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Strap-on fun because of the topic of my girls night out. I have three best friends from high school, and we tell everything. They know about my high drive, and my cuckold husband.

Sitting around the bar, my girlfriend asked me about my husband, and what I do with him. I never try to downgrade him in public, but after a few drinks, it’s easy. An hour before this night out he was on his hands and knees begging for the bigger strap-on. Odd how a seemingly good man could drop down for a big dick.

“My husband is a strap-on loving cuckold!”

The noise in the bar stopped and I had the attention of the whole place. This was getting out of hand, but I kept drinking. Since it was erotic story time, I climbed on the bar, sat in the middle, and the masses listened. At first, I laughed remembering how my kids did this at the library. They loved when the speaker would become animated with words.

“He took a strap-on for the first time on our wedding night.”

Gasping loud, the crowd knew right away I married a homosexual. I knew it too. That’s why I brought the best man back to the room during dinner and fucked him in my honeymoon bed. I needed to get off, and I knew that my husband had never done that for me. Simply put, I married his wallet, not him.

“Bend over bitch. My massive cock needs a target.”

I spit on his asshole and went in semi-dry. The screaming made the whole night better for me. I wanted to punish him, and he knew it. If you need a bitch to take that ass or throat, look no further. Miss Jules has a strap-on in every size. Come over and play.