Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Being a housewife comes with some perks. Like winter vacations in the tropics when your husband has had it up to his ears with work and demands a getaway. We flew out for our first, sexy long weekend. I was so excited for a chance to get away from it all. Three whole days of no job, no chores just us!
The flight, as always, was long, but as soon as we checked into the resort, I got this wave of new energy! I wanted to get crazy! But, on the other hand, my husband was a stick in the mud. He tried to convince me to stay in the room, saying how lovely our suite was and that we could get room service and watch tv but FUCK that. We could do that at home!
The First To Leave Phonesex With Felicity
I pouted and begged to go to one of the many report bars. One claimed to have a laid-back theme, and sports would be playing, so it felt like a compromise. Finally, he gave in to me like he always does, and I told him Id just needed thirty minutes to get ready. I showered off the flight and put on a set of new lingerie he’d bought me for the trip.
It was a black, strappy bra and pantie set. Garterbelt and stockings included, of course, and I covered it up with a tight white cocktail dress. A dash of makeup and a spritz of perfume, and I was ready to go. We walked together, my arm around his elbow, smiling at everyone we passed.
I’m such a friendly girl that I was chatting with everyone, boosting what a lucky wife I am! People seemed to gush over our romantic getaway. Sweet really. We got to the bar, and the same continued. People were commenting on how cute we were and how happy we seemed. I was bored with him a few hours in, though, and ready for that wild I was talking about.
I turned my back on my husband and started chatting up a young, fitter guy. He was flirting so hard, and I knew he wanted some of my tight, married pussy. So I leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Wanna come up to my room? My husband got me a lovely suite.”
He looked beyond me at my husband, who still sat at the bar, and said, “He isn’t going to come to watch, is he?” I laughed loudly, catching everyone’s attention, and shook my head.
“No, he can get another room for the night.” I slipped off the barstool and took the stranger’s hand. We were the first to leave the bar that night, I don’t even know when my husband went to his own room, and I didn’t have the mental space to give a fuck because I was too busy getting pounded by that young cock.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270