The Swinger Confessions: Angela’s Hunger

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Alone again. Sometimes, well if I’m honest, oftentimes I hate when my husband travels for business. I guess I’m just spoiled, I want him here with me always. Robert’s the ultimate provider. He sees it as his life’s mission to protect and nurture me. Our relationship consumes us, but sometimes his job takes priority. I’ve accepted this and his seemingly constant business trips as the norm, and thus I found myself alone…again.  Laptop in hand, I flopped down on my favorite chaise and logged into Lush and Facebook. It was time to find some excitement. It didn’t take long for fun to arrive on my screen, but not from either of my web obsessions. Skype alerted me and I was excited to see my husband taking advantage of his newly installed application. “Baby, I…” he gasped when he realized that I was lounging around our master suite partially naked. “How was your flight, Robert?” “I’m here and you’re there…naked.” Laughing, I removed my boy shorts; my hand palming my left breast kneading the full mound as I gazed intently at the screen. “Robert, you contacted me. What’s up?” “You’re not playing fair again, wifey!” “What do you mean? I’m doing what I do when you’re not here.” “Which is?” He shifted in the hotel room chair uncomfortably as I reached over to our goody drawer. My hand pulling the perfect little g-spot vibrator out of the drawer. I brought it to my lips. I enjoyed watching him squirm as arousal pulsed through almanbahis şikayet my sex. “Robert, I miss you already and…” “I know, baby.” “And I need you now, show me.” He loosened his tie, dropped his hand to his trousers, and manipulated the tablet to show me his lengthening dick. I marveled at it’s presence on my screen. I was prepared to cyber fuck him until his eyeballs bled, but was taken aback when he said, “Don’t talk, don’t watch, just…show me.” He threw my words back at me with such heat and intensity that I had no choice to comply. The man knew how to get to me. I loved to dance, strip, and masturbate for him. It made me feel so sexy, so alive, so thoroughly aroused. If he wanted me to do any of those things for him, my body wouldn’t hesitate to do so, it would be my pleasure. My body caught fire and the world wide web became our personal playground. “You do that to me every time, wifey.” “So you say.” I smiled in post coital bliss and waited for him to end the call. “Call Angie, I don’t want you alone every night I’m away.” I squealed in delight as I prepared to say goodbye to my lover. “Thank you baby, see you soon and I’ll give Angie a kiss for you. Love you!” Angie arrived at my house after work the following day. Her bouncy curls grabbed my attention as soon as she stepped inside. “Hey beautiful!” “Hey you,” I licked my lips, “damn girl you wearin’ those jeans!” She did a little turn slowing almanbahis canlı casino down as my eyes narrowed in on her scrumptious ass. “They better look damn good, ‘ya girl spends hours in LA Fitness.” Angie laughed and pulled me in for a kiss. “Yum, cherry?” Angie giggled as I licked her bottom lip. “Wine or a drink?” The hostess in me took over as I smacked her luscious ass as she strutted into the kitchen. “Ciroc and pineapple juice, please.” “Hungry?” “No, not in the way you mean.” I eyed her like a lioness eyed her prey. I thought about that night in the club…she seemed so different from then. “I need a shower, Shirley girl.” “Well go on then, I’ll play on your computer or something.” “Ok, I’ll be back soon, don’t have too much fun without me. I’ve got something planned for us.” I turned on the water full blast in the spacious shower. The steam from the hot water beckoned me and my achy muscles relaxed as water cascaded down my dark skin. I felt rejuvenated, alive–so ready to seduce my Shirley Temple girl. I left the bathroom draped in a plush towel, locks piled high on my head, skin dewy and still very warm. Angie was reading a story on Lush when I crept up behind her and nibbled her neck. “Do you want a shower?” My teeth grazed her ear while I gazed at what she was reading. “Uhmm no, I had one just before I got here. And I told you before…I’m hungry.” She rose from the chaise and began almanbahis casino to circle me. My plans obviously meant nothing to her as she continued to stalk me. Grabbing the body oil from my dresser, I dropped the towel, gracefully sat on the edge of our four poster bed, and poured oil on my legs. “You wanna…” I stared deeply into her big brown eyes, my inquiry obviously fueled her need. Angie didn’t speak and I did the only thing I could…I handed her the oil and fell back on the bed. Angie’s hands were soft and warm as they slathered oil into my limbs. She took her time, I never felt so cherished by another woman. My long, toned legs relaxed at her touch as she stroked each one lovingly. It was as if she had to pay homage to my body and this was her chance to do whatever it was that would assuage her hunger. She made her way up to my thighs, my mouth watering in anticipation of her touch. My Shirley girl could do no wrong. “I know what you want, Coco,” her voice was soft, her words tender–soothing to my ears, “but I’m not giving it to you now.” The breath caught in my throat, the arousal that was pooling at my core seemed to double at her words. I waited with bated breath as she poured the warm oil over my chest and tummy. Her hands teased and kneaded my dark full breasts. I could hear her inhale as a moan escaped my throat at her touch. She circled my nipple with the tip of her nail, I sighed. She pinched my nipple between two of her fingers, I moaned. She took my nipple in her warm wet mouth, I breathed deeply. My body became an instrument of exploration, there was not an inch of flesh that she didn’t slather with oil, knead, and massage. I was limp but achy with arousal.

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