A snapshot of novel: My secret wife

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A snapshot of novel: My secret wifeThe end… or almostOf course, dear reader, now you know how it ends, just like Don… who alone, at home knows that his wife is in the motel room with another man. He certainly imagines how things will turn out. ….however…If you like breathtaking descriptions, if you love to detect the most violent emotions of the characters, discover the most sinful abominable actions that will take place in that room… Then continue reading, and you will know what Ophelia is able to bare, between pain and pleasure; how much her young husband is willing to suffer to see her happy, and you will assist Jim’s terrible outbreak, made bitter by his perversed temptations and private frustrations.7 Extra – “He is punishing my wife…”Now Jim was really horny, the scrumptious meat of his victim attracted him like crazy. He wanted an immediate physical contact with that delicate and swollen valve; to feel between his hands the hard buttocks, explore her mysterious bays, hidden among the delicious folds of her body, made slightly overweight and round by her incipient maternity. Ophelia’s belly, in fact, was a bit tense and broke out, exposed to the belly button. The flared little skirt had gone up, the girl had slowly highered it until making it curl like a simple piece of cloth. Now she presented herself naked and attractive, in all her obscene heat. Jim, first of all, wanted to taste her:“Good girl, rest your elbows on the night table” he said excitedly “be careful, make sure the skirt doesn’t fall, I need to lick you to taste your intimate flavour”.Ophelia shook, it was exciting to receive orders with such confidence, Jim already treated her as if she was his thing, and she, like many years before, crazily enjoyed her inability to say no… And now she was in a even worse situation, she should have only been ashamed of being domained and embellished, was no longer justifiable as a juvenile game. She was wife, soon to be mother of her beloved Don and, no matter that, she slutted, worse she allowed herself to be tyrannized by her husbands’ boss. Certainly a mortifying situation, one of those scenes described by the dirtiest fantasy of the worst porn filmmakers. Being so tremendously compliant and completely slutty made her ears whistle for the pressure, she could feel it in her temples. She obeyed without a sound. She tried to block the skirt, helping herself with the elastic of the bra…Jim followed the operation with no hurry. Anyway the husband of that woman was far away, prone like and worse than her. In fact, he had them both under his power, in those moments spent with the woman…“Make your tits come out from above your shirt, I have to see them too!” Ophelia had a moment of hesitation, she wanted to understand well Jim’s orders to offer him the emotion of being a perfect slave. The outfit that Jim had wanted was very tight and her tits, with pregnancy, had become enormous. She kırıkkale escort grinded on with her fingers until she managed to take them out, one after the other, from the neckline. In her opinion they weren’t a great spectacle, constrained in such little space, the nipples almost touching, Ophelia felt a bit odd but didn’t have the courage to complain. If she could have at least unlocked the bra.. But she needed it to maintain faithful to the other order of her Master: to block her skirt, high up.Jim followed her with the light of the lamp, to not miss out on any detail. He was still dressed, but his cock kept his classic-style trousers stretched. Ophelia saw herself again in the far away mirror and found herself obscene, at the limit of ridicule.Better!Her infidelity deserved much humiliation, the fact that her husband knew perfectly how dirty and slutty she was made her dignity even weaker, in place of a simple, classic treason kept secret.But Jim liked that trivial scene with no feelings. He watched her full of lust, she was so tasty that he didn’t know where to start to enjoy her. Ophelia had been ready for some minutes, he kneeled behind her back and started to smell her intimacy, in front and back. “Spread your thighs!” he ordered. Ophelia was hot and damp, both between the buttocks and between the labia of her valve. Her delicate skin was still irritated from the total depilation that Ophelia had just done; like Jim had ordered on chat a few days before. The Master hardened his tongue and penetrated her anus, he had to pressure because his young victim had never been fucked in the ass before. With Sam, her old master, there had never been the opportunity for such complicated intercourse and Don, her husband, had never even tried. Jim licked and sucked, especially the labia majora, he made them vibrate with the mouth, allowing that intimate tremor to expand across her back and nerves. Every once in awhile, with his hand opened, he would enforce slaps on the ass, to the point that after ten minutes of treatment, the cheeks of her bottom were on fire, but Ophelia didn’t let out a single complaint. She remembered Sam’s slaps and thought back at how much she had only dreamed them for so long. She understood that Jim wanted her more and more each moment, now that the surprise effect had passed, the male was even more decisive of taking advantage of his young victim. He had no hurry, he didn’t shiver, he absolutely didn’t think in seeking a vault, to express himself in a quick orgasm…Jim wanted a lot, he wanted everything!To rest her ass, he ordered her to sit on her legs, but then ordered to lie trying to hold herself with her hands on the bed-side table. That way, bent backwards, her valve, depilated like an adolescent’s was swollen and exposed under the pronounced belly. Jim hit her hard with an evil slap fully in the groin. The unexpected pain exploded inside, making kırıkkale escort bayan her guts twist. She wasn’t expecting it, she had never been