This only to give you the reader a fuller picture of this wonderful life.....and that I am Guilty?
Well I arrive home and take my time to open the front door looking up and down the street I realise it’s really quite late in the early morning, sounds a contradiction but it was early but nearly seven thirty to be returning home for bed? Bending down I slip off my heels and walk through to the kitchen trying to negotiate my pets attention and without raising the alarm that I was home. Sure enough every click rattle and foot placement echoed through the ground floor. I thought steady girl the whole house will be up soon. Placing my hand on the cold tap I open it allowing the water run cold; taking a glass filling it, I walk through to the lounge and slide on to the settee. I am thinking what do I say about not being in bed? Or do I confess to just getting in? I close my eyes and think, my thought start to deafen me, so many intense moments and feeling rerunning in my mind. Then it hits me my physical appearance what do I look like? Fuck I sprang from the sofa to look at my reflection oh no! I look crap makeup smeared, mouth blush, eyes like dinner plates, skin tingling and I smell, phew! That is strong, really strong. Running my finger through my hair I attempt to straighten out the knots and give it some volume or normality to my appearance. Turning I run my hand down my dress and flatten out its length. I notice in various places it cold, but wet. Pulling this up I sniff the wetness and confirm the odours as seamen. Again fuck sprang to mind or the fact I have been well and truly given a serious seeing too. What and how much do I tell him he will want to know and no hiding this I stank, my clothes and I look like we are worn out. These thought have me scared I don’t want to admit to much but Ill not have much choice looking the way I do, walking back to the kitchen I slip out of my dress and conceal it in the washing machine under previously placed Items. I slowly make my way upstairs and into the bath room and begin to remove what’s left on my body bra knickers hold ups I notice a large rip where the gusset meets the front panel of the thong. I remember two fingers forcing their way in to the material and pulling hard to try and remove them but quality is quality! They held together but only just. But this I remember hurting me where the thong goes up my arse. Don’t seem to matter any way it didn’t prevent the inevitable fucking to flow.
I turn on the shower and don not wait to step in just in case! The cold water makes me shiver but slowly turns to warm wash as it run over my head, neck and boobs and washing away the night spectacular fluid deposited which was adorning my tanned body. Gritty balls a of seamen depart my skin, I flush my crutch and soap up WOW I thought that I was sore!!!.. rinsing away the soap to reveal what’s causing the discomfort. I tap myself dry and stepping out examine my pussy. OMG what have I done! It looks twice its size; swollen, red raw and very sensitive. Opening the folds covering my clit my labia are enormous so much if I just touch it frazzles my senses. Sore but so sensitive I want to keep brushing over them to smooth away the slightly uncomfortable sting of pleasure. I part my lips and feel the slipperiness of all the sex and feel again the inner walls of my vagina. These are swollen and sensitive rough to the touch with a rippled texture. As I feel my way in I discover I have taken quite a beating with the vigorous activity encountered. Now I was home I was feeling its brutal but pleasurable effect. My slimy finger glisten with the mixed fluids my love juice and there thick wads of cum, slightly pink from what I now realise are tears inside me. Taking hold a mirror, I look and she look so enormous my smooth naked skin puffy and glowing around its gapping aperture and darkness where cocks had been beating at me for hours. I am an avid squirt slut and ninety percent of the day/life I am juicy so largely wet all day. My husband says I was made for breading; well ready for breading at a moment’s notice. When I am being fucked I flow coating me, whoever and whatever is in close contact. Thick cream, a black guy once called it his lioness juice. That’s a contrast to see a black knife cutting in creamy white flesh. I think; from what I been describing you would assume the nights event lead me into a sexually exploitable situation, where I was ridden hard and inseminated repeatedly. I cannot say any different it was just how this became to be such a debouched outing with a friend.
Now how I would explain this to my husband!!!!
Well I arrive home and take my time to open the front door looking up and down the street I realise it’s really quite late in the early morning, sounds a contradiction but it was early but nearly seven thirty to be returning home for bed? Bending down I slip off my heels and walk through to the kitchen trying to negotiate my pets attention and without raising the alarm that I was home. Sure enough every click rattle and foot placement echoed through the ground floor. I thought steady girl the whole house will be up soon. Placing my hand on the cold tap I open it allowing the water run cold; taking a glass filling it, I walk through to the lounge and slide on to the settee. I am thinking what do I say about not being in bed? Or do I confess to just getting in? I close my eyes and think, my thought start to deafen me, so many intense moments and feeling rerunning in my mind. Then it hits me my physical appearance what do I look like? Fuck I sprang from the sofa to look at my reflection oh no! I look crap makeup smeared, mouth blush, eyes like dinner plates, skin tingling and I smell, phew! That is strong, really strong. Running my finger through my hair I attempt to straighten out the knots and give it some volume or normality to my appearance. Turning I run my hand down my dress and flatten out its length. I notice in various places it cold, but wet. Pulling this up I sniff the wetness and confirm the odours as seamen. Again fuck sprang to mind or the fact I have been well and truly given a serious seeing too. What and how much do I tell him he will want to know and no hiding this I stank, my clothes and I look like we are worn out. These thought have me scared I don’t want to admit to much but Ill not have much choice looking the way I do, walking back to the kitchen I slip out of my dress and conceal it in the washing machine under previously placed Items. I slowly make my way upstairs and into the bath room and begin to remove what’s left on my body bra knickers hold ups I notice a large rip where the gusset meets the front panel of the thong. I remember two fingers forcing their way in to the material and pulling hard to try and remove them but quality is quality! They held together but only just. But this I remember hurting me where the thong goes up my arse. Don’t seem to matter any way it didn’t prevent the inevitable fucking to flow.
I turn on the shower and don not wait to step in just in case! The cold water makes me shiver but slowly turns to warm wash as it run over my head, neck and boobs and washing away the night spectacular fluid deposited which was adorning my tanned body. Gritty balls a of seamen depart my skin, I flush my crutch and soap up WOW I thought that I was sore!!!.. rinsing away the soap to reveal what’s causing the discomfort. I tap myself dry and stepping out examine my pussy. OMG what have I done! It looks twice its size; swollen, red raw and very sensitive. Opening the folds covering my clit my labia are enormous so much if I just touch it frazzles my senses. Sore but so sensitive I want to keep brushing over them to smooth away the slightly uncomfortable sting of pleasure. I part my lips and feel the slipperiness of all the sex and feel again the inner walls of my vagina. These are swollen and sensitive rough to the touch with a rippled texture. As I feel my way in I discover I have taken quite a beating with the vigorous activity encountered. Now I was home I was feeling its brutal but pleasurable effect. My slimy finger glisten with the mixed fluids my love juice and there thick wads of cum, slightly pink from what I now realise are tears inside me. Taking hold a mirror, I look and she look so enormous my smooth naked skin puffy and glowing around its gapping aperture and darkness where cocks had been beating at me for hours. I am an avid squirt slut and ninety percent of the day/life I am juicy so largely wet all day. My husband says I was made for breading; well ready for breading at a moment’s notice. When I am being fucked I flow coating me, whoever and whatever is in close contact. Thick cream, a black guy once called it his lioness juice. That’s a contrast to see a black knife cutting in creamy white flesh. I think; from what I been describing you would assume the nights event lead me into a sexually exploitable situation, where I was ridden hard and inseminated repeatedly. I cannot say any different it was just how this became to be such a debouched outing with a friend.
Now how I would explain this to my husband!!!!
