Sometimes I really get off flexing my hotwife muscle. But ho..
🕑 Added 2020-09-18 03:30:17 +0000 UTC
Sometimes I really get off flexing my hotwife muscle. But honestly, tell me who wouldn’t? It’s just so incredibly empowering when the love of your life accepts you exactly for who you are and allows you the freedom to take y0unger lovers. It can be so intoxicating at times that I’ll momentarily lose control of my faculties.
Take last night for example. I swore to myself yesterday that I was going to keep my silly little “massage bet” plan a secret from hubby. Mostly because it has about a zero percent chance of even working, and then only if I have the balls to actually pull the trigger on it. And secondly because I knew hubby would stress himself into knots if he knew I was even contemplating such a ridiculous stunt. But thinking about being completely nude under a towel as Raef’s strong hands work the hot oil up my calves and onto the backs of my thighs, with every passing stroke bringing him closer to the bottom of my partially exposed buttocks, was driving me wild beyond belief. And the thought of his thumbs continually flirting with my inner thighs, thighs which I’m ever so subtly spreading in tiny little increments to give this stud access to the one thing I want massaged more than any other, had me in absolute fucking heat.
So what did my dumb ass do when I crawled into bed with my husband last night? I started talking about my day with Sanja of course, and one thing somehow just kept leading to another. And before I even realized it, my entire diabolical plan had been completely revealed.
And while I attempted to reassure my somewhat distressed husband by fully admitting that I probably wouldn’t even come close to having the guts to follow through with it, I told him that I was still going to have him give my pussy an especially close shave on Sunday morning just in case.
Because you never know.
It’s so good to be a hotwife.
