xhamster I wouldn’t dare write this with a normal head. I guess I can’t get the same pleasure. I’m high… And as always when I’m high, that familiar and seductive energy that starts from below my waist spreads throughout my body. When it gets to my brain, the new power pumped out of my brain turns me into a bitch. After that, my hours and maybe my days are spent adapting to this devil.
If it wasn’t for my husband, I wouldn’t have known myself so well, I wouldn’t have lived. He taught me everything. All my secrets were clearly revealed in my body and brain thanks to him. I’ve done things I haven’t done before, I’ve experienced things I haven’t experienced, I’ve enjoyed things I haven’t received.
Although he liked the tight trousers and tights I wore in the first days when I met my husband, he told me that it would be nicer if I wore short skirts. He told me that my physique is very beautiful, that I should not cover my long, shapely legs with trousers that I like to wear for a long time…
Actually, I liked nudity. I liked to show myself and be surreptitiously x-rayed, to feel and see the arousal of the man in front of me. Watching, touching, kissing and licking the male organ is my first step when approaching a man. I really like to lick and suck for a long time. And swallowing my man’s sperm… squirting sperm on my face and breasts turns me on a lot.
My legs are long, my hips are erect, my waist is thin, and along with my groin, it is my sexiest area. My femininity is hairless and soft due to my long-term hair removal. I find the image of my pussy very aesthetic because my outer lips are short. I don’t have an image of little girls in porn like cabbage in my pussy… because they don’t squirt outwards, when I put on any kind of leggings or tight trousers, the first look of men was fixated on my love triangle with my crotch.
The fuckin‘ male gaze was focused on my erect and medium-sized size 85 breasts after my pussy. My breasts are erect. The ends are constantly perpendicular. The first bullying my husband did to me after we got married was that I said goodbye to the bra. Now my breasts were free under a shirt or T-shirt. It was like this without exception under all kinds of clothes.
when my husband chatted with me, as if he knew my insides, the things he suggested in turn were already things that I didn’t dare to be excited to do and experience even in my dream. The things I dreamed about when I was masturbating alone at night turned into things that I practiced in my body and lived in my soul with my husband.
We bought fabric skirt and jacket suits, döpyes, dresses that gave me the air of a businesswoman, but with mini skirts. At my workplace, with my tight fabric skirts that ended just below my hip length, the high heels I wore underneath made me look great. It was obvious from the looks of my employees and customers. I knew that they were eager to put their hands under my skirt, caress my panties, thighs, pussy, fuck, all of them…
I used to dress sexy before, but now I was exposing myself more openly and I was looking forward to the evening. Because I was getting so horny under the stares that were eating my body with their eyes that I was having very exciting, violent sex with my husband that night. I was telling her about the men who were watching me during the day when I was having sex with her. We were coming out screaming.
And my husband raised the bar. He mentioned that exhibitionism is an art. He explained that there are forms of exhibition depending on the environment and the person, and the important thing is not to be surprised by the extent of this. From my friend’s husband to my employee at my workplace, from the strange man opposite me at the bar at night, to the teenager on the dance floor, to the driver in the car, to businessmen, etc., there was a dose and harmony difference in all of them.
If I adjusted this ratio well without missing the dose, the freekick for the display I was exhibiting or the other side became very exciting. From a distance, it was the most effective way to make love to the environment without making myself touch it. With the pleasure I got from my best friends straining my crotch, I dreamed about that moment at night and masturbated a lot. Junkie.
After that day, the period of conscious exposure began. I was freaking out at its naturalness. The staff working next to me at my workplace got used to my panties, which seemed mandatory when I sat on the seat with my short fabric skirts after a while. And to my nipples… because I took my jacket off in my office, the collar was always one button too open from my shirt, when I leaned over the table while talking, the ends of my visible breasts created a feeling of groping on the opposite side. My husband says so…
When I walked to someone’s desk at my workplace in my high-heeled navy blue shoes, I could see that every man’s and even woman’s eyes were watching my legs and thighs. The hemline ended where the descending tops of my hips ended, and my panties were visible when I leaned over the table. And my gorgeous breasts Decked out through my shirt too…
I was very comfortable with the display, I was used to it. i have 11 employees, eight of them are men. They’re all young, too. Due to my job, I have to pay attention to good looks or beauty when hiring staff. I own a beauty salon.
