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My fears were apparently unfounded, as there was no change in Tony at work at all.* At first, I was relieved, but then it started nagging at me that we had shared such an intimate experience, and he seemed to have no reaction to it at all.* No snide comments, no ?accidental? touches, no innuendo ? nothing.After about two months, I started to wonder if I could get Tony to acknowledge what happened without actually bringing it up directly.* I figured the best way to do that was to gradually shift how I dressed at the office.* I told my idea to Ron, and he wholeheartedly supported my experimenting with my wardrobe because he loved taking certain things off of me at the end of a long day.The next morning, Ron watched me get dressed for work.* I started with a matching bra and panty set that I knew Ron especially liked.* He asked me to stay in just that as long as possible while I got ready, which is how I ended up sucking his cock wearing his favorite outfit and high heels about thirty minutes later.* Having just watched his wife traipse around in virtually see-through lingerie for half an hour, I wasn?t surprised by how quickly he came.I walked into work that morning feeling sexy and desirable.* (Wearing nice things just changes how you feel and how you move.)* Two of my male colleagues and three of the females commented on either my outfit or my radiance, but Tony wasn?t even in the office that day to notice.* As I proceeded through my day, images from the pool party kept going through my mind.* That and the image of Ron that morning, trying not to stroke himself as I got ready while dressed just for him.* There?s something about being desired that?s really sexy.By the time I got home, I was already wet with anticipation.* Ron wasn?t home yet, so I stripped off my outer layer again and started cleaning the house wearing the exact outfit I?d worn that morning as I sucked my husband?s cock.* I was just finishing sweeping the kitchen when I heard Ron pull up.* I grabbed the brush and dustpan and, with my back to the front door, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, I bent at the waist to sweep the pile into bahis siteleri the pan with my legs fully extended and slightly parted.Which meant that Ron opened the front door to see my ass in the air, barely covered by his favorite fabric.* I hoped he could also see the wet spot that I knew was there as well with my breasts swaying while I swept.* As I stood slowly, turning to look back over my shoulder, I said, ?Welcome home, honey.* I hope you brought me a gift.?With that, I walked out of sight into the kitchen and dumped the dustpan in the trash before putting it and the brush away.* As I backed out of the storage closet, I ran into Ron?s cock.* His arms wrapped around me from behind as he cupped my breasts and pulled me into him.* The sensation of his warm skin against my back and his cock pressed up against my ass and lower back caused my cunt to pulse, and I felt my panties getting wetter.?We can relax and be gentle later,? I whispered into his ear, ?but right now I really need to get fucked.* Hard.* Take me.?His hands dropped from my breasts to the waist of my panties.* He pushed them to the ground in one movement and guided his cock between my legs as he stood.* He turned me and pressed my torso forward over the kitchen table as his cock parted my lips.* As my hands met the table, he drove himself fully into me.* I yelped.He pulled back an inch or two before driving himself deeply into me again.* His hands left my hips for a moment, undoing the clasp on my bra before slipping the straps off my shoulders.* It fell to my hands on the table as his hands slid from my shoulders down to my breasts.* As he grabbed them, much more forcefully than he usually does, he rammed into me again.* He pinched my nipples, again, harder than normal, pulling a strange hissing noise from me.Whatever it was, he took it as a signal.* He dropped his hands to my hips and ass and grabbed on tight.* He started slamming into me, pushing me forward by one ass cheek and yanking me back by the other hip.* I'd been pretty worked up already, and found myself enjoying how rough he was being a lot more than I would have thought.* canlı bahis siteleri I started cumming before I even really knew what hit me.* I?d never cum so fast from fucking before ? and neither of us had even touched my clit yet.I felt my legs getting weak, but Ron didn?t let up.* He kept ramming his cock deep into me, which just prolonged my orgasm.* He could tell my legs weren?t really holding me up anymore.?You call that fucking?!? he almost growled at me.* My pussy pulsed around him again.* I was surprised at how aroused his voice and tone made me.* ?I?m not even halfway done with you and you?re already falling apart.?He grabbed me by the arm as he pulled his cock out of me.?Get over here so I can fuck you properly without you falling down on the job,? he shot at me as he roughly dragged me out of the kitchen to the couch.* He quickly made me kneel on it and again pushed my torso forward.* With my ass in the air and my legs slightly spread, he found no resistance as he again sunk his cock into my dripping cunt.He wasted no time and immediately started pounding into me again, muttering angrily.* With each thrust, he made another comment.?Can?t even hold yourself up?* Have to do all the work myself?* Get all dolled up?* But you can?t stand up?* If you ask to get fucked? You better be prepared? To get royally fucked!?I can?t remember everything he said, but each thrust, each comment, made me tingle.* I could almost feel his voice on my clit, somehow.* And I could feel myself rushing towards another orgasm. *?This is what you need, huh? You need someone to take control?* You just want to get fucked?* You want to be held down and fucked?* You want to be used??I don?t know why, but that line was what sent me off the edge again.* Maybe because the image is so degrading and objectifying?* Being talked to like that did something for me.* But being used by my husband, it was too much.I came so hard I cried.* Tears rolled down my face as electricity pulsed through me.* I assume Ron came, too, but I was so far gone I don?t even remember him pulling out or covering me with the blanket.I awoke to his canlı bahis gentle kisses on my forehead and nose, and his smiling face. *?So,? he softly asked, ?what are you going to wear tomorrow??We laughed and he handed me my bathrobe.Over the next few weeks, our sex life changed.* He started getting home earlier and would frequently ravage me as I walked in the door.* We started having sex multiple times a night instead of multiple times a week.* I started spending time at work thinking up characters that Ron could control or dominate in different ways. *One day I walked in the door looking distressed.* To his credit, he didn?t just take me, though I could clearly see his erection in his pants.* He?d definitely been ready and expectantly waiting for me.* He asked me what was wrong.?Oh Ron,? I wailed at him, ?I did something really bad.?At that moment he seemed to click into the idea that this was a role I was playing for him.* He looked at me, expectantly, waiting to see where this was going.?I?ll do anything to make it up to you,? I cried at him. *?Julie,? he said, ?Jules, what did you do???I had sex with my boss,? I said, looking down.?Well then,? he replied calmly, ?tell me about it.* Who started it??I honestly wasn?t ready for that.* I didn?t plot out a story.* I thought I?d just come home, say that, and he?d do something to ?make me his? or something.* I just stammered.?Okay,? he said, his voice changing ? dropping lower ? as he stepped close to me, ?I?ll tell you what happened.?* Looking into his eyes, I knew he was about to take control again and I felt warmth between my legs.?You were sitting at your desk,? he started, leading me over to a side table with a mirror on the wall above it.* He brought over a chair and had me sit.* He stood behind me, looking at me through the mirror as he spoke.?Your boss was standing in the doorway, watching you.* You knocked something off your desk.* Something small, like a pen or a paperclip.* When you turned and leaned to pick it up,? he paused here, waiting for me to act out his words, which I did before he resumed the story, ?you didn?t realize that you gave him a nice look at your tit.?He emphasized this by poking one finger between the buttons of my blouse and rubbing against the exposed part of my breast.* Then he slid his finger down, under the cup of my bra, to find my nipple.