What Do You Think of While Canoodling? (Part Two)
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
PART TWO:
How Mrs. Hornibastard
Became Such a Flaming Exhibitionist
... continued from Part One: https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=7160…
“Yes, I remember our wild days,” I said calmly as I wondered if she was going to propose that we resume taking walks on the wild side.
“You were quite the exhibitionist back then,” I remarked.
“It was your fault I became an exhibitionist,” Mrs. Hornibastard protested.
“How was it my fault?” I asked.
With women, somehow it’s ALWAYS my fault.
“You made me buy that tiny bikini the first time we went to Bali! That’s what started it all!”
Mrs. Hornibastard evidently remembered that shopping excursion very differently than I did.
“It wasn’t my fault! YOU picked out that crazy bikini! All I did was pay for it!”
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What’s a nice Muslim girl like you doing in a swimsuit like this?
https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=6739…
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Mrs. Hornibastard tried to explain how her minuscule bikini she claimed I “forced” her to buy had transformed her into such a flaming exhibitionist.
As soon as she had overcome her initial shyness about displaying nearly all of her body to strangers at the seaside resort where we stayed, she became keenly aware of how the men were looking at her. They stared at her like they were desperate to fuck her. No doubt most of them were indeed desperate to fuck her. I had been fucking her at least twice a day during our Bali holiday but just seeing her in that cock-tease micro-bikini immediately gave me the urge to fuck her again. She just looked so fucking hot in that indecently inadequate bikini.
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Her Bikini Bottom Didn’t Always Cover Her Pussy; Often, It Only Nestled in It:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4418
Reminiscent of Mrs. Hornibastard’s Fabulously Indecent Bikini:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4321
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All this attention gave her self-confidence a tremendous boost and made her sublimely horny.
As I recall, damn near everything made her horny in those days (but I never complained about that).
She also felt that the women at the resort were staring at both of us. She thought they were jealous of her youthful, lean, body and her daring, ferocious sexuality. But she also claimed that the women were jealous because she was accompanied by such a hot looking man.
I quickly interjected that, if the women staring at me at all, it was probably because they were wondering why an older guy like me had such a hot, young girlfriend.
But Mrs. Hornibastard insisted that the women were lusting after me.
“You’ve always been an exercise fanatic. You looked very manly in your swimwear. The women were definitely noticing you. It made me wish we’d bought you that extremely tiny swimsuit we found at the same shop where we bought mine. Do you remember that swimsuit?”
I laughed. I definitely remembered that ridiculous red, white and blue swimsuit she wanted to buy for me. It looked like a patriotic sock with spaghetti straps! I would have looked so butt-fucking gay in a swimsuit like that!”
“I found some other swimsuits at the same shop that you would have looked incredible in,” Mrs. Hornibastard continued. “And they probably would have been more comfortable than the first one I showed you. They were made of very stretchy material. But you probably would have said ‘no’ to those too.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“Some of them were sort of transparent,” she replied. “Your dick would have been pretty easy to see in those swimsuits.”
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Mrs. Hornibastard’s Idea of the Best Men’s Swimsuit:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4304
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Mrs. Hornibastard chuckled as she remembered the tiny, semi-transparent men’s swimsuit and added, “It’s probably a good thing we didn’t buy it. I would have been pestering you non-stop, trying to make you horny so I could see what would happen if you got an erection while wearing that very tiny outfit!”
“My tools would barely fit in a swimsuit that minimal,” I laughed. “There is no way they would’ve stayed inside it if I’d gotten an erection.”
Mrs. Hornibastard continued speaking at length about how she felt during the remainder of our Bali holiday. The moments she most looked forward to were when she was in her tiny bikini and getting all that attention from horny men and jealous women.
My sexy, young Muslim girlfriend’s latent exhibitionism had been unleashed.
... to be continued in Part Three...
How Mrs. Hornibastard
Became Such a Flaming Exhibitionist
... continued from Part One: https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=7160…
“Yes, I remember our wild days,” I said calmly as I wondered if she was going to propose that we resume taking walks on the wild side.
“You were quite the exhibitionist back then,” I remarked.
“It was your fault I became an exhibitionist,” Mrs. Hornibastard protested.
“How was it my fault?” I asked.
With women, somehow it’s ALWAYS my fault.
“You made me buy that tiny bikini the first time we went to Bali! That’s what started it all!”
Mrs. Hornibastard evidently remembered that shopping excursion very differently than I did.
“It wasn’t my fault! YOU picked out that crazy bikini! All I did was pay for it!”
****************************************
What’s a nice Muslim girl like you doing in a swimsuit like this?
https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=6739…
****************************************
Mrs. Hornibastard tried to explain how her minuscule bikini she claimed I “forced” her to buy had transformed her into such a flaming exhibitionist.
As soon as she had overcome her initial shyness about displaying nearly all of her body to strangers at the seaside resort where we stayed, she became keenly aware of how the men were looking at her. They stared at her like they were desperate to fuck her. No doubt most of them were indeed desperate to fuck her. I had been fucking her at least twice a day during our Bali holiday but just seeing her in that cock-tease micro-bikini immediately gave me the urge to fuck her again. She just looked so fucking hot in that indecently inadequate bikini.
________________________________________
Her Bikini Bottom Didn’t Always Cover Her Pussy; Often, It Only Nestled in It:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4418
Reminiscent of Mrs. Hornibastard’s Fabulously Indecent Bikini:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4321
________________________________________
All this attention gave her self-confidence a tremendous boost and made her sublimely horny.
As I recall, damn near everything made her horny in those days (but I never complained about that).
She also felt that the women at the resort were staring at both of us. She thought they were jealous of her youthful, lean, body and her daring, ferocious sexuality. But she also claimed that the women were jealous because she was accompanied by such a hot looking man.
I quickly interjected that, if the women staring at me at all, it was probably because they were wondering why an older guy like me had such a hot, young girlfriend.
But Mrs. Hornibastard insisted that the women were lusting after me.
“You’ve always been an exercise fanatic. You looked very manly in your swimwear. The women were definitely noticing you. It made me wish we’d bought you that extremely tiny swimsuit we found at the same shop where we bought mine. Do you remember that swimsuit?”
I laughed. I definitely remembered that ridiculous red, white and blue swimsuit she wanted to buy for me. It looked like a patriotic sock with spaghetti straps! I would have looked so butt-fucking gay in a swimsuit like that!”
“I found some other swimsuits at the same shop that you would have looked incredible in,” Mrs. Hornibastard continued. “And they probably would have been more comfortable than the first one I showed you. They were made of very stretchy material. But you probably would have said ‘no’ to those too.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“Some of them were sort of