One Rule! You Can’t Tell My Husband – Casey Calvert

Title: The Naughty Confessions of a Dette Husband Ignorant to His Wife’s Buck-A-People ways

Casey Calvert, the petite brunette with the come-hither smile and insatiable appetite for cock, was a thriving keeper of vows – at least as far as her naive husband knew. Little did the man suspect that his vivacious bride was secretly moonlighting as a cum-guzzling cum-trumpet at a clandestine venue not five blocks from the marital abode.

The discreetly named establishment, “The Executive Lounge,” was rumored to be a happening spot for high-powered professionals and weary stockbrokers alike – all seeking a riveting ‘enhancement’ to their otherwise dull and unfulfilling livelihoods. It was there, amidst the flickering neon and red velvet walls, that our new-minted lewd liberal, Casey, would often be found – her pouty lips wrapped slack-jawed around the throbbing members of grown men doubling her age and breadth.

One evening, as the bored buxom bride sat sipping watery cocktails and waiting to be tapped by some well-heeled gent in desperate want of menace, she espied a portly older gentleman struggling to corral his wayward progeny.

“Casey, my dear – a word, if you would,” the elder orderly proffered by way of introduction.

Quickly composed, our youngcapitalist responded, “Why, certainly – what say you?”

The portly patron leaned in conspiratorially, “I’m here with some associates of mine. We come here once a month for a little… stress relief. What I propose is agreeable to you, and we will insist you keep mum to your husband on the matter.”

Casey’s curiosity was now wholly piqued – she was powerless to resist.

“And pray tell, what brings you here?”

“Young lady, we’re here to make use of your mouth, your tits – and we want to pump you full like a whore. Can you handle that?” The suave gent growled.

No sooner had the proposition been rendered than she was led to an adjoining room – where, if the theory is to be believed – four immensely endowed conspirators awaited in valiant attention.

Without further ado, Casey was busily engulfed on all sides by rising members, and cleverly opened her mouth to engulf them in entirety.

Our curious wife took pleasantly to servicing the Gang – her petite body, now a writhing mass entreated to handle the increasing stimulation with which she was gifted.

As the night advanced, the continentally discreet Casey was made to service each gentleman’s member – using her lips, tongue and throat to enrapture the well-heeled men.

In short time, the affair escalated into a heated frenzy of passion and unbridled lust – her body trussed up on a bed, every part of her submitted to the carnival of cock.

Handjobs, blowjobs, facial cumshots and suffocating blow-bangs were just a sampling of what our naughty wife was subjected to as the orgy raged.

By the end of the evening, the car-na-rolle was eminently satiated – Casey flopped in an exhausted heap, her body covered in the ectoplasm extracted from the gentlemen’s shriveled genitalia.

This wasn’t the first time Casey partook in such wanton expeditions – and alas, the experience only served to embolden her to proceed further down the come-stained path of fornication. If only her husband knew – no, dear husband was eternally oblivious to his wife’s slutty life in the shadows.

For now, our dashing idiome was free to carry on her deviant ways in secret – the Duchess having her cake and eating it too.

And oh, what a cake it was…