You turn a corner in your home. You catch your wife sitting...thinking. She's preparing herself mentally for the arrival of her Alpha. She's prepared herself physically. Put on the uniform he demanded, without question. She prepared her makeup, her nails, she smells...amazing. You can smell her sweet fragrance from here.
That's as close as you'll get. You quickly look away, avoiding her sexual features that turn you on. They aren't for you, especially not with Alpha coming.
Your stomach turns momentarily, feeling that sweet punch in the gut of jealousy. But as usual, your little dicklette twitches in it's device. It's been so long since you've been inside your wife...he's been inside her more in an afternoon than you have been in years.
The doorbell rings, with a quick sigh she sits up and collects herself. It's time for her to do what he's been training for. Accept his leadership, and do as he says. She can't imagine what depravities he may have thought up for today...or if he'll even be alone at the door.
She stands up, on tip toes of course...if she's not in heels, she's on tip toes. Every rule counts, and if she's going to get fucked for hours today, she'd like it to be in her pussy this time....so obey she will.
She catches you watching her
"fuck off loser, go kneel in a corner in the basement til' one of us comes to get you."
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You turn a corner in your home. You catch your wife sitting...thinking. She's preparing herself mentally for the arrival of her Alpha. She's prepared herself physically. Put on the uniform he demanded, without question. She prepared her makeup, her nails, she smells...amazing. You can smell her sweet fragrance from here.
That's as close as you'll get. You quickly look away, avoiding her sexual features that turn you on. They aren't for you, especially not with Alpha coming.
Your stomach turns momentarily, feeling that sweet punch in the gut of jealousy. But as usual, your little dicklette twitches in it's device. It's been so long since you've been inside your wife...he's been inside her more in an afternoon than you have been in years.
The doorbell rings, with a quick sigh she sits up and collects herself. It's time for her to do what he's been training for. Accept his leadership, and do as he says. She can't imagine what depravities he may have thought up for today...or if he'll even be alone at the door.
She stands up, on tip toes of course...if she's not in heels, she's on tip toes. Every rule counts, and if she's going to get fucked for hours today, she'd like it to be in her pussy this time....so obey she will.
She catches you watching her
"fuck off loser, go kneel in a corner in the basement til' one of us comes to get you."