1. Sexual distractions of the obscenely rich


    Date: 3/15/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Authoritarian, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Domination / Submission, Straight Sex, Lesbian, Lesbian, Hardcore, Job / Office Sex, Lesbian, Group Sex, Older, Toys, Wife / MILF, Author: Unknown user, Source: sexstories.com

    Yellow sunlight seeped through the thin curtains as Miriam Hargreaves sat at the antique vanity table in the corner of the grand bedroom, delicately applying her make-up. Wrapped in a fluffy bath robe and with her long, chestnut hair still wet from the shower, she applied the make-up deliberately and precisely. She was tall and slim, her skin immaculately bronzed, and with a thin, pointed face that was beautiful but stern. As she dusted the blusher so carefully on her pronounced cheek-bones, she could hear her mother’s voice in her head; “One must not only be wealthy, one must also be seen to be wealthy”. It was a mantra that Miriam had lived her life by; the collection of cosmetics arranged neatly on the vanity table was worth hundreds of pounds, and she took great care every morning to make herself look like the wealthy woman she was. From behind her she heard the sound of her husband, George, stirring in their lavish four-poster bed. “Good morning, Darling” she said matter-of-factly, without turning from the mirror. “Morning” he replied. Miriam finished applying the blusher and glanced around at her husband as she reached for the next pot. At 46, George was a full decade her senior, but he was still reasonably handsome. He was tall and fairly muscular, even if he did have a bit of a paunch starting to develop. His short, black hair and the stubble that covered his hard jaw were flecked with silver, giving him a distinguished look that Miriam found oddly sexy. As he rubbed ...
    the sleep from his eyes, she noticed the five inch tent that he was pitching under the silk sheets. “And don’t go asking me to deal with that for you; I need to get dressed” She told him sharply before turning back to her mirror. “What’s on the agenda for today, darling?” she asked. “Oh the usual bollocks; meetings with various arseholes, et cetera. You?” “Nothing that would interest you, dear” she said in as sweet a voice as she could manage this early in the morning. George huffed at the prospect of having to get up, then threw back the covers and heaved himself out of bed. Miriam watched him in her mirror as he padded naked into the en-suite. He closed the door behind him and a few moments later came the echoing whoosh of him pissing. Miriam rolled her eyes and decided that his refusal to piss against the porcelain must be due to some pre-historic territorial instinct to piss loudly and intimidate rival males. Men, she thought. The whoosh soon turned into a trickle and eventually stopped altogether, to be replaced by the roar of the shower and the sound of George humming some non-descript tune. A few minutes later he emerged, towelling himself off. He threw the towel over the radiator, where hers was already drying, and grabbed a crisp white shirt from the mahogany wardrobe. Miriam was just applying her mascara when George’s frustrated voice came from behind her; “Oh for fuck’s sake, it’s just not going anywhere”. She twisted round in her seat, annoyed at having to pause ...
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