Dirty Talk: Opening My Own Massage Parlor with Happy Endings

Opening My Own Massage Parlor with Happy Endings

The Dirty Talk Intro & Disclaimer:  Everything in the story below is random and created on the spot while massaging and giving a handjob to my husband.  No filters, no rules, no boundaries; just a story and situation created to help my husband orgasm and enjoy our experience together.  We do this for intimacy and find handjobs less destructive on our bodies than having sex daily (our bodies just can’t handle penetrative sex each day).   All dirty talk is usually pure fantasy.  I use this dirty talk as a form of mental porn for my husband while he is in a vulnerable state due to being touched and massaged.  Sexual intimacy can also help reduce feelings of anxiety and depression as it triggers the release of three mood-boosting chemicals — dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin.  I usually also get really wet because my own naughty thoughts push my own personal boundaries and really turn me on.  This is why it’s so fun.  Unlike giving a blowjob or going through the theatrics of sex, you both connect thoughts together and create sexual stories in the heat of the moment.  He trusts me and we both love this natural vulnerability.  I can almost get inside his head and control his fantasies, dirty thoughts, and talk him into an orgasm in the exact moment my story hits it’s climax.  During my stories he will ask me questions while I talk.  I will include these to the best of my memory.  In fact, every story is to the best of my memory, as I do not know remember all the exact details.   


Opening My Own Massage Parlor with Happy Endings

Years ago when I transitioned from giving my husband a blow job every morning to a massage, we really only talked to each other about what we did the night before, or what we were going to do later that night.  It was more of a in the moment type of dirty talk.  I would tell him how much I wanted to taste his cum, how beautiful his dick was to me, how sexy all the veins in his dick looked, and just stroking his ego and his dick.  Gradually our talk led into things that we would never do, and I remember this being one of the first times I ever fantasized with him during a massage.

Your dick is so big to me.  It’s like a gay pornstar’s dick.  It feels so fat in my hand, like I am rubbing on a huge piece of meat…

Do you think you could massage men for a living?

What do you mean?

I mean, you do this so well.  It gets me so high and I feel so good.  Do you think you would enjoy seeing all types of different sizes?  Big, small, huge, hairy, shaved?

Yea, that would be hot.

What if we moved to Vegas and you opened your own massage parlor, do you think you’d still take care of me every day?

Yea…

Would you enjoy pleasing men for a living?

Yea…

What would you do to strangers?

At this point, I decided to stroke my husband in the exact same manner I would talk about in my story.

The first guy comes in and I hand him a towel and I put him in a room.  

What does he look like?

He is a trucker, white, kind of short and balding.  A bit chubby.  I can see his hairy chest at the collar of his shirt, so I know he is going to have pepper grey body hair.  Not that handsome, but not hideous.

Do you want to see his dick?

Oh yes, I want to see all my clients’ dicks.  No matter how they look.  Seeing a man’s penis is  sexy because it’s like finding the last piece to a puzzle.  No matter how they look, you can be surprised by how different their dick is.

Was you surprised with this guy?

I don’t know yet… 

I go into the room and he has nothing but a towel on.  We are in Vegas so we both know he is there for me to rub his dick.  As I talk, I take off my shirt and expose my breasts.   I can see the towel move, but I ignore it and ask him what type of lubrication does he want.  I will do it dry, coconut oil, KY, or with a lotion.  

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Q&A: My boyfriend tells me my vagina smells, I’m his worst lover, and then cheated on me.

worse boyfriend cheatedMy boyfriend tells me my vagina smells, I’m his worst lover, and then cheated on me.

I am 26 years old and my boyfriend is 28.  I am upset because he keeps telling me that all his previous girlfriends used to pleasure him in the best way by giving him amazing head and prostate orgasms .  He complains that I am just too vanilla for him.

My backstory:  I lost my virginity to him 2 months ago, and he always says I make too much noise or that my vagina smells. I feel like he’s always complaining, but god forbid if I tell him he’s making the slightest mistake. I just want to have smooth communication, but he’s my first boyfriend so I don’t really know how.

