For about three months, I cheated on my husbands, with Eduard, my Lover. I was kidding myself that we were just having a 'bit of a fling' so to speak and that if Eric didn't find out no one would be the wiser or upset by my infidelity. That is until Eduard and I spent a weekend away at a lovely hotel in the mountains.
The first night together shall remain seared in my memory forever. He romanced me at dinner, making me see another side to the man I had thought to be my Big Black Stud.
We talked. We danced closely together. We kissed tenderly. And then he took me upstairs to our room, stripped me naked, and then entered me with his long, thick, mahogany coloured rod.
This time was different. He was no longer the rampant young Bull he had been before, but now he was a gentle but her accomplished Lover. With every thrust of that long manhood, as I lay on those silken sheets, I became his Woman. His whore. His personal belonging.
"I want you to be my permanent Mistress," he said to me over breakfast the next morning.
"I would love to be Master," I replied. "But I will have to tell my husband."
"Don't worry about that Imogen," he replied, "cuckold Eric already knows about us ...
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