"I might be late for dinner," my wife announced through the speakerphone nestled among the supplies in the small storage nook next to my classroom. I could hear the rustle of papers on her desk as we spoke. Preoccupied with work, she seemed to be distracted enough that I might be able to navigate the situation without any suspicion on her end. "I might not even make it home until quite late. Go ahead and have something on your own. You're always eating at your desk anyways, so that'll be fine. I just wanted to let you know before you thought anything bad happened." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Read more at www. patreon.com/ExtremeFemdomStories ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Unbeknownst to her, something very bad was, in fact, happening on my end of the conversation. A soft grunt, thankfully inaudible over the phone lying on the floor beside my head, accompanied the slow em
Since my wife Beth began to cuckold me six months ago I have had to give her several items of jewelry which convey the stages of our changing relationship. The first was when we were out at a local mall and she led me into a shop that specializes in accessories. I followed her meekly, as always. Beth is sexy in a voluptuous way and nearly six feet tall. She turns men's heads wherever we go. I stand a modest five feet, three inches and am slender, so you can imagine what a sight we make alongside each other. As I said, I followed her without question. Besides being bigger (and stronger) than me, she is much more assertive. When we shop I'm with her to pay for everything and then carry the bags. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Read more at www. patreon.com/ExtremeFemdomStories ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Anyway, we went into that accessory shop and she headed straight for a rack of earrings.