Last week my heart broke into a million pieces because I went out to buy candles and cute lingerie to surprise him and show him that I could be better in bed, only for him to come home from work with a long face to “talk”. I’m not an idiot, so I knew this meant he was gonna rant to me about how he’s not getting enough pleasure from the bedroom. And boy do I wish it was that. He told me that his coworker has been flirting with him and he couldn’t help himself. They had sex but he swore he didn’t catch feelings and it was a one night thing.

I love him, but I’m so hurt and I’ve been going though a lot mentally so this really took a toll on my mental health. I really don’t know what to do so some advice would be really appreciated.

Venice’s response to worse boyfriend cheated

This one is going to be extremely easy.  Break up with him.

Ryan’s response to worse boyfriend cheated

I think telling a woman her vagina smells is equivalent to a woman telling a man his penis is small.  Although your penis may be small, you’d hope that your partner is more sensitive about it.  Him attacking your vagina smell seems like his way of beating down your self-esteem. It’s a form of abuse.  And the more you lose self-confidence, the less chance you have of breaking up with him.  Slowly disrespecting various things about your body (your weight, your vagina smell, your sense of style, your personality, and even your lack of sexual skills) and making you self-conscious, keeps you under his control.  What are the chances of you breaking up with him if you think every man is going to be grossed out by your vagina smell?  

Another control method is for a guy to compare you to his ex girlfriends.  Although most of the time, it’s never true.  His ex girlfriend being so great at sex is more than likely a porn he saw where the woman did everything his heart desires.  It’s what he wants in a woman, but uses his “ex” as a form of control.  Rather than comparing you to porn to get what he wants, he compares you to a tangible person that you’d more than likely try to compete with.  He knows this.  However the huge flaw here is, if his ex girlfriends were so much better in every way, why are they his ex girlfriends?

The perfect answer to the ex girlfriend scenario is simple: Well, leave me alone and go back to your ex girlfriend then.”  And to add a bit of spice, make sure you add, “If you mention anything about your ex’s to me again, we’re done.”  No exceptions.

Draw your line.  It works.

As far as openly telling you he cheated.  This is grounds to break up regardless.  He doesn’t respect you as a person.  If you allow him to cheat, allow him to admit he cheats, allow him to tell you his ex girlfriends are better than you, allow him to disrespect your smells, then what won’t you allow him to do?   

In other words, Venice said all this above in one sentence.  Break up with him.

The Great Hand Job Heist

The Great Hand Job Heist

In searching Google with hand jobs on my mind, I wanted reaffirmation that I wasn’t alone in loving a great massage with a happy ending.  I googled, “Why do hand jobs feel so good?”  Don’t ask me why, but I did.  To my surprise, I found out that most people do not agree.  Not only that, the search results instead pulled off a great heist. Rather than me finding out why hand jobs feel so good, I found out why they feel so bad!  Hence the title:  The Great Hand Job Heist.  

A poll taken by Cosmopolitan shows 18 different opinions about how men feel about hand jobs.  The results were shocking at first, but once age is taken into account, it all makes sense.  It’s safe to assume that most of them have never felt a real hand job / massage.  It’s also safe to assume a few of them have never been in relationship long enough that anything except actual vaginal sex satisfies them. 

At least, that’s my take.   As a couple that has started our 3rd decade of marriage, hand jobs have been the savior.  


If it wasn’t for hand jobs, my vagina, ass, and even mouth would literally be shredded beef.   A girl needs this option and should learn how to do it so good that her man can’t help but to request it.  Trust me.  From the talking, to the finish, you can make a hand job the top of his list.    – Venice


The Cosmopolitan Opinions:

1. “It’s like eating a fast-food hamburger. You can grill one at home and it tastes amazing. Or you can get in your car, drive 15 minutes, wait in a drive-through line, and get a way worse hamburger. Like, it tastes awful and you know you could’ve done a better job yourself.” —Jeff, 24
 
