I'm convinced that there are two types of women in the world: those whom practice female domination and those who haven't tried it yet! For years my husband begged to have me to dominate him, but I'd always thought it was too "kinky." However, after twelve years of marriage we needed something to spice up our love life and I was willing to try anything. I've been dominating my husband for the last year and I'm sorry I didn't try this years ago. A significant turning point in the domination of my husband and our marriage occurred about six months ago. It all began as we were packing for a short trip. We had to get to the airport early so we were packing our suitcases the night before. From the beginning I'd decreed that he could only make love to me twice a month and he was forbidden from masturbating. At that time I wasn't on the "pill" and we were using condoms as our method of birth control. Blacks On Cougars Netload Interracial Breeding Sessions Barbie Cummings Black Slut Sucking Cock Joseph Savior was cleaning the family room of the four-bedroom colonial, cleaning and waiting for the calm that occurred only at night in their busy home. The odd and relaxing silence that sleeping kids would bring. Oh sure, a few giggling outbursts or requests for water from the children, but then as they drifted off the blessed silence would come. Mary was upstairs putting the children to bed. Four of them. From ten year old hellion, David, to three year old Beth. With eight year old, Tommy and six year old Faith in between. Four busy kids. While Mary was upstairs with the kids, Joseph straightened up the ground floor of the home. Mary and Joseph alternated the jobs of child-bedder and home-straightener. Putting the Sega away, picking up the books and CDs, clearing the kitchen counters, loading the dishwasher and generally improving the appearance of the home for the morning when the kids would descend and start their day anew. As tomorrow was Saturday, the mayhem would continue all day, Joseph reminded himself ruefully. Upstairs, Mary was reading Beth a book. Beth was just starting to lose focus on her mother; her blinking eyes taking longer each time to reopen. Mary read the mechanically, putting less character and volume into her voice as Beth started to nod off. Deep down, Mary was wrestling with a large problem. How to tell her husband, Joseph about the URGE. Because THE URGE was upon her. It had started two weeks ago as the tiniest suggestion in her head and built steadily until tonight it captivated her waking moments, bouncing around powerfully in her skull. THE URGE. Mary hoped Joseph would take it well. Not lay too much Catholic guilt on her. THE URGE was impervious to criticism, but Mary was not. Why do I have these thoughts, she asked herself sadly? Why? As Beth drifted off, Mary closed the book and crept out of the bedroom. In the bathroom, she examined herself in the large half mirror. Mary Savior, wife and mother at thirty-six years. The Classic Soccer Mom. Had the minivan and suburban house. Identified herself first as a mother, second as a wife, third as a lover. Stood five foot nothing in her stocking flat feet; weighed between 125 pounds when she was exercising to 140 pounds when her period was in and she guiltily indulged herself in forbidden sweets and happened to be off her exercise regimen. Shoulder-length blond hair and light blue eyes. Mary would describe herself as average. Just average. Two B cup breasts after the four children; somewhat saggy with traceries of light blue veins; a stomach that pooched out slightly no matter which diet or how hard it was exercised. The bellybutton which frowned downward. The stretch marks, tiny white scars on her tummy and thighs and butt. The marks she bore for her children. Firmly resigned to wearing only one-piece bathing suits to hide her marks. Turning around and looking back over her shoulder, Mary checked to see how her bottom appeared through her work slacks. Oh yeah. The ever-present slight sag of her butt, years ago her best feature. She sighed and left the bathroom. Time to talk with Joseph. Joe was sitting at the dining room table paying the bills when Mary rejoined him. He gazed up at her fondly, his wife of 13 years. He loved everything about her. He was comfortable about her body and her pretty face. Any chance? On a Friday night? Probably not. They were generally worn out after work and coming home to fix dinner and be with the kids. She sure looked down about something. "Kids go down all right?" "Yes," Mary answered dutifully. "Beth was nodding off before I finished Winnie the Pooh. The boys are quiet. I think Faith is already asleep." She sat down next to him at the large table. She sighed. That's how Joseph knew it was talking time. "Anything the matter, hon?" he asked anxiously, wondering what it could be. "You need something?" Mary looked up at him. She didn't want to say the words. Didn't want to see the look of pain in his eyes. Again. She fought for the words and the context to put them in. She lost and just ended up blurting it out miserably. "I... I... I have THE URGE, Joe. I have the URGE and I'm so sorry..." she gushed, tears springing to her eyes. Joe felt the heat rush to his face as he stared at his wife. Not anger--he loved her too much for that--but he felt the distress and the guilty Interracial Cuckold Interracial Breeding Sessions Barbie Cummings Angelica Black Cumbang he licks their cum from my pussy." Just then the flight attendant announced the final boarding call. My new friend stood and said he'd certainly consider my offer. Carrying his briefcase and holding his coat to cover his growing erection, he then walked to the gateway. As he walked away, my husband came running up and handed me a small sack. I opened it to find a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I removed the lighter from the sack, but threw the cigarettes in the trash can. "You fool! You bought the wrong brand!" I then picked up my purse and our tickets and stalked off to the gateway leaving my husband to gather up all of our belongings and run after me. God, I love being a bitch! As we entered the airplane I let my husband catch up to me and I had him go down the aisle in front of me. Our seats were six or seven rows behind my new friend who was standing in the aisle storing Cuckold Tube Interracial Breeding Sessions Barbie Cummings Black Dick Slutload from the condom and let my lover's come dribble onto my breasts. The sperm was now clear, but it was sticky as it flowed across my breast. The liquid ran across my flesh and into my husband's mouth. As soon as he tasted it, his cock began to twitch in orgasm. Since that day, I've gone on the Pill and now my husband really does lick my lover's come from my pussy! I now have three steady lovers whom I see on a regular basis. Each has a large, handsome prick. My lovers and I are very discreet -- my husband doesn't even know their identities. I wonder what he'd say if he knew that one of my lovers was his own boss. I must say that it's quite a power trip to imagine your husband naked and on his hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor with his toothbrush while laying spread-eagled across his desk while his boss pounds my pussy with his ten inch cock! However, that's another story....