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Irene's Story, Chapter 1: The Making Of A Reluctant Hot Wife

Date: 4/9/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 50, Source: LushStories

stretched me open, and I was enjoying his repeated probing of my vagina. His fingers curled upward and discovered a spot on the front of my uterine wall. This was an erogenous spot that I later discovered it was my g-spot. “Oh my god, Oscar… oh god, right there… oh shit,” I hissed as I lifted my bottom off the bed, arching forward to force his fingers deeper inside me, forcing him to touch me on this very sensitive and erotic spot. I reached down and grabbed my husband's wrist, and tried to push his hand deeper inside me. I began to rock my hips in a frenzy. I could feel something building deep inside me… something intensely pleasurable. I was losing all control of my movements as my orgasm started to build. Obviously, the talk about exposing me to other men, and having them dance with me and feel me up had aroused both Oscar and me. I humped wildly against his fingers and hand. “Oh god, Oscar… don’t stop… please… oh god… right there… oh fuck…” I moaned loudly as I completely lost control of myself. Oscar, sensing my impending orgasm started fingering me with a violent abandon. He plunged his fingers deep inside me. pressing firmly against my uterine wall. "Irene, tell me that you'll dance with other men tomorrow... that you'll let them touch you." All I could do was moan, but Oscar wanted me to say it. "Tell me you'll do it, Irene. Tell me!" he commanded me to speak. I moaned more loudly, bucking my hips as my husband fucked my dilated vagina with his fingers. I was so ... close. Oscar spread his fingers to stretch me open further. He withdrew his fingers only to suddenly plunge them back inside his naughty wife. He was punishing my swollen pussy, forcing me closer and closer to orgasm. "Tell me you'll let them touch your breasts and vagina... tell me you'll let them finger you. Tell me." Oscar's words were creating an image in my mind that was pushing me over the edge. "Do you want me to let them? You want to see strangers finger-fuck me?" I panted. "Yes, that's exactly what I want." "Oh god, Oscar, yes, if you want... yes, I'll let them touch me..." Merely saying those words pushed me over the edge. I started to climax. I felt the first spasm crash across me. I reached up and grabbed my nipples, squeezing them tightly between my thumbs and forefingers as my orgasm overtook me. I was arching my back, my buttocks off the couch, pushing forward to meet my husband's digital thrusts. My lubrication was flowing out of my dilated vagina, dripping down the crack of my ass. My aroused scent was now filling the room. “Oh god… I’m there… oh, don’t stop… deeper…oh please... deeper… oh shit!” I screamed as I bucked my hips as wave upon wave of pleasure overtook me. This orgasm rocked my core as pleasurable spasms crashed across my abdomen. After the third wave of spasms overtook me, I needed to stop. I was exhausted. My belly ached. I was dizzy, and felt like I might actually pass out. “Oscar, you need to stop. You need to let me come down,” I begged. But ...