A Dominant Woman Enjoys Male Attention

Life at work was miserable. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. Her feminine beauty is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetism that she exudes. They were kissing. “Let Mama feel baby’s widdle peenie inside me.” I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. “I told you before, Karl, that Howie will do whatever I say.” Another pause. I could quit my job and find another that probably would be no worse. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. In the hour before Karl’s arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her clothes. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie’s skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to reach her crotch. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage.