Head fuzzy. Cock throbbing hard. Mouth dry. Feet cold. Left knee stiff. One a.m. Robe open at my desk. House dead quiet. Three hours lost in that forum. Laughing, gasping, envying real shit. Stripped the SMS crap, the fakes—still a goldmine of filthy ideas.
Libido crashed hard. Wife’s weekly rhythm clashes my daily hunger. Jerking off’s fun, but it fizzles. No spark. Then, SHOE. That weird Monopoly twist. Modifiable dares. Boom. Idea hits. Download, tweak gages for two hours. Fight the damn software another hour. Exhausted, horny, crash into bed. Waiting for the right night.
The Awakening: Forum Fuel to Fiery Libido
Days drag. Rage builds. Force it tonight. Kids asleep. Dishes done. ‘Babe, no TV. We play SHOE.’ She eyes me weird. Show her. We dive in. Strategies clash. Strip clothes to save cash. Down to panties and boxers. I hit start: ‘Pillow fight, two minutes.’ Childhood rush. Pounding the bed. Feathers fly. Laughter turns to hugs. Short, sweet. Game on.
Gages stack. Skip rents. Gentle stuff first: hugs, kisses, strokes. Then ‘Maison des Plaisirs’: ‘Kiss tender, one minute. Caress free.’ Lips lock. Hands roam. Italian style—can’t kiss still. Heat builds. PC chimes: erotic stage. Wife lands on my ‘Manoir de Sade’. Pays rent. I bitch. She grins: your turn next.
My move. Her turf. Gage: ‘Dark room. Guided body tour. Strip first.’ Lights out. Hands on her wrists, drag ’em over my face. Narcissistic stroke. Mouth next—tongue teases, lick her fingers wet. Nipples perk. Navel tickles. Pubes shaved fresh. Balls crave licks. Cock stiff, begging. Stop before explosion. Back to game: hot stage now.
The Act: Gages Escalating to Explosive Release
She hits my ‘100 Verges’. Gage: ‘Lie back. I tease your face, tits, belly, pussy with my cock. Lick ok, no fuck.’ Light on. Love her shaved slit smirking. Straddle her face. Gland drags eyes, nose, lips. Tongue flicks. Suck divine. Wet her nipples. Belly quivers. Legs spread wide. Gland splits lips, coats in juice. Back to mouth—she tastes herself on me. Edging hell.
Game flips final. I land hers: ‘Plug your ass. She rides. Hold till she cums. Then clean her pussy.’ My tweak, guilty. On all fours, ass spread obscene. She licks rim soft. Fingers lube, stretch—one, two, three. ‘Slutty hole takes ’em easy.’ Plug sinks, four cm stretch. Filled. On back, cock raging.
She stands over, feet by hips. Caresses self slow. Eyes lock hungry. Drops, impales deep. Rides hard. I thrust up. Bodies sync. Pussy grips. She snarls, clamps— I erupt. Cum floods. She rises, squats face. Drips mix. Tongue dives: lick, suck, swallow our mess. Cock twitches hard again. She cleans me too, lazy laps.
Tension gone. Cuddle deep. Sleep hits just. Smirk lingers. Tricked the game, savored every filthy second. No shame in secret thrills. Wife clueless on my mods. Perfect crime.