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Chapter 8: - Charlotte
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: - Charlotte - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
My mind was buzzing. What would Mommy say? She did say that if I had permission, I could do it. Who else could give me permission besides Carl? Nobody!
Carl said I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do. So, he wasn’t making me do this. Nobody was. It was my decision to make. Why was I still worried? The money bothered me, of course, but mostly I wasn’t sure it was what Carl really wanted me to do. I do what our own house though, and I know Carl does, too.
My husband is very giving. He doesn’t take. He would only let me do this if he knew it’s what I wanted. But did he want it, too? He said it was a fantasy of his. Was it?
So, when I woke up that Saturday morning, I was naked and so horny. I rubbed my butt back against my sleeping husband. I felt his cock give an immediate lurch, and he snuggled up behind her, pressing his hard cock against me.
I whimpered as I felt Carl’s swollen thingy and leaned back, turning my head so I could kiss him. I pressed my lips against him and eased my tongue gently into his mouth. I kept teasing and inviting, sliding my lips slowly up and down, kissing him deeper as I felt him getting more turned on.
Carl put his arm around me, draping it over my waist. Then he reached up and felt for my boobs, fitting his warm fingers around the curve of them and rubbing them slowly. My nipples were getting hard, and I whimpered as he massaged them harder.
He pinched my nipple lightly, and I could not hold back a tiny whimper of pleasure--the whimper that always tells him I want more. He began kissing my neck sensuously, letting my tongue drift over the smooth flesh under my ears.
He slipped his free hand under my waist and eased me onto my back. Then he climbed slowly onto me as I spread my legs to welcome him. He eased forward, rubbing his cock between my wide-open legs. I gasped in pleasure and spread my legs wider, bending my knees so that he could get in deeper between my parted thighs. I felt his cock sinking into the soft folds of my wet flower.
I lifted my hands up and began to rub his perfect bare chest hungrily. I moaned softly as he rocked back and forth on top of me, rubbing his cock against my pussy.
“Carl, baby,” I whimpered softly as I stroked his chest. “You’re really horny this morning. You really want me.”
“Every man wants you, Princess,” he sighed against my neck, rubbing his cock slowly, rhythmically into me. “I’m the only man that’s going to get some of this pussy this morning,” he growled. I giggled, and he shoved his hips down harder until I gasped.
He leaned down and kissed me deeply. “Every man wants to kiss these perfect lips,”
“Oh God,” I moaned lightly. He slid his hands up my body to cup my breasts and squeeze them together. “Every guy wants to grab these perfect tits.”
He grabbed my thighs and pushed my legs up over his back. “Every man wants these long legs holding him to this perfect body.” He thrust into me hard for a few minutes, then said, “Every man want to fuck this perfect tight pussy. They all want to own you. The perfect woman.”
“Only you own me, baby.” He smiled and kept slowly thrusting fully into me. “Unless you give them permission,” I said, moaning out loud right afterwards. He immediately started pounding me harder.
I put my hands around his neck, pulling his head down for a kiss. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, and he thrust his back against mine, wrestling playfully.
“I want to taste you,” he said, as he pulled out and began kissing a trail down my sweaty stomach, licking deliciously. He slid his hands under me, curving fingers around my smooth, shapely naked butt. He massaged them hungrily, knowing that I was just aching for his mouth. I spread my legs wider, lifting my knees and opening my legs so that my tight pink flower was exposed and ready.
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