We went to a great steakhouse in town and had a delicious dinner and decided to have a drink at the bar afterwards. As we walked into the bar I notice...d a few guys checking me out, one in particular was a handsome black man. I climbed up on the barstool and felt my dress creep up my thighs just a bit further which attracted some more looks from the other guys as well as my husband. As we enjoyed our drinks, my hubby started stroking my thigh, moving his hand slowly upwards under my dress. I. Why was I so turned on? Why did I want and love this all so much? I could have stopped it all the night before, when it had all began with his late night visit to my bedroom. I could stopped it then, I could have stopped it that morning when I let him give me that leg shaking blowjob in the kitchen. I for sure could have stopped it just now and not had moved to my knees in front of him. Not wrapped my lips around his young, surprisingly gorgeous cock. Not taken his cum load in my mouth and not. You dropped to your knees and slid my underwear down, my cock popping up and aimed directly at your open mouth.You took me in and the warm, moist sensation of your tongue on the bottom of my cock made it jerk in your mouth. You moved your hands to my ass as you took my entire length into your mouth. I looked down and marvelled at the beautiful sight of my cock sliding in and out of your mouth, and you tipped your head back just enough so that you could make eye contact with me. My hands moved. His job was simple. He would sleep on the floor of our bedroom, He would pleasure me when every time I needed it (Which was a lot) and I would tie him up and whip him when he disobeyed or if I felt like it. After the first year of our marriage, I would only allow him to have intercourse with me on his birthday. Other than that, if he were perfect, I would fuck him with the rubber dildo and even allow him to cum, either on the floor or on my feet, both ways he would lick up his cum.In the last 2.