Victoria's phone buzzed. 312 messages read the text. Their sex life had dwindled, but had recently exploded as her husband had confessed he wanted her to sleep with other guys. She had been uncomfortable with even the thought at first, but her husband had literally taken on an animal like vigour since. She had thought he had lost interest in her sexually and initially was grateful for the attention. it had become an increasing feature of their love making, him describing in increasing detail they fucked, the thought of another guy fucking her. MFM porn, cuckolding, hotwifing. Things she had never heard or thought of entered her world. Whilst initially she was a little disappointed that her husband needed this avenue to be interested in her, she had to admit the thought was sexy and liberating. He had now gone so far as to set up a profile on a swinging site, fabs or something. "You better not have posted any photos of me this morning" she texted, though in reality she new te dirty bastard would have snuck a shot of her in her stockings, heels and suspenders and was a little bit aroused at the thought. Those hundreds of guys looking at her photo, drawing their hands up and down their hard shafts at the sight of her...she tried to shake the image from her head but it persisted and she glanced at her closed office door and could not resist running her hands over her stocking tops and suspenders. God her wetness was so exposed with no panties and a short skirt as she teased her wet labia with her fingers... |
