To set on the right path…

He had replayed IT in his head a hundred times. He desperately wanted to experience IT in real life. He had long wanted to make her into a SW. It seemed to him that she was faithful to him and he could control the situation. He minimized sex with her, hoping that even this might push her towards infidelity. And then turn the situation to his advantage, steer it in the direction HE wanted.

That day they had a fight. Over some trifle, as happens in families. But this time, the alcohol in her brought out unexpected confessions. They were confessions… of infidelity. Of cheating on him, her husband. She caught herself. Or was it a pause to gauge his reaction? And was it said on purpose? But what did she

want to say with these confessions? What was she trying to achieve? Or was it an accident, caused by the relaxing effect of alcohol? He had no answers to these questions yet…

Jealousy? Hurt? Anger? He couldn't immediately identify the feeling that gripped him. No, he didn't feel jealousy; that feeling had dulled in him since the time he immersed himself in the topic of SW. But something stirred inside him. Here it was—that very moment, that switch. Now the main thing was not to lose control of the situation, to press that very lever at the right time. He could use the newly revealed circumstances to his advantage; the main thing was to do everything correctly, not to mistake the moment or the means. But right now they were fighting. A pause was needed. Stop.

A vacation came up just in time, due to some circumstances, which he had to spend alone. Need it be said what was going on in his head for those two weeks? Sex, MMF, SW… And how was she now, his wife? Perhaps with someone? The situation was clearly not under his control. He was sure of only one thing—his wife had cheated on him in the distant (and not so distant) past. And if it was in the past, why wasn't it possible now? Those betrayals were undoubtedly despicable, but now those betrayals meant nothing to him. At this specific moment, he didn't care about anything; he needed to try to use the situation to his advantage.

Yes-yes-yes, upon returning home, both he and she had missed each other. Sex was inevitable here. This could be a turning point, and he couldn't miss it. Knowing the key, which he had consciously neglected to use for several years, he led her to bed. Covering her body with kisses, gently nibbling her lips, he slowly and deliberately began to pump her pussy with his cock. He always liked this process, when she would rapidly get turned on, trying to make him move faster inside her, and he would enjoy the slow, sensual movements, watching her writhe with the desire to speed up. porn stories Yes, now was the perfect moment to start a conversation about her lovers. She, as if under the influence of a "truth serum," would agree to a lot.

— Darling, were there many of them during our life together?

He noticed something "devilish" in her eyes, but she avoided answering, saying he was the best lover.

— Sweetheart, I'm not hurt or jealous—he continued. — And I'm not angry with you for it; on the contrary, this situation really turns me on…

He added a bit more sensuality and pressure to his movements inside her and covered her mouth with kisses, not letting her answer immediately. Feeling an unusual tenderness from him, the acceleration of pace and pressure, she plunged headlong into her feelings, moving her pelvis to meet his thrusts. She knew herself, knew that she was about to start "peaking"… He knew it too and… returned the pace to its original version.

— So, what will you tell me about your lovers? I don't care who they are; I'm interested in how it happened. Tell me about at least one of them. Where did he fuck you and how?

The fear of her infidelity left her eyes, and a "slutty" spark ignited in them. In a slightly uncertain voice, she began to narrate (though omitting details) about her last lover, staring intently into her husband's eyes. And he, with puppy-dog gratitude in those very eyes, accelerated the pace, changed the direction of his cock's movement in her pussy, trying to enter her so that his balls would hit her now-slutty pussy with a certain rhythm. She "took off" barely finishing the brief story about her lover. When she came down from the "first wave," she felt her husband's hands caressing her body, kneading her breasts, and his random kisses. She had already forgotten how wonderful this was. "Could all this bliss be thanks to her stories about her lover?" Thoughts were jumbled in her head, but she couldn't not thank her husband. She had already taken his cock in her hands and was about to guide it into her mouth when he suddenly asked:

— And did you suck him off?

She was a little confused—tell the truth or lie?

The afterglow of the orgasm and what preceded it were still raging in her brain.

— Yes, but he came very quickly—she babbled. — Both when he fucked me and when I sucked him off. Not like you, darling!

"Well," he thought, it seems the "truth game" is bearing fruit, and she really likes all this… What a bitch, what a whore…"

— You're my favorite little slut! — he added tenderly, kissing her softly and passionately. Then, completely relaxing, he allowed her tongue to do whatever it wished with his cock. But this was just a respite; he wasn't even thinking of filling her mouth with cum… No, not now. Besides, he still needed to find out a lot more, and he wasn't going to miss this chance.

"However, an interesting turn of events," she thought, though she could only think, since her mouth was completely occupied by her husband's cock, and even her tongue was cramped for space…

"Truth?… lie?… or a game on her part"—this question tormented him during moments of rest… — "I'll have to scout it out again in battle," he thought.

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