Lesbian Cuckold
My wife Charlotte and I have been married for ten wonderful years. We meet by pure chance in an Ikea parking lot five years before that, when she’d had some trouble loading up her car and I stopped to help. I think she sensed right away that I was a submissive man, because she invited me back to her place that very night. Well, more like ordered me. I hadn’t realized that I was submissive or that I liked pain, but one night with Charlotte had made me addicted. Charlotte is a short, flame-haired, firecracker of a woman, with petite breasts and large hips. I’m at my happiest when I’m serving her with my head between her legs. I’m 5’9″ and rail thin, in a way that hides lean muscle. I keep myself in excellent …