As I have described, thanks to my husband, I experienced a fluctuation in the levels of all men towards me, from my closest circle to those I encounter daily. Now I had become a sexy woman who was very wanted and this was somehow made to feel. I was having very different pleasures thanks to the Junkies I pretended not to realize and gave with or without my husband. Sexually, my husband and I were having a crazy love affair. Every time we were alone, every time we got into bed, I was telling him how other men fucked me with their looks, how I exposed my pussy and breasts to those men.
My husband was whispering Decently from time to time that he really wanted them to fuck me Decently too. I started accompanying him. We started talking about the sex we dreamed of with the man I said I liked from the men who were staring at me that day in our lovemaking…
I was so relieved by these conversations day by day that I became almost a goddess of love in front of men, especially on nights when I drank alcohol. While giving a free kick, I was making out with my eyes with a man I didn’t know. However, until recently, I couldn’t look men in the eyes for a long time.
When I drank alcohol, sometimes I went even further, took off my panties. I was spreading my legs under my short skirt, opening my panty-less pussy in a sexy way and showing it off. I was emptying the man in front of me with my eyes, which I loaded with flirtatious glances, meanings. I was doing this when I was next to my husband.
One night, a close friend of my husband’s would check out a freak I gave with his eyes, a husband, and then he would be cross-eyed from responding to my gaze. My husband was very scared that he would feel it. My husband, on the other hand, was having the pleasure of being secretly cuckolded by pretending not to notice that his wife was showing Junkie to other men right next to him. At moments like this, he usually had his hand in his pants pocket, clutching his dick.
A cocktail in the evening, the return of food, coming home for coffee with our guests is again our favorite moment. The very short and see-through dresses that I wore because we were going out, my husband now ripped off when I showed my thighs with my pussy or panties, which were obvious from white or black thin transparent leggings. While we were sitting together on the sofa and sofa in the living room drinking our coffee, my panties or pussy revealed no matter how I sat down due to the fact that my hips were embedded in the sofa. Dec. Foreign eyes would lock on me with surprise involuntarily, and I loved this situation very much, I would exhibit myself as much as possible.
I also liked to give a free kick while driving or sitting on the side seat. I used to give special freaks to my husband’s very close friends when getting in or getting out of the car… my husband told me that I touched them often and for a long time without noticing the man or woman while chatting after making love one night, I couldn’t help it.
After thinking a little, I remembered this side of me. I wanted to touch men and women later in my drunkenness… I wanted to take men’s dicks in my palm and kneel down and suck them. I wanted to caress women’s buttocks and breasts, I wanted them to kiss me.
We were naked in bed, the sweet tranquility of after sex, my husband’s understanding, facilitation, I confessed these feelings that I had always hidden inside me. I was bisexual. My husband also had secrets. he confessed his feelings to me completely. He told me that he dreamed of me having single or gang sex with other men, with or without him, that when he was alone, he dreamed of me having sex with others and masturbating, sometimes repeating it 6-7 times a day and ejaculating.
While my husband was away, I was masturbating and imagining exposing myself with or without his participation and touching the men I impressed. I took them in my mouth and sucked them and swallowed their sperm while ejaculating convulsively. On one side of the wall my husband was chatting with the guests at home, while on the other side of the wall I was making love to strange men.
The guy I’d been turning on all night was forcing me to go out into the kitchen and pushing me against the wall. He was groping and stroking my panties, my pussy, then he was tearing my panties with ambition and forcefully inserting his big dick inside me.The head of the dick was moving hard inside me, disappearing deep into my uterus.
While that man was fucking me with his big cock, I used to cum on my own in bed with my fingers in my pussy. And then I would regret cheating on my husband because of the way I felt about other men. But my husband destroyed all my feelings of regret with this speech. He told me that man is a polygamous being, that love does not destroy polygamy, on the contrary, it beautifies it, especially when love is experienced, polygamy is more necessary.
Couples who had passed the stage of getting to know each other would start experiencing their secret feelings, just like we did. Then they would go up and up to the stage of adding others to their sex world. We’ve reached that stage now.
I was a little hesitant. I was nervous, or rather… I couldn’t see ahead, but all these conversations were conversations that I wanted to have.I should have lived the things I wanted to live without hiding from my husband. The guy was an artist and he was carrying me up slowly in sexuality.I was so happy.