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SECRETS UNCOVERD part 1SECRETS UNCOVERED part 1It was a memory stick I had never seen before. It lay under her table, right by the metal file box where she kept household papers and suchlike. I had seen her doing some accounts on her laptop earlier so assumed the stick was related to that. I was going to just pop it back into the box but something made me a bit curious .I went up to my study and plugged the stick into my computer. Ah ! The contents were password-protected ! Now that really made me suspicious. I tried to think of a possible password, each attempt failing time after time. Perhaps she had written it down; she was always forgetting passwords and I knew she had a little black book hidden away upstairs in which she kept a note of such private things.It didn’t take long to locate it…yes, that’s right…in her underwear drawer…I had to shift all the sticky dildos and vibrators also hidden under her slinky lingerie but at last the dog-eared little thing was in my hand ! A simple shorthand code didn’t defeat me for long either and soon I had successfully opened the contents of that intriguing little stick !For such a tiny thing it certainly contained a lot of files in a lot of different folders! None were entitled either, only numbered, so I couldn’t guess the nature of their contents . The first one held dozens of photos- Ah….they were ones that I had taken of her during our ‘games’ over the years . But I didn’t remember taking so many as to warrant that number of folders. I skipped along the row and opened another at random.Word files appeared this time; I clicked one open. It was a story- interesting ! It only took a few sentence reads to tell me the subject was one of her favourites… and the writing of it was direct, very explicit and strangely exciting. Was it something she had downloaded from the internet, I wondered? I knew istanbul escort she had a vivid imagination but this piece was so fluent and so , well, dirty, that I couldn’t believe it was her own invention. Also some of the action described was so bizarre and extreme; surely she could not have had any experiences like it to draw upon?I clicked open another…Again, it described a woman, unnamed, going through an ordeal of sexual degradation. And the length of it was amazing too…paragraph after paragraph of intensely described sexual deviancy that was actually beginning to have an effect on me ! A third story had me marveling at the writer’s powers of description; clearly he, or she, had had first hand knowledge of every kind of sexual perversion . I wondered what websites she had been visiting !With shaking hand I moved the cursor to another folder, excited , or perhaps fearful now of just what would open next ! There were fewer files in this one but they were videos . I sat glued to the screen as the sorts of action I had just been reading about in those stories was now being performed in lurid detail .Crystal clear views of a hooded woman being subjugated to every kind of sexual attack…yes ,that was the only word to describe the unrelenting force and v******e of what was being played out on screen and it stunned me. She had always had to urge me to forget my inhibitions during our ‘ naughty games’ and god knows I had tried to please her but I always knew I was not really achieving the heights, or depths, of the type of sexuality she wanted to explore. I felt certain too that the hooded woman was her !In this particular clip there were so many rampant men milling around , each eager to have their turn with her that glimpses of details of her body that would have positively identified avcılar escort her were few and far between. I watched till the end…a lingering close-up of a ring of about 7 cocks unloading over her splayed crotch and belly. Then I saw it , the unmistakable little freckle on her mons, before it disappeared under a series spurted spunk-jets, a glistening white sheeting of white jism that slowly began dribbling down into her gaping red maw that looked to be filled with several loads already. Only then did I realize my cock was achingly stiff inside my loose trousers. In a daze I opened another clip. This time the venue was outdoors…Bloody Hell…our garden ! Under a bright summer sun there she was , trussed up like a chicken.Thin blue nylon rope criss-crossed her pale nakedness…her breasts cruelly bound at their base bulged like round balls on her chest , her smooth skin already purpled up and her nipples engorged with dark blood. And she was hung up on the support of one of our large swing-chairs , this seen lying discarded on the patio in the background. Hooded naked men prowled around her, their cocks quivering and jerking as they mauled her swaying body, their mouths on her tits, their hands stroking, slapping her defenceless flesh.She too was hooded, only a half-hood that stopped at her mouth. A big orange ball-gag was fitted tightly in place. This vid actually had sound and I could hear her throaty protests as she was given a good working over and the men’s lewd laughs and comments as they urged each other on. Then a long pole was used to spread her legs, each end fastened to her ankles by short bungies. Now her cunt was fully on offer and the group of men crowded close like bees around a honey-pot.Her body writhed and jerked as fingers worked into her pussy then one of the men started drawing her şirinevler escort back….there was a brief glimpse of his big hard cock before it disappeared straight up into her willing cunt ! The other men laughed at her muffled screams; I scrolled on quickly… I now saw that there was another woman there…I couldn’t recognize her as she lay sprawled under a large man as he fucked her on one of our loungers. Another man was face-fucking her as her head was forced right back over the top edge of the lounger. The camera zoomed in just in time to capture the man’s bloated knob flicking out of her choking maw…..she had some sort of frame holding her mouth open….jet after jet of glistening spunk got hosed straight down her gullet to the cheers of the guys crowded around.Then her head disappeared as another guy took his turn. In a daze I shut the file and clicked on the metadata…the date told me all I wanted to know, that was the summer, years ago when I was working in the United States for over a month. A quick trawl through some of the other files confirmed that she had been a very busy girl while I was away ! Come to think of it I remember her being reluctant to make love to me on my return with the lights on ! No doubt her bruises would have taken awhile to disappear !With trembling hand I clicked through the files to find the most recent ones….A sickening lurch suffused me when I saw that the latest one was only last week. The short clip showed her being stripped and fucked by a man I didn’t recognize; an outdoors location.That would have been when she said she was going to meet an old schoolfriend for coffee….Obviously shot on a phone cam the quality wasn’t great but the guy was obviously well practiced. He probably using some sort of tripod to capture the action. He finished by yanking her head right back to unload into her mouth, his spurting cock emerging to spray over her flushed face as he laughed, slapping her hanging tits before he kicked her onto her back and let the last of his spend dribble onto her naked body. Written by Pangolin2 an xhamster friend, who knows me so well, based on my fantasy’s, or are they real? My husband does not know I play away.
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