the party on Saturday. It got kinda crazy.
I like being with Michael, but you’re the only man I love. You know that, right? He’s just recreation. You’re my life.
God, I can’t wait to see you tonight. Michael could tell that I’ve been missing you, and made a few comments about it.
Monday night he was like “we’re going to have to get you back to your husband soon, sugar, I can tell you’ve been missing him.” I thought that was sweet of him to notice.
But then right after he said that, he did his instant flash personality thing… I swear, he can switch personalities on a dime… and dragged me across the room by the hair… my knees and legs are rug-burned!!… and locked me up in the closet. Then he went off to meet one of his friends for a drink.
He left me there for about two hours. When he got back, I found out that his “friend” was a woman. I had just assumed that the friend he was meeting for a drink was a man.
From the closet, I could hear them talking. She was like “so where is she?”
And Michael said “she’s tied up in the closet right now.”
“The married one, right?”
Then Michael unlocked and opened the closet door.
The girl asked, “does she eat pussy?”
“She’ll eat whatever you put in her mouth, partly because she likes it, and partly because she knows better than to refuse.”
He took me out of the closet, untied me, and told me to kneel quietly in the corner, facing the bed.
And then he fucked her, right there in front of me. I could tell that they had been together before. I noticed that she called him “daddy” a few times.
After they were done, Michael looked over at me and said “come up here, sugar, I need you to clean up this bitch’s cunt.”
So… text me a picture of your little penis when you get this. I wanna see it.
Did you wake up with a little boner again? I think it’s so cute when you do. If I was there I’d take it in my mouth and suck on it for you. Make you feel good!
So how many times did you jack off yesterday? What did you jack off to? I’m curious, when you jack off, do you ever think of Johnny’s big hard cock in your mouth, tasting it and sucking it for him? Do you ever think of what it’s going to be like when he finally fucks you and busts your cherry? You can be honest with me sweetie. It will be our little secret.