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?Darling, we have a problem,? I said to William, my husband, as we rested after a moderately satisfying lovemaking session. ?I feel boxed in. Our marriage, kids, work, house, all have become too small for me. I need to be me.??Who else do you want you to be? You?re my wife, for god?s sake.??I am more than just your fucking wife.??Who else can you be, Norma???I don?t like normal, never have, never will.??I thought you love my cock.??One cock doesn?t make a summer.?He stood up and swung his long thick and beautiful cock around. ?This is not a fucking swallow. It is my love muscle, the only one that should please you. Women before you loved to suck my dick and be fucked by it.??I like our sex. But it is so middle class, so the same. So fucking boring.?William?s cock stood angrily erect. No man liked to be taken down by his wife, I could see that in his face and his body language. I threw off the sheet, leaned back on my elbows and opened my legs wide. His whole body and face underwent a strange transformation. It seems as if he couldn?t decide if he should fuck me or walk out. I wanted to make it more difficult for him.?Is Billy afraid of my little pussy?? I asked Beşevler escort in a childlike voice. ?Does he want to fuck?? Using my fingers I opened my pussy lips to show him the pinkness of my vagina. I was getting turned on. So was William. I could see precum leaking from his one-eyed monster.As William started to move, I snapped my legs shut, got up, licked the precum off his mushroom head and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door. I plopped down on the toilet, breathing heavily. What just happened to me? Was I going crazy? Years of frustration was getting the better of me. I didn?t know how to cope anymore. I just couldn?t take his Saturday-morning-quick-fuck-before- his-golf-game-with-his-buddies anymore. I also had desires and wanted a life outside being a boring fucking housewife.I showered, put on my make up and went back naked into our bedroom. William was gone. On Saturdays, all the dutiful wives of William?s three golf buddies came over for a ladies tea. Now I had other plans. I would no longer play that role. I have suppressed the erotic impulse throbbing inside me for too long. The question mulling in Çankaya escort bayan my mind was, how to greet them? It was a beautiful summer?s day, perfect for what I had in mind. I quickly donned a robe, rushed down to the kitchen, prepared our light meal and drinks and arranged our patio next to the pool for what I wanted to do.They arrived together, perfectly dressed in their summer dresses. Helen, the leader of the group and the longsuffering wife of Jack, the CEO of our men?s company, was a beautiful redhead in her early 50?s. Standing next to her was Amanda, a big breasted blond trophy wife of the marketing manager, Steve. Behind them was the shy Joan, the spouse of Martin, the sales manager. She was a brunette.?NORMA,? shouted Helen. ?Why aren?t you dressed???Shocking,? quipped Amanda.?Nice shoes,? said Joan.The reason for their reaction was that I was stark naked, with my red high heels and my pearl necklace. My full breast and the nipples pointed invitingly at them while my shaved pussy mound couldn?t hide my protruding clit and inner labia. I loved the shocked look on their faces and the attention they were Escort Cebeci giving me.?Hi ladies,? I said as I cheek-kissed and hugged them. ?Welcome to my humble abode.??But you?re naked,? continued Helen. ?Did he make you do it? I will inform Jack tonight how his star employee treats you.??No need. William didn?t do anything.??That must be it,? said Amanda. ?You?ve gone stark raving mad.??Stop psychoanalyzing her appearance,? said the demure Joan. ?Norma, are you going to invite us in or are you going to wait till the whole neighborhood has seen you naked.??Please come in,? I said and escorted them to the patio. I sensed their eyes on my ass, but most of all I was aware of their curiosity. After I poured our tea and everyone sat down I raised my cup.?To new beginnings.??To what new beginnings???For one, from today I will no longer be wearing any clothes around the house,? I said, watching their faces for reactions. ?Even when people come to visit.??Does William know about this?? asked Amanda, squirming.?Not yet.??Must we be naked too,? asked Joan.?Not if you don?t want to. I would prefer that you do,? I said, trying to find the right words. ?Why can the men have all the fun and we have to act like prim and proper housewives???In that case, when in Rome?,? said Joan and started to remove her conservative summer dress. To my utter surprise, she didn?t have any underwear on. The naked Joan walked up to me and kissed me on my lips. ?Thank you for doing this.?