2. “Like a vagina, but worse.” —Eric, 25
 
3. “There’s no novelty to it. I can reach my own penis with my hand no problem, but I can’t suck my own dick … so I think blow jobs would always be more desirable. Maybe that would be different if men had stubby arms.” —Shaun, 25
 
4. “LOL.” —Josh, 25
 
5. “You know that saying ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all’? Hand jobs are the sex equivalent of that.” —Zack, 24
 
 
6. “It feels like you’re touching yourself but your hand fell asleep and so you’re fumbling with your penis awkwardly.” —Kyle, 23
 
7. “Once in college, I got one that actively hurt. And my penis was all red and swollen the next day, and I went to Student Care, and they told me it was friction burn. So it feels like friction burn on your dick.” —Ken, 29
 
8. “A hand job feels like jerking off but it’s better because it’s not your hand.” —Jose, 30
 
9. “I would never expect a girl to excel at it, because that’s weird and would probably make me wonder why and how they’re so good at it, but they’re usually painfully bad.” —Pete, 25

When I first copied these responses, I actually laughed at a few of them.  Not because they were wrong, but because they were funny.  I also thought that I was going to add responses to each opinion, but chose not to because the flow of negativity was too good. It makes much more sense to just let it all out. What I do notice though, is that the older the person is, the less harsh they seem towards the idea of hand jobs.  

For example:

10. “I don’t think this is easy to answer unless we establish if there’s some kind of lubrication or not. A lubeless hand job? It’s almost guaranteed to be awful. Either the grip is too hard, or too loose, or the rhythm is off, or some kind of combination thereof. The stars have to align perfectly for a lubeless hand job to work. A lubed-up hand job can basically feel like a blow job, so … much, much better.” —Kevin, 28

Number 10 is pretty accurate.  For me, when I think of hand job, it wouldn’t cross my mind that some hand jobs are done without lube.  Much like it wouldn’t cross my mind if someone asked about anal sex, it would be without lube.  In my opinion, the two go hand and hand (pun). You wouldn’t give someone a serious hand job without lube of some sort.  Saliva, coconut oil, something.

Can you imagine Cosmopolitan making a poll about anal sex (assuming no lube is being used):

1. Anal is like the orphan child of sex.  It’s everything the vagina isn’t.  It really burns and the one time I tried it I ended up in the ER the next day because of wounds to my penis.

2. If you could imagine a vagina in a desert with sand for miles upon miles.  That would be a woman’s anus.  Now imagine sticking your penis inside of those sand dunes and enjoying  yourself. 

3. I could shove my penis into sandpaper and get a better sensation.  It’s like the vagina except extremely painful.

4.  We both ended up in the hospital that night.  Not good.

5. Are we talking about lubeless anal, or anal with lube?  

That’s pretty much how this entire article goes.  Although I do not want to attack Cosmopolitan, the article does shows the miseducation of those asking and answering the question.  It should have been clarified, in our opinion.  Because to ask about hand jobs without lube, is equivalent to asking about anal without lube.  Or even having sex with a vagina when the girl isn’t turned on or lubricated properly.  And this is the number 1 search result when asking “How do hand jobs feel?”  

The Great Hand Job Heist.  For entertainment purposes, let’s continue.

11. “I dunno. It’s just … I have hands. I can do that.” —Jared, 22

12. “I don’t remember the first time I ever masturbated, but I imagine every hand job is pretty much on par with that experience. Except I don’t freak out when I come.” —Ryan, 25
 
13. “I was never a fan of the ‘old-fashioned’ until recently. It’s usually slow and awkward and doesn’t feel all that wonderful. But it feels like ecstasy when done correctly. A complete detachment from my thoughts and concentrating on the physical senses that overcome my body and mind.” —Matt, 28
 
14. “Hand jobs? I don’t know. I’m not 14.” —Keith, 25

Number 14 is interesting…because he is right.  A hand job may be something you enjoy at 14, then quit enjoying in your 20s.  For the straight man, the vagina takes over as the most important thing on earth.  Oral sex is always a close second.  Anal is attempted a few times, but you both agree that’s on special occasions.  However, in your late 30s and 40s, the full experience becomes more important. The vagina is no longer the holy grail, but just one of the things that make women the most amazing creatures on earth.   

