I apologise to Rose. I really did not mean to seduce your husband. I never meant to turn him to man-to-man sex. You should never have had to find out by catching J balls deep, pumping his lovely, hot load into a grateful, moaning muscle bear. I wish you hadn’t seen their passionate, animal embrace. But you did.
You said you want to know how and why your husband eventually dropped down to his knees that day and devouringly took the long precum-slick cock of his lover into his mouth, to the back of his throat, swirled and lavished his tongue along that veined, pulsing shaft. You didn’t stay to find out if he made the other man cum. Let me tell you he did. He swallowed as much as he could and smeared that thick, juice around his lips, let it slide down his chin. Then he and his lover kissed with more passion than he and you had ever generated.
Rose, he wanted to be your lover. He wanted to be touched and admired, to be spontaneous and not an advert for domestic tranquillity — a tranquillised, pacified, dulled mind. He was happy but bored. He was looking for something new when he challenged me.
Challenged me or rather let me know that he knew I liked sex with men. He had heard me in the throes of man2man ecstasy. Had heard the especially verbal X begging me to “breed” him. istanbul travesti I think X and I respark J’s lust, he rediscovered imagination, fun, desire. It offered a new way to live. You thought he wanted a hygienic, sparkling kitchen. No, he wanted you sweating while he took you on the kitchen table, moaning obscenities for the world to hear.
You want to know how men could be so consumed with lust for one another that they would fail to notice your presence or be disturbed by the emotional shock sweeping out from your body and soul.
You want to comprehend how “your man” could arrive home happy and cheery, give you his usual peck on the cheek and call you “my love” as you settled into your routine of TV and messaging friends on social media before cuddling up for the night. A night when he actually was thinking of teasing his fingers over male nipples, massaging triceps and biceps, inhaling testosterone, grasping cock and massaging it while pressing his own pulsing cock deep into the warmth of a well-bred male hole. That night, like many others, maybe you discussed perfect home renovations, a holiday with relatives and business. Why won’t you ask yourself what was is about the thrilling ecstasy of gay sex that would he risk such a perfectly balanced istanbul travestileri life for?
Oh, Rose! He would have been happy with the occasional good fuck, but it was something that you lost interest in. And no, I don’t believe he was a thoughtless or dull lover. He is so open to experimentation and new sensations. Be glad he’s a good man and is still there for you.
Remember that night in April when he slammed the bedroom door and went downstairs to watch porn, to work his magnificent masculinity. You wouldn’t talk to him about sex, wouldn’t discuss therapy, wouldn’t see the sad demeanour of a man constantly rejected by the one he loved.
But I heard his lust, I heard him repeat the words: “Make me cum. Cum in me! Lose yourself in me!” Words my lover had used as I had climaxed ferociously in him when forgetting the cares of the world.
Was even a little of such physical and mental pleasure too much to ask? I knew he was listening to me have sex. I saw him waiting in the garden to see who left. I knew he was interested.
I know you have mocked the sounds of sex you hear coming from my house. That you warned my boss I was untrustworthy due to my “open” lifestyle, which is why I was passed over for that job abroad and am still travesti istanbul living next to you.
I also know that is fine with you because I look after your house when you go on vacation. I am good at fixing your tech and keeping you updated with developments from my research. Maybe if you had been more interested in your husband’s sexual needs than climbing the social and business ladder, we wouldn’t be having this heart-to-heart.
Rose! You neglected him but J loves you. You could still drop down to suck that magnificent cock like it deserves. Feel the sexual energy pounding from his sculpted body.
J had heard X and I making love, having delicious sex. I had cum again as X had worshipped my cock while stimulating, teasing, thrilling my prostate with his skilled fingers. Earlier the bed had rocked and rhymed as I had taken X missionary style. I had licked his nipples clean of the cum and continued to rotate my hips against X’s while my still hard cock massaged his willing, grasping male cunt.
J was there when X left my house. J sat outside and glowering with envy and anger and lust. X told me in a phone call as he drove home because he didn’t know whether J wanted to fuck him or beat him. I went out to see J still brooding. I apologised for the disturbance. I said we had gotten carried away in the passion.
Then he asked if the women I brought home knew I swung. I told him that sometimes they want to watch and maybe even join in. J breathed in, his heart missed a beat. He laughed and said, “Too much information”. But I saw his interest there and then.