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“You want me to do what?” Dawn’s eyes looked like saucers, her mouth fell open and her body froze mid-thrust.”I want to see you play with another man’s cock. You don’t have to fuck him, just make him cum,” said Colin, her husband of five years, who was lying under her, cock buried in her thirty-year-old pussy.He added, almost in a whisper, “You know we have fantasized about a stranger fucking you, well all I am asking is you wank one off. Come on babe, just to make your old man happy. Just a one off, I promise, please.For a moment Dawn made no reaction. Then, slowly resumed her rhythmic fucking movements as her skilled cunt muscles milked her husband’s still rock-hard cock.”So you want to turn me into your dirty cock wanking whore, do you? You want to see another man’s cum running through my fingers. You want to get your voyeuristic rocks off seeing me play the slut.”Secretly Dawn had to admit to herself the thought of what Colin proposed was working her up to what would be a crashing orgasm.“Well, for now, you better give this slutty whore a good hard fucking, and spunk up her. Because there’s no strange cock here to wank. So make me fucking cum!” Dawn yelled as her orgasm tore through her.The following morning Colin made no mention of his idea for his cuckold fantasy. His breakfast was the usual rushed coffee and a single slice of toast. A quick deep kiss, and a pinch on Dawn’s bottom, and a dash for the car.Dawn wasn’t working until the afternoon and hadn’t showered or dressed yet. Five minutes later found her naked under the comforting stream of hot water. Most mornings she would rub herself off under the shower, but today she felt she wanted something, longer, deeper, and more erotically thoughtful.Showered, dried and powdered Dawn studied her naked body in the full-length mirror. She ran a hand over her belly, not quite as flat as it used to be, but still by no means fat. Her breasts, a genuine thirty-six C with prominent nipples. She smiled as she remembered istanbul travesti how Colin liked her to wear tight sweaters and no bra. They had often joked that his cuckold fantasies came true when other men noticed.Her gaze travelled down to her lightly furred pubic mound. Her pussy lips, pushing their way through the fine, blond hair. Her legs, long and well-shaped with slim ankles and feet with bright red toenails. With a toss of her blond locks, Dawn lay on the king-sized bed.”Just a little play won’t hurt, maybe explore Colin’s cuckold fantasy,” Dawn said to herself.Dawn had her own special way of working herself up when she had the time. First, she ran her hands up and down the front of her upper legs, kneading her firm thighs and feeling them tense and relax under the stimulation.Then her hands moved to her belly, one index finger moving in circles in her belly button, while the other traced a line between her breasts to her throat. Soon both hands were massaging her firm tits and fingers pinching the erect nipples.By now her mind was imagining a hard cock in her hand as she slowly, and skilfully worked it towards its eruption. Many times she had done this to Colin. But in her mind, this was not her husband’s cock, but one of a total stranger she would never know or even speak to. The thought of this thrilled her more than she expected. Even though it was only in fantasy, the germ of it happening, in reality, was starting to form in her mind.Soon she was lost in a world of throbbing, spunking cocks as she envisioned the spunk shooting out and cascading over her stroking hand, and running between her fingers. As she rubbed her clit, and her climax approached, the cocks in her mind changed length, shape, and colour. But the end result of streams of hot, white cum remained the same. When her climax overtook her it was as powerful as any she could remember.~~~~~~~~~~~~”What’s it going to be tonight, babe? Sixty-nine, cowgirl, straight fuck, you decide,” istanbul travestileri Colin said as Dawn came out of the shower room into the master bedroom.Dawn looked at her naked husband laying on the bed gently stroking his already hard cock.”No, lover, tonight you are getting a long, slow handjob. You can make me cum anyway you want afterwards, but first, you will cum by my hand.”Colin thought this a bit strange, but if that was what his wife wanted he was only too happy to indulge her. Besides, he enjoyed bringing her off with fingers, tongue, and vibrator. The very fact of hearing her cum that way almost inevitability got him hard again for a second fuck.”Lie back, shut your eyes, and enjoy,” Dawn purred as she lay on her side level with Colin’s waist.Doing as he was told Colin laid back and waited. When he felt the lightest touch or a finger run under the underside base of his cock head, he groaned and felt his cock give an involuntary twitch. This was followed by Dawn closing her hand around his hard shaft and slowly sliding the skin up and down. Far too slowly to encourage his spunk to erupt, but enough to convey pleasure.Five minutes of gentle wanking and she could hear his breathing deepen and the cock in her hand stiffen even more. Time to change her technique before his inevitable climax occurred.Colin groaned as he felt her long fingernails scrape over the swollen head and down the shaft. He loved the bitter-sweet feeling of sharp nails raking his hard cock, in the same way as Dawn enjoyed his nails running over her back just before her climax.Dawn smiled as she watched the beads of precum ooze from the small hole, and collecting it on her fingertip smeared it over the dome and under the rim. She knew from experience his balls would soon be treating her to the sight of a jet of hot spunk.When it came it surprised both of them. Colin felt his cock harden even more, and his balls tighten as jet after jet shot from his cock.Dawn was caught travesti istanbul unawares by the force of the initial jet and it caught her full in the face. It covered her nose and mouth, with a thick string dripping from her chin. The second, third and fourth jets were more controlled and covered her wanking hand exactly as she had wanted. It dripped between her fingers and she used it to coat the shaft and head of her groaning husband’s twitching erection.As his cock finally softened in her spunk covered hand she smiled at him and lifted it to her mouth. He watched as her tongue lapped up every trace of his cream, including the string hanging from her chin.”That, my lover, is a real handjob, the sort you want to see me give to other men. Now make me cum, in any way you want.”Colin looked at his smiling wife, and despite his softening cock was determined she should cum as hard as he just had.”Lie back, babe, open those lovely legs and let me suck and lick you. I want you to fill my mouth with your juice. Tonight is masturbation night, a night of fingers and tongues.”Dawn loved it when he licked her clit and fingered her cunt. But tonight it seemed even more exciting. Usually, it was foreplay, a prelude to a fuck, but tonight it was the main event.As Colin proceeded to flick his tongue over her sensitive clit, between the lips of her moist cunt, and down to tease her puckered arsehole, Dawn found her mind wandering back to the sight of his cock spurting spunk over her hand. But it was more than that. She could imagine the cocks of unknown strangers spewing their load under her wanking fingers. Her excitement grew as Colin’s skilled tongue worked its magic and his fingers invaded her, by now sopping cunt.”Going to cum!” She screamed and pulled his head hard into her groin. “Fucking eat me! Drink my cunt juice, oh fuck, now!”Colin had tasted Dawn’s cunt juice a hundred times, but tonight his mouth was deluged in her salty, sticky, juice. She had always produced copious amounts of fluid, but tonight he was hard put not to choke as he drank it down.”Oh fuck, lover. That was one of the best cums I’ve ever had, you are so fucking good at eating me out,” Dawn gasped as Colin lifted his juice covered face from her heaving body.
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