My Wife Emilia The Ugly Duckling
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I have noticed in my lifetime, plain Jane’s and ugly ducklings, are usually the best fucks out there.
Discovered early on, that the best way to get my perverse needs taken ae of, was a lady who would not normally be very attractive to an averagely good-looking male, older, plump, heavy glasses, untidy hair, let's say, and unsure of herself...plied this one with alcohol, got naked, pulled my rubber bondage-bag over my head, and shrugged it off my shoulders so it fell to the floor, enveloping me completely, then said "tie it at my neck and waist, then you can do ANYTHING you want to me, or with me..."
Her uncertain laugh quickly changed to an evil alcohol-boosted chuckle, and she said "Like ...this?" as she wound conveniently available thin rope as suggested, pulled it tight with surprisingly vicious effort, then demanded snidely "Anything? Like, leaving you like that, and going to a movie? Just joking,,,actually I'm not going anywhere this weekend, and neither are you! So you better get serious about keeping me amused, don't you think?"
She unzipped the nylon zipper at my crotch, pulled my already aroused package outside, and began to smack my balls harder than I was okay with, and wanked me clumsily but enthusiastically, until I began to writhe and squirm, eventually spraying her with generous white slime at which she exclaimed "Yecch! Oh man you're in trouble now! That is SO disrespectful, so I think I should stop you doing it again, despite finding this a very attractive handful...we've got all weekend, maybe more, for me to explore limits and limitations! I know you don't find me attractive, but this way you can just fantasize about some cute chick or another, and I'll do lots of this, and maybe even lay you down, get on top, and help you to be inside me, like couples do, I understand...anyway you're not in a position to argue, and I DO like that!"
We got married a month or so later, and have been together now for years, always to her consistant spedification, and duration, as she welcomes me on my return home from work with the greeting "Why don't you slip into something less comfortable...?" Which I always agree to do, often without any dinner, other than the occasional energy bar, which will pass through the small nylon zipper across my mouth, after her comment "Stand still while I "finish you off" so to speak!" Creating an involuntary shiver in me, especially on a Friday!