The Joys of Having a Futa Wife (Help, I'm Married to a Futa 9) by James Reed

The Joys of Having a Futa Wife (Help, I'm Married to a Futa 9) by James Reed

Author:James, Reed
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Naughty Ladies Publications
Published: 2020-03-14T00:00:00+00:00


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It was Monday. Our trial week was over. My wife and I sat on the loveseat across from Dr. Freddie. Our busty marriage counselor studied us, her eyes flicking from me to my wife. She had a big smile on her lips.

“You two seem... close,” she said, staring at us cuddled together.

“It's been a great week,” I said. “We've been having so much fun.”

“With soooo many different women,” said Tiffany. “And the orgy at church in the woman's sitting room yesterday... Oh, that was fantastic. My wife was bossing us all around. Just the orgy director.”

My cheeks blushed. “I like it. Telling her what to do. I even let her have sex at work. So long as we're both on our lunch break and she can FaceTime with me and let me watch. I give her orders. Tell her how to fuck her coworkers.”

“Ooh, nursing with Gina while you were telling me to fuck Tonya harder today was so hot,” my wife said.

“So you're liking the life, Sam?” Dr. Freddie asked, staring at me.

“I am. It's fun loving women with her.”

“And being controlled by her,” Tiffany said. “We're going to quit our jobs and live off my Instagram fame. She's my manager. Controls my THOTery.”

Dr. Freddie blinked at that.

“We're just so close now,” I said and kissed my sexy futa-wife.

Tiffany's tongue danced with mine. I groaned, my hand falling on her crotch. On her futa-dick. I squeezed her shaft through her skirt. I knew we would have other problems, that was life, but this one we had conquered. We were closer than ever. I wouldn't lose her. We would enjoy each other and any hot women that wished to ride my wife's futa-cock.

I broke the kiss and purred, “I want to watch you fuck the doctor in the ass while she eats out my pussy.”

“Yes, dear,” Tiffany cooed while the doctor shuddered in delight.

I spread my thighs, my panties already missing. I had come to appreciate skirts the last week. They made having fun so much easier than pants. Dr. Freddie slipped to the floor, her large tits swaying in her low-cut blouse as she crawled to me. Oh, yes, being married to a futa-wife took some work.

But it was worth it.



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