MsLinnet
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Wife’s Revenge 3. © Linnet Turns Thursday, 19 August 2004
After almost ten years of my husband demanding sex in all sorts of manner, I decided it was time to turn the tables on him. It was our wedding anniversary in a few days time and I knew what the routine would be. He would come home and take me out for dinner. Over a few hours he would normally get me drunk, then on the way home, or once at home, I would be bent over the end of a chair or the bed and he would ravish my arse for hours with a dildo or his fist before fucking me until he had his pleasure.
This time it was going to be different, the night of the dinner I put my plan into action. As we sat at the table a few of my friends came into the restaurant, They all looked stunning; Rachel saw me first as was planned and came over to the table, I saw my husband look at Rachel as she bent over allowing her dress to billow, showing off her breasts.
I asked them to join us and David quickly agreed. As we ate our meals the girls told us that they were going to a club after, and asked if we would join them. David was in awe of the girls, all beautiful and dressed in clothes that left little to the imagination.
David said he had to go to the toilet and as he got up I noticed the familiar outline of his erection through the cloth of his suit.
“Did you get it?” I asked Rachel.
“Yes. Here, you put it in; he won't know what has hit him or fucked him,” she said smiling wickedly.
After almost ten years of my husband demanding sex in all sorts of manner, I decided it was time to turn the tables on him. It was our wedding anniversary in a few days time and I knew what the routine would be. He would come home and take me out for dinner. Over a few hours he would normally get me drunk, then on the way home, or once at home, I would be bent over the end of a chair or the bed and he would ravish my arse for hours with a dildo or his fist before fucking me until he had his pleasure.
This time it was going to be different, the night of the dinner I put my plan into action. As we sat at the table a few of my friends came into the restaurant, They all looked stunning; Rachel saw me first as was planned and came over to the table, I saw my husband look at Rachel as she bent over allowing her dress to billow, showing off her breasts.
I asked them to join us and David quickly agreed. As we ate our meals the girls told us that they were going to a club after, and asked if we would join them. David was in awe of the girls, all beautiful and dressed in clothes that left little to the imagination.
David said he had to go to the toilet and as he got up I noticed the familiar outline of his erection through the cloth of his suit.
“Did you get it?” I asked Rachel.
“Yes. Here, you put it in; he won't know what has hit him or fucked him,” she said smiling wickedly.
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