Wife Cuckold Creampie
My wife was a marvelous slut. You ladies out there could learn from her. If she wanted to fuck a guy, he was fucked. Of course it helped that I not only encouraged her, I assisted her with a wife cuckold creampie. Ladies, keep that in mind if you're trying to decide whether or not to fulfil your husband's dream of you fucking another man. With your husband's help–partner in wife cuckold creampie, so to speak–it's amazing what, ah, WHO, you can do. Here's an example:
My wife and I were in a nearby city on business one weekend and ran into an acquaintance of mine in a restaurant, a guy I shall call "Bill." He lived in that city. We asked him to join us. He did, casting a very friendly glance at my wife's very nice cleavage as I introduced them to each other. Bill's wife was out of town, his kids home with a baby sitter. He was out for dinner and a drink or two. I soon perceived two things: (#1) Bill was having trouble forcing his eyes away from the cleavage; and (#2) my wife was enjoying #1.
After a drink or two and some conversation, most of it sexual and from my wife and concerning Bill's "gorgeous," etc., looks, dinner came. As he sliced a bite from his steak I sensed my wife move slightly and saw him almost drop his fork and suddenly look as if he had received a mild electrical shock. From experience, I knew that her toes were rubbing his legs or his crotch. He recovered quickly, and I made small talk about the meal as my wife smiled and gave me a wink. From experience, I knew that Bill was fucked till the wife cuckold creampie.
We finished dinner and moved into the restaurant's bar. Bill went to the bathroom. My wife said, "I want the wife cuckold creampie, ok?"
I said, "Sure. How you'll get the wife cuckold creampie?"
"I don't know. He seems awfully nervous."
We both thought for a moment, watching toward the bathroom as we thought. I finally said, "Got an idea. You ask me to call a taxi because you don't feel well.