Bi-Sexual Female / 25
I Cheated, But It's Not What You Think, It's For The Therapy
I am 25 and work as a personal trainer. The man I'm with likes Latina babes, he likes his babes to be fit and a little on the thick side. He is 48 of the old school 'do as I say' and everything is going to be okay. He is generous to his babes and without him we would not live the way we do. I live with Solange, she works at a Spa and specializes in Brazilian wax. She makes extra by giving some of her clients a personal experience by driving them mad with a clit stimulation therapy.
My man came to me and asked me to start wearing dainty panties, which look silly on me, I'm more of a Jockey panty type. Pulling the silly panties on over my thighs makes Solange fall down laughing. But it it's 'do as a I say', so I do as he says. These silly panties means that I have to be waxed and shaved every two or three days. Solange never fails with the clit therapy routine and I've been getting deep orgasms as a result. And Solange doesn't just use her hands when she is giving me clit therapy, she uses her lips and tongue as well. Solange asked for some therapy so I gave her a deep licking to make her happy. My man found us both in a post orgasm stupor that afternoon, when he had to deal with the fact that Solange and I are not just roommates, never were.
He told me he was walking away, I had let myself be used by another, man or woman does not matter. I did what girls do and started crying and begging and telling him he did not understand. A girl needs the right kind of loving something he can't do, for him it is straight up vagina, but it's all about him, not me. I need to cum too and Solange never fails and I never fail with her. So what? We are accidental lovers, not like I would ever do something to hurt him and I would never let a man get that close to me.
But cheating is cheating and I was put on ice for the longest while, my allowance cut off, living off of my savings and my take home pay. Solange got worried and she offered to take on more clients, but she was already booked up and that would take her away from me. The only thing left for me was to go back to my man and beg until he let me back in. Solange was careful in her detail, I wore my silly panties, I wore a skirt which I never do, pumped up my chest and went to beg for my place.
I got lectured severely, he made me cry. Never had he had one of his babes cheat on him like that and he reminded me of why I existed. Nothing, nobody, touches me except him. I told him Solange does my waxes, she had to touch me and he always likes how nice she leaves me, I offered to show him but he declined, nothing he hadn't seen before. In my desperation, I asked him for forgiveness again and begged him to let Solange give me the full treatment, and that included clit therapy. As a man he would never understand, asking me to push Solange's hand away was asking me not to breathe.
He relented, I agreed to let him watch while Solange waxed me and gave me clit therapy. If he approved then I could stay with him, if he didn't, well my life was over. Solange did very well, she dressed with a pair of my silly panties and nothing else but a pair of earrings. She held herself up high, giving him a total view so that he would understand. She waxed me carefully, gave me a butt ass whitening, treated my clit to her finger therapy and ended with her tongue and mouth, and because when you are being watched and it's your man, I went off into a deep orgasm, so much that he jumped up to make sure I was alright. I never have orgasms like that with him.
With that he relented and my allowance was reinstated and I was his babe again. He doesn't ask when I get my clit therapy or when I give Solange some of her own medicine. What we do is none of his business, his words not mine. When he needs me by his side, I try to teach him how to treat my clit, but his fingers are too big for me. And he doesn't have the patience, he is their for the vagina, and he fucks me until he is happy and I am left to clean up the mess. You can't teach an old dong new tricks.
Thanks for listening to my side of the story,
B.
My man came to me and asked me to start wearing dainty panties, which look silly on me, I'm more of a Jockey panty type. Pulling the silly panties on over my thighs makes Solange fall down laughing. But it it's 'do as a I say', so I do as he says. These silly panties means that I have to be waxed and shaved every two or three days. Solange never fails with the clit therapy routine and I've been getting deep orgasms as a result. And Solange doesn't just use her hands when she is giving me clit therapy, she uses her lips and tongue as well. Solange asked for some therapy so I gave her a deep licking to make her happy. My man found us both in a post orgasm stupor that afternoon, when he had to deal with the fact that Solange and I are not just roommates, never were.
He told me he was walking away, I had let myself be used by another, man or woman does not matter. I did what girls do and started crying and begging and telling him he did not understand. A girl needs the right kind of loving something he can't do, for him it is straight up vagina, but it's all about him, not me. I need to cum too and Solange never fails and I never fail with her. So what? We are accidental lovers, not like I would ever do something to hurt him and I would never let a man get that close to me.
But cheating is cheating and I was put on ice for the longest while, my allowance cut off, living off of my savings and my take home pay. Solange got worried and she offered to take on more clients, but she was already booked up and that would take her away from me. The only thing left for me was to go back to my man and beg until he let me back in. Solange was careful in her detail, I wore my silly panties, I wore a skirt which I never do, pumped up my chest and went to beg for my place.
I got lectured severely, he made me cry. Never had he had one of his babes cheat on him like that and he reminded me of why I existed. Nothing, nobody, touches me except him. I told him Solange does my waxes, she had to touch me and he always likes how nice she leaves me, I offered to show him but he declined, nothing he hadn't seen before. In my desperation, I asked him for forgiveness again and begged him to let Solange give me the full treatment, and that included clit therapy. As a man he would never understand, asking me to push Solange's hand away was asking me not to breathe.
He relented, I agreed to let him watch while Solange waxed me and gave me clit therapy. If he approved then I could stay with him, if he didn't, well my life was over. Solange did very well, she dressed with a pair of my silly panties and nothing else but a pair of earrings. She held herself up high, giving him a total view so that he would understand. She waxed me carefully, gave me a butt ass whitening, treated my clit to her finger therapy and ended with her tongue and mouth, and because when you are being watched and it's your man, I went off into a deep orgasm, so much that he jumped up to make sure I was alright. I never have orgasms like that with him.
With that he relented and my allowance was reinstated and I was his babe again. He doesn't ask when I get my clit therapy or when I give Solange some of her own medicine. What we do is none of his business, his words not mine. When he needs me by his side, I try to teach him how to treat my clit, but his fingers are too big for me. And he doesn't have the patience, he is their for the vagina, and he fucks me until he is happy and I am left to clean up the mess. You can't teach an old dong new tricks.
Thanks for listening to my side of the story,
B.
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