“That’s all very well, Stella,” Gilly had quibbled, “but you’re asking me to actually tell my husband I want to f**k other me.”
“And honesty of such a kind devalues your self-image how?”
The question, being unexpected, had thrown Gilly.
“Well…”
A few seconds of silence greeted her indecision, then:
“All you will be doing is taking over in the same role his weakness has left open,” Stella assured her. “Though with far more authority and strictness.”
Again, Gilly felt a frisson of pure pleasure at hearing her marital situation described in such a way.
For some reason, the merest hint of her controlling Robert set her pulses racing and her p***y on fire.
Twin sensations her husband had been, thus far, unable to provoke by his attempts at lovemaking alone.
“Remember when he once went
