Ever since my husband and I moved in next door to you and your wife, you haven’t been able to control your wet dreams and fantasies about having me all to yourself. My husband is much older than me by a long shot and our relationship is wonderful however sexually we are missing that “spark” newly weds should still have. You and I have developed a strong friendship over the past few months and it’s not unusual at all for you to stop by to have a glass of wine with me before our partners finally make it home from work. Let’s just say we’ve had a lot of time to get to know each other and on this particular day I’ve had a little more chardonnay. I confess to you how drab and boring mine and the Mr’s sex life has gotten. I complain that he doesn’t even want to so much as try anal or even get a little vanilla kink involved. You blurt out without even thinking, “I cannot believe that. I mean, you’re so freaking hot Candy! I would have a hard time not getting crazy on you!” It’s at that moment it clicks and we start uncontrollably making out and taking off clothes. The fact that we are outside on the patio by the pool doesn’t phase us, in fact it makes it even better because the element of getting caught factors in. I start sucking your cock like I’ve been starving for a flesh stick all my life and you finger my pretty pink asshole, feeling how juicy and wet my pussy is getting as well. I climb on top of you and you slide your cock right into my ass and begin bouncing me on your lap. My tits pop out and are in perfect reach for your mouth to suck on while you deeply make love to my ass. You pull me down hard and explode inside me just as I start to cum as well. Rocking me gently before you slide out. That was exactly what we both needed and I’m hoping we’ll need it more soon. 😉
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Normally I don’t like to punish in a cruel way, sometimes you have to assert a little more discipline than normal when it comes to a stubborn individual, don’t you think? There is this guy that moved in across the street. I call him the jerkoff because he just acts like a POS. So I was walking out to get the mail and bring the garbage in, my morning thing to do. I just slip on some flip-flops and a robe, I don’t usually wear clothes around the house in the morning. So I got the mail and the turd neighbor starts giving me shit from across the street. Telling me to cover up and junk. I walked over to him, grabbed his wrist cranked it up behind his back and walked him to my house. I pushed him in thru the front door; I grabbed the restraints in the foyer table and pushed him down onto a chair. Slapping him in the face, I ask who in the hell he thinks he is. With no response I told him to get up and strip, he gave me a no way look and I grabbed him by the balls “would you like to rethink that answer?” He strips down, and lo and behold this sissy bitch is wearing panties, a garter, and stockings. I pulled his panties off his cock and slapped it, lessons for pointing out other people just to take the focus off you. I sat him back down and bound his arms while I put a nice coat of whore make up. “If I see you outside without makeup, I’ll come over to your house and put a goat milker on your cock while you sleep. Understand?” He nodded. Let’s see how long it takes the jerkoff to not comply. I did tell him on his way out the door looking all made up and pretty, that if he doesn’t play by the rules next time the makeup will come with a large ass plug.
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