hit there before. But the man hit again, indifferent to her mutters of pain, those hits made a tremendous effect on her, she lost control of her muscles and felt the need to evacuate, hardly managing to keep herself and failing to hold a little bit of pee, that fell on Jim’s trousers. Instead of taking provisions, he continued to thrash methodically the vagina.When he stopped, he let Ophelia fall to the floor, totally indifferent. She remained still, wetting her hip with the drops of urine that lay on the floor, her temples pulsed and tears fell from her tears with no more control. After about ten minutes, Jim came out of the bathroom, now completely naked, his pole erected. “Get up and take everything off” he ordered, throwing her a clean towel. Ophelia listened to the command, she had quite regained herself and her will to obey blindly to her jailor had returned. From an anonymous envelope, Jim took out a bamboo stick and a small whip, it was clear they had only just began. Ophelia asked to go to the bathroom, Jim consented but perhaps it would have been better if he hadn’t…As soon as the poor girl sitting on the toilet, began her liberation, he entered and putting himself in front of her, he inserted his dick in her mouth. He didn’t request much, but the girl was sweating cold in embarrassment, while she executed the humiliating operations that she could have done in solitude and privacy. But the man, as if nothing was happening, wouldn’t let go, keeping it pressured it her mouth, always, even when she passed from the WC to the bidet and when she dried herself… he only took it out to allow her to return, completely naked, to the bedroom. There, he made her immediately experiment a new and painful punishment: Ophelia was on her back on the bed. Predator, instead, stood holding with his left hand her feet high for her legs to stay stretched. Between his hands, the flexible stick struck in unexpected places: he hit her thirty times, in the front and back of her knees. A tremendous, penetrating pain. The girl didn’t yell but blew from her nose or inflated her cheeks before exhaling all the pain.Jim, turned on by the situation, by the beauty and compliance of Ophelia, completely lost his head. First of all, he repeated the gestures that she, Manga Girl, had confessed of wanting. He forced her to crouch on her legs and spanked her until her ass was red; then, while he rested his arms, he opened his bag and took out a black phallus and lubricant gel. He ordered Ophelia to take position, bent at ninety degrees. With her socks he tied her by the feet to a chair and got ready. He confessed her that he was to give her fifty whips. The girl, calling him Master, prayed him to let her call Don; she wanted him too to be aware of the escort kırıkkale suffering that he himself had permitted her to bare.To Ophelia, all that pain had been liberating, now her lust exploded without control or future: the seek of lubricant and inconceivable pleasure suggested her to make herself heard by her husband while she got whipped. “Love, don’t say anything” she said, her voice shaken by tears “just listen… You weren’t able to protect me, and I am already full of blue bruises… you, you weren’t able to protect me: Jim is terrible, you know? He has almost parted by knees; he has just finished spanking me for good. Oh, he does these things in such an offensive manner, darling. He is always with his penis out, without any discretion: he has completely embarrassed me. Now I am in the middle of the room and all the lights are on; he wants to see me properly, he said.Ah, what a pain, he has hit me with the wip, it’s the first time and he wants be to count them. I have to take fifty, do you understand? And I am your wife. Ouch! Two, and this one was worse than the first one.”The live tale continued even when, invaded by pain, she couldn’t even talk properly and he could hardly decipher the numbers of the count, between the hick-ups. They followed each-other inexorably, disconnected and out of time. From the other side of the line they were heard perfectly: Ophelia’s blabbering arrived punctually shortly after the cold whip. “What a pain, darling, and what embarrassment, I see myself in the mirror,” she muttered at the end “My ass is full of stripes, they are going blue… when I come back I’ll show them to you: but I took them all.” She made a long pause, there was silence in the room but the sound of her meek crying. “I am happy to have you on the phone, it helps me to bare. Jim is spreading my legs, I think that shortly… oh yes, my love…” after a second of silence, she shouted and the anxious husband felt impotent and stupid, he had a mad fear that something even worse could happen to his woman, but she continued after a few moments of bewilderment. To Don it was all new, painful and incredible; he had never met that strange world, those unstable equilibriums typical of real sadomasochism. However, he didn’t trigger; his intuition allowed him to feel the strength the lust crossing his young wife’s sexuality. He was involved in it… rather than heating Jim, he felt attracted to him, infected by Ophelia’s mellifluous monologue, which told everything, adoring and fearing him, like a father-master.“He has lubricated his penis and now he is already inside” she muttered in pain “He entered directly behind. Fuck! Oh, Don, you can’t imagine what I have felt… and now: oh, how he does me! He thumps be, offends me: he pulls me towards him with the hands from my hips. Now he holds my pelvis, he fucks my ass, yeeeeesss!Can I come, sweety? He is also coming… yes, without protection… there is no need. Oh, my Don, how much he is giving me!”Don, from the other side, unbelieving and mad, now cries but not without masturbating his enlarged cock, that was poking from the crack in his boxers. For the first time in his life, Don emitted sperm together with tears.

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