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The Cuckolding of Neil Dodds - Part 3
Date: 3/22/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: angieseroticpen, Rating: 30, Source: LushStories
see his hand as he reached out to touch her; and he would touch, despite his promises not to. He was a male, a red blooded male, who enjoyed fucking white, married females. She could almost feel the warmth of his fingers as she imagined his touch; as he explored her body. Men do that. They like to touch and explore a woman’s intimate places. Would she stop him as his fingers slid deep inside her love channel? She already knew the answer to that question. Would she stop him as his fingers slipped inside the waistband of her panties and began to push them down over her hips? Again, she knew the answer to that one. Claire could almost feel her panties around her ankles already. And what would she do when he had led her to the bed? Would she lie there with her legs locked tightly, saying no? She knew the answer to that question. She would lie there with legs wide apart and knees drawn up offering herself to him. She could see him in her imagination; standing there naked. She could see his huge erection ready for entry, just a few inches away. She could feel it against her. She could feel it at her opening. She could feel it filing her. Claire cried out loudly as her orgasm hit her. She wanted him. She wanted his cock. She wanted to feel Karl’s large, thick cock inside her. She wanted him to fuck her long and hard. She wanted him to take her and use her for his pleasure and she wanted to feel his seed deep inside her. Claire cried out again in guilt and fulfilment. A short while ... later Claire stepped out of the bath and reached for her towel. The Basque felt uncomfortable at first. She had never worn anything so constricting before. She was, of course, used to the tightness of a bra but never anything that covered her whole chest area down to her waist. She stood in front of the mirror for a while looking at herself. Sometimes she turned from side to side before standing with her back to the mirror and looking round. She had to admit that the black and mauve lacy garment looked good on her. It also felt good. She put on her stockings next. They were something that she rarely wore even though Neil had asked her many times. The pangs of guilt returned. Her husband had asked her many times and she had refused. Karl had asked her only once and she hadn’t even hesitated to do as he had asked. The matching panties were next and once again she stood in front of the mirror doing a few twirls to admire herself. A couple of hours later she set off for her lunch date. She parked in the corner of the car park as instructed by Karl and moments later his car drew up alongside hers. A brief smile was exchanged, and then she stepped from her vehicle and slipped through the open door of his car. And then they were away. “You look... amazing,” he told her. She smiled. “Better concentrate on the road,” she told him as he stared longingly at her legs. “Everything fit okay?” he asked as he looked ahead. Claire laughed. “What’s wrong?” She laughed again. “I knew you were ...