15. “It’s like having surf and turf on the menu and then you order the chicken fingers.” —Vince, 28
 
16.  “I have to be real here … I was a late bloomer, so I think I skipped the whole period where everyone was getting hand jobs. By the time I had any luck with the ladies, you were probably just having sex. But I got a hand job once and … I never had any interest in getting another. It wasn’t bad, it was just OK. I think that says it all. —Colin, 24
 
17. “OK, I know people probably shit all over hand jobs, but if someone knows how to do it, they can be really good. You have to use lotion, though, and unlike a blow job, she can suck on your nipples at the same time. Every guy should try that once. ” —Evan, 28
 
18. “Hand jobs are a consolation prize. I have never had a hand job that didn’t feel like, ‘Oh, I’m not in the mood for intercourse, but here, take this. Thanks for playing.’ I don’t think hand jobs are bad, I just think it’s tough to enjoy them when you know things could’ve gone a whole lot better.” —Jeff, 26

These last responses really aren’t that bad.  For the most part, the older the person answering, the more they understand it really is about how well the hand job is being done.  You can’t ask a 22 year old how a hand job feels.  He has had so little experience in his life, so little vagina in his life, that anything other than a vagina or mouth would be a let down.  However, you ask a man that has had his share of vagina, especially those of us in relationships where sex isn’t rationed, a hand job is just as good as anything a woman can offer.   Especially when she knows what she is doing.

What A Hand Job Should Feel Like

For us, we have been intimate twice a day, for the last 7 years.   Probably longer, but clearly our article written in 2013 shows how long we have been practicing The Circle. Back then it helped our relationship grow to another level, and continues to help us bond each day.  It’s the type of connection that keeps us as one unit, rather than separate people that use each other for their own pleasure.  True soulmates, if you believe in that.  However, it has also given us reason to find other ways to be intimate besides sticking my penis inside of her vagina and digging for gold.  


You can totally get into his head while stroking him.  Unlike sex, oral sex, or kissing (making out), you can actually talk in detail. Your words and thoughts can take over his experience.  From scenarios that may never happen, to outrageous fantasies that break all your boundaries, to just telling him how much you want to taste his cum.  Or how much you love holding his dick.  There are times I will go into detail about how beautiful the colors of his dick are, how perfect his swollen head looks, to talking about every turn and curve his veins make in his shaft and how much I love looking at them.  This is the type of talk that a woman just can’t do while she is being fucked or sucking his dick. – Venice


The things we can’t do properly during sex, kissing, and oral:

Talking.  In fact, a lot of times during oral talking is the last thing we want to hear.  “Just be quiet and let me just hear that beautiful slurping sound.”  I know if I try to talk while going down on my wife, she will reach down and pull my head more into her vagina. This is her way of saying, “Please shut the fuck up” as nicely as possible.

There is an unspoken (pun) 6 word rule.   During sex or oral.

“I love you so fucking much.”

“Please cum in me.”

“Your dick is so fucking big.”

“Fuck it hurts so bad.”

“Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“It’s so fucking wet.”

“Where do you want my cum?”

“Who’s your daddy?”

“Look at me while you suck.”

“Suck on my lips.”

“Fuck me with your tongue.”

And the list goes on and on.  Although dirty talk is fun, you are a bit limited because of what you are doing.  Whether it be sucking, fucking, or kissing.  You may dirty talk between transitions, but for the most part your actions are much louder than words.  And there is nothing wrong with that.

What you can do the entire time during a hand job:

Talking.

 A hand job is more than just 6 words.  A good hand job can be filled with entire stories of various adventures you both can come up with.  Not only can you talk, because you are relaxed and totally caught in the moment, but the person giving you the hand job can talk as well.  Whether about how much she loves your dick, how it feels, how much she can’t wait to see you cum, or sexy stories about the things you have done, may do, or may never do.  No real rules when it comes to fantasies. 

Some of the comparisons about hand jobs being another form of masturbation is correct.  However, why the hell is masturbation a bad thing?   Masturbation can be amazing, if you know what you are doing.  Edging, dirty thoughts, and controlling how long you release your oxytocin.  A lot of times men will masturbate nearly twice as long as they have actual intercourse.  They edge themselves to make sure they have a huge release.  When done right, masturbation is amazing.  In fact, it has been talked about by various women that their men will leave them asleep (or turn down sex) and later get caught masturbating. This is extremely common.  Why?  Because you can use your mind, your fantasies, and even think about all the skeletons in your closet while watching a porn video.

Now imagine having a person that you can open up with and experience  your deepest darkest thoughts and fantasies together.

Hand Fetish – Big Hands, Long Fingers

hand fetish

Big hands and long fingers

 When I met Venice, her long slender fingers were gorgeous.  I used to tell her how sensual it made her look.  I still feel the same but since my penis is now a blog model, I have noticed that the large hands make my penis look much smaller.  It reminds me of a porn scene when a woman is stroking a man’s dick and he looks huge.  His veins popping out and his balls look oversized.  As he is about to cum, he reaches down and moves her hand so he can stroke himself for the camera and unload on her face.  All the sudden, his huge cock becomes very average, sometimes even small, with his whole hand covering almost his entire shaft.   I mean, he goes from being stroked with two hands to barely being able to even move back and forth with one of his own hands.   I always get a kick out of this porn illusion.

Anyway, Venice and I were bored at work one day and we started a text conversation.  It all started the night before when I leaned over and asked Venice to put her hand in my lap.  She laughed and said, “What the hell, it is!   Do you think my hands are so big that they feel like a cover laying across you?”   We both laughed.

The next day I sent her a message :

Ryan: Your hands are so big you go to a basketball game and they think you are wearing the huge number 1 glove
Venice: My hands are so big when they called out “left hand yellow” during twister, I put my hand on the sun
Venice: My hands are so big I slapped you on the butt and you had to have your L3 – S2 spine replaced
Ryan: People walk up to you at events and ask where you got the hulk fists
Venice: My hands are so big I was ETs stunt double
Ryan: Arseno Hall said “Damn bitch, you have some big ass fingers”
Ryan: After sex you look over to the side of the bed and say, “give it up for the dog pound” “RUU RUU RUU RUU RUU”
Venice: Things that make you go..hmmmm
Venice: My hands are so big I could scratch your entire back in one stroke
Ryan: You waved goodbye to someone and accidently gave face of the moon a black eye
Ryan: In fact, you waved goodbye to someone and that was the last time they were ever seen.  Goodbye.
Venice: My hands are so big I use a telephone pole to order pizza
Ryan: lol
Venice: My hands are so big I use a paint roller to do my nails
Ryan: And you wear xxxxxl sweaters and use them as gloves in the winter.
Venice: My hands are so big I went to a palm reader and she had to take a cab to see where my life line ended
Ryan: Your palms are so big the palm reader tried to read your lifeline and said
Ryan: OMG, YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE FOR FUCKING EVER
Venice: “Wtf, you are immortal!”
Venice: My hands are so big when I played duck duck goose I smacked the runner from across the circle and said “sit down mf”
Ryan: lol
Ryan: You play slap jack with 20 people at once and never lose
Ryan: Your fingers look like arms
Venice: :O
Venice: My hands are so big you originally had to give me a hula hoop to propose
Ryan: LOL!
Ryan: When you type on your swype QWERTASDFZXYUIOHJKLNBMV QWERTASDFZXYUIOHJKLNBMV QWERTASDFZXYUIOHJKLNBMV QWERTASDFZXYUIOHJKLNBMV QWERTASDFZXYUIOHJKLNBMV QWERTASDFZXYUIOHJKLNBMV
Ryan: I just have to fucking figure out what you mean most of the time ^
Venice: Lol!
Venice: A team of cryptologists from the FBI took 2Weeks to decipher that I wanted it have lunch with you on Friday.
Ryan: When you turn down the tv, it turns the fucking tv up, turns it down, makes the menu screen pops up, brightness, contrast and the mother fucker turns off all at the same time.
Venice: Lol!
Ryan: How you dial numbers (1234567890 1234567890 1234567890) 1234567890 1234567890 1234567890 – 1234567890 1234567890 1234567890 1234567890
Venice: Lol ok ololololol!
Venice: My hands are so big I had the keypad from an arthritic telephone transferred into my cell
Ryan: In grade school people use to play the reflex game where you see if you are fast enough to slap hands
Ryan: Noone ever challenged you.
Ryan: A game of slaps with you was like a death sentence
Ryan: 9 people have died from playing patty cake with you
Venice: Lol!
Venice: Youngest person ever to be tried for involuntary manslaughter
Ryan: LOLOLOL
Venice: My hands are so big I was testing out the water in Thailand and that caused the tidal wave of 1993
Ryan: lol @ tidal wave
Ryan: Your fingers are like loafs of bread
Ryan: I’d like some lettuce and mayo with your thumb and index please
Ryan: Thank you
Ryan: When you wave down a cab, you literally wave down the fucking cab.
Ryan: Destroyed
Ryan: When you hitchhike cars stop all over the fucking world.
Venice: My hands are so big when I sign language you can see it from space
Ryan: lol
Ryan: When you throw up gangsigns out your car window, they are actually drivebyes
Ryan: When you put your hands outside of your window to let the window blow your hand up and down your fucking car takes off and becomes a b52
Venice: When I tap my fingers on my table people in the western union think I’m sending a telegraph
Ryan: When you do jumping jacks, you fly.
Venice: Lol!
Venice: When I throw a football, a puff of air explodes into a sonic boom
Ryan: lol
Ryan: When you performed “stop, in the name of love” at your high school talent show, no one knew it was going to be in 4d.  Everyone left with black eyes and whip lash.
Venice: Nice!
Ryan: They use your hands as forklifts
Ryan: Your fingers shooting the peace sign look like old tv rabbit ears
Ryan: When you shoot the bird…. You do not shoot the bird… you stab the bird in the fucking chest with your middle finger
Venice: Lol!
Ryan: I’m your husband, they call me handy man
Ryan: When we walk in as a couple, everyone calls you HANDsome
Venice: Lol
Ryan: You have to carry two duffle bags to use as your pockets
Venice: When it’s cold and I rub my hands together I start a forest fire
Ryan: LOL!!! OMG
Ryan: Your hands look like catchers mitts
Venice: Lol!
Ryan: When you clap they call it a handing ovation
Ryan: You always get handicap parking
Ryan: Your thumb looks like a boxing glove
Venice: Lol!
Ryan: Your fingers look like your arms have cornrows
Venice: Ewwww!
Venice: I use handcuffs for thumb rings
Ryan: lol
Ryan: You can jack me off, rub my balls, put a finger in my ass, rub my feet, and massage my back all at the same time, with one hand.
Venice: Lol!

We jumped to another topic at this point, maybe another blog?

I have always loved Venice’s hands, of course the jokes were just exaggerations.

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Taxi Cab Confessions

Cab

The romantic cab setting.

After spending a few hours at a club in Downtown San Diego, my husband and I head back home. We drove our car, but we both decided to drink and take a taxi home. It is a humid evening and my husband is wearing a black and white plaid shirt with black jeans and I am wearing a short black skirt with a white halter top. As we stand outside of the club and wait for the taxi, drunk, we laugh at the people still waiting to get in. My husband’s breath smells like gum and White Russians as I kiss his soft, smooth lips and nibble on the edges. I move down his neck and smell the sweet aroma of his cologne mixed with his warm sweat. I undo his top button and lick his chest. We start kissing and my husband moves his hands up and down my back as I squeeze the bulge in his pants. The people in line stare at us making gasping sounds, but we are oblivious. I hear the faint brake as the taxi pulls up to the curb behind me. Ryan opens the door for me and I step in first. The air conditioner is on and it circulates the pina colada air freshener. The leather seats are cracked and sticky under my thighs. The cabbie, who is middle-aged with a scruffy beard and wearing an old Polo shirt, asks, “Where to?”   My husband gives him our address and looks back at me. I see his name with his picture on the dashboard: Robert Jones. “And take the scenic route, Mr. Jones,” I add. He puts the car in drive and accelerates away from the club. 

I reach for the lump under my husband’s pants again as I kiss him, “I can’t wait to fuck you Ryan,” I say. “I want you right now.” The cabbie hears the clicking of my husband’s buckle as I undo his belt. At first the he’s uncomfortable because he knows that I’ve pulled my man’s dick out. I put my warm mouth on it and immediately he starts to moan quietly. The cabbie looks into the rear view mirror and his suspicions are right: it is just  in the reflection with his eyes closed and his head tilted back. I reach under to rub my husband’s balls and he moans louder. I slide my mouth down lower, working my way to the base of his dick. My husband’s breathing is getting more intense as my lips get closer to his crotch. I sit up on my knees and now my ass is up in the air; it’s a lot easier to deep throat him now. I lower my mouth inch by inch and gag on his cock. My eyes start to water. It takes me a few tries but I finally swallow him down into my throat. I love feeling it deep in my mouth. I move my throat muscles and massage my husband’s cock. He reaches around and rubs the outside of my pussy lips. When he pulls his fingers away, my froth makes his fingers slick and slippery. I am dripping all over him. My husband sticks two fingers in me and they instantly become coated with the clear, sweet juices that ooze out of me as I swallow his cock.”Your pussy is so fucking wet, girl,” he says to me.  I look up at him and respond, “I only get wet for you,” before I swallow his entire manhood again. My husband lifts my skirt up over my back and exposes me. He licks his fingers clean and sticks them back in me. He fucks me with his fingers, quickly going in and out of me. I’m so wet that the cabbie can hear the loud smacking coming from between my legs. He looks at the rear view mirror and sees my husband’s hand sliding in and out of my pussy. He wants to turn around so bad to get a look at my clean shaven pussy, but he’s still afraid to. Ryan’s moans sound like helpless whimpers now. I bob my head up and down, every other thrust gliding his dick down my throat and covering him in slippery spit. The cabbie finally turns around and gets a glimpse of my ass, but it’s too dark. He sees my husband look at him and is embarrassed, but he can’t help but turn around again. “I want to fuck you so bad Ryan! Let me fuck you, PLEASE!” I beg. But I don’t wait. I straddle my husband’s thighs and sit on him reverse cowgirl. It’s a smooth dip onto his hard cock as the cabbie sees my hands grasp the headrest of the passenger seat. I moan in ecstasy and immediately feel his 8 plus inches hit the back of my vagina. I rock my hips as my nails dig into the seat in front of me. The cabbie undoes his pants too and pulls out his own dick. There is a thick puff of dark hair that sits under his shirt and leading down to his pubic area. He looks like he has never shaved in his life. His dick is short and thick; as he strokes it the cab slows down and we veer slightly to the right and into the other lane. “Keep your eyes on the damn road,” My husband orders him. His eyes go back and forth between my rising and falling body, my husband’s face in the mirror, and the road in front of him. I bounce on my husband faster and harder without trying to hit my head on the roof of the cab. I rest my head on the seat and let my husband grind in me. “Give me your finger,” I demand.  My husband obeys and I leave slimy spit on his finger down to his knuckle. “Stick it in my ass, baby. Let me feel you in both holes.” Ryan happily does it and now I’m whining in pleasure just inches from the cabbie’s face. “Fuck me hard, Ryan!”  My husband speeds up the pace of his pumping cock and the sound of my thighs landing on his legs echoes in the cab. I’m breathing hard; every time my husband’s dick beats deep into my pussy, he jars my body, making my breaths sound like hiccups. “Fuck my ass hard Ryan…show me how deep and far  you are going to cum in me!”

 

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