Addicted Part 3
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My husband did an excellent job stirring up my pussy and licking off that whip cream from my fingers. By the time he finished, and boy did we finish, the food was cold, but we didn’t care. We sat across from each other at the table, and he told me why he hadn’t hopped me again until today. That first time had been like stepping back into an intoxicating world for him. Before he married me, he’d hopped so many people and made them do all sorts of wild things and he was worried that he’d gone too far with me. But when I’d asked him today, he knew that he hadn’t. I verbally assured him that I was very much into it. I asked to hear some of his more outrageous stories. He was shy at first, but opened up, and my jaw was on the floor hearing how much kinky sex he’d had in other people’s bodies. It made me want to create some of our own wild memories, and I told him so after I fucked his hard cock. “I want you to wear me out this weekend. I want you to make me wear whatever you want, and go to a bar, and pretend we’re single and get hit on.” He stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. “Are you sure? Cause you might get addicted to having me in your body.” I nestled up against him and said, “It’s already too late for that.” The weekend couldn’t get here fast enough. When Tom got home Friday evening from work, he found me in the bathtub. “Just in time,” I announced. “I’m all freshly shaved and smelling good. Can you hand me a towel? Then I can get out and you can get me dressed in whatever outfit that you…” I stopped talking, because I knew what was about to happen just by the twinkle of lust in his eyes. He glowed, then fell forward into the tub. He made the water splash about for a second as he took control of my body, then he spread my legs nice and wide and began rubbing my slit. “C’mon, I’m clean!” I whined inside my head. “No,” he made me say in a seductive tone I don’t think I’d ever be able to replicate. “I’m still such a dirty, dirty girl.” As he begins to play with my boobs, I get the feeling that we’re not going to be leaving anytime soon.