Sweat coated my forehead as the sun burned high above. Being a Brit abroad, I wanted to be shirtless with a cold beer, but was instead forced to wear a dark funeral suit with black tie. It was the first time I had visited the small Island paradise that my wife of seven years grew up on. I had wanted to come earlier but my wife had always had reasons not to g...
*** Conclusion to the story, thanks for all the feedback *** *Cuckold and humiliation story leave if this is not your thing* *this is just a fetish, not meant to offend any group of people* *previous chapters in profile* ***** I was feeling good. Having sex with the gorgeous Indian wife from work Sona was doing wonders for me. I had never felt more ali...
This story is fantasy, not intended to offend at all, no hidden negative messages to any group of people: it's JUST a fetish. Saying that I'd greatly appreciate feedback, suggestions, comments, prefer private messages as I like to directly communicate with those that send messages. Everyone involved in anything sexual in this story is of the legal age limit...
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