Straight Female / 36
I Had No Idea
i was in the back yard taking in some late afternoon sun, when our new neighbor decided to peek over the fence and say, "hi". when he did, i was surprised, and looked up to see this giant of a man. i'm tall, 5 ft 11 in, but he dwarfed me. he is well 6 ft and another half at least.
we chit chatted a while, and i noticed he was seeing down my bikini top all the way to my nipples. he wasn't staring, but he had to look down, and i'm sure they were in plane view for his eyes. i blushed red as soon as i realized it. i tried to apologize, but he he put his finger to my lips to shush me, and told me, "no need to be embarrassed."
i felt so small, insignificant compared to this man! at 6 ft 4 in in heels, i have never been towered over by anyone--until then. i stood there, helpless to say anything, my face bright red, and even down into my chest.
he reached down, and his big hands brushed my 32D breasts on their way to my waist--he lifted me like i was nothing, 147 lbs, and hugged me tight. he smelled like my father, English Leather!
i was a little girl again, and this big strong man held me safely in his arms. my breast pressing tightly to him--he kissed me deeply, then began to fondle me. his scent was intoxicating, as his hands roamed freely across my body. my top was gone, and my bikini bottom was pushed to the side. his fingers invaded my private parts, and i moaned as i buried my face against his hairy chest.
my legs wrapped around him, and an orgasm coursed though my body. i squirted, wetting my bikini bottom and drenching his shirt and pants. he set me down, and i apologized and ran back to the house.
my heart raced, i peeked out the window of the bedroom--what had i done? my husband was not home yet, i watched and saw him in his room. he stripped for a shower, and i know he saw me. he saw me stare. it was like my forearm large... i had to stare, i was dumbfounded.
now i want him. i want him more than man i have ever had a desire to have. i want that big thing in me. i want to feel him on top of me. i want his weight pinning me to the bed as he takes me to be his.
i'm married. i still want him. he watches my room, and i strip for him to see. my husband doesn't know.
a friend asked me what i would do? i told her, i know eventually, i'm going to go running to his door and throw myself at him. i want him that badly. she asked if i would try to cuck, my husband. i had to look up what that was, i would if i knew how, but i don't see that kind of thing working. eventually i'm going to cheat, i know it; i'm a pleaser, and i so want to please him. i want him to used me for his pleasure and let me feel every bit his woman. i want my husband as a cuck, and i want to have sex, no i want to be owned by this man that lives next door. i want to be his.
eventually, i'll break. i don't know what to do in the mean time... how to cuck my husband, if it can be done at all. it's only a matter of time, and i'll be in his bed, pinned under him, and squealing as that monster rips into me... i'm going crazy!!!
we chit chatted a while, and i noticed he was seeing down my bikini top all the way to my nipples. he wasn't staring, but he had to look down, and i'm sure they were in plane view for his eyes. i blushed red as soon as i realized it. i tried to apologize, but he he put his finger to my lips to shush me, and told me, "no need to be embarrassed."
i felt so small, insignificant compared to this man! at 6 ft 4 in in heels, i have never been towered over by anyone--until then. i stood there, helpless to say anything, my face bright red, and even down into my chest.
he reached down, and his big hands brushed my 32D breasts on their way to my waist--he lifted me like i was nothing, 147 lbs, and hugged me tight. he smelled like my father, English Leather!
i was a little girl again, and this big strong man held me safely in his arms. my breast pressing tightly to him--he kissed me deeply, then began to fondle me. his scent was intoxicating, as his hands roamed freely across my body. my top was gone, and my bikini bottom was pushed to the side. his fingers invaded my private parts, and i moaned as i buried my face against his hairy chest.
my legs wrapped around him, and an orgasm coursed though my body. i squirted, wetting my bikini bottom and drenching his shirt and pants. he set me down, and i apologized and ran back to the house.
my heart raced, i peeked out the window of the bedroom--what had i done? my husband was not home yet, i watched and saw him in his room. he stripped for a shower, and i know he saw me. he saw me stare. it was like my forearm large... i had to stare, i was dumbfounded.
now i want him. i want him more than man i have ever had a desire to have. i want that big thing in me. i want to feel him on top of me. i want his weight pinning me to the bed as he takes me to be his.
i'm married. i still want him. he watches my room, and i strip for him to see. my husband doesn't know.
a friend asked me what i would do? i told her, i know eventually, i'm going to go running to his door and throw myself at him. i want him that badly. she asked if i would try to cuck, my husband. i had to look up what that was, i would if i knew how, but i don't see that kind of thing working. eventually i'm going to cheat, i know it; i'm a pleaser, and i so want to please him. i want him to used me for his pleasure and let me feel every bit his woman. i want my husband as a cuck, and i want to have sex, no i want to be owned by this man that lives next door. i want to be his.
eventually, i'll break. i don't know what to do in the mean time... how to cuck my husband, if it can be done at all. it's only a matter of time, and i'll be in his bed, pinned under him, and squealing as that monster rips into me... i'm going crazy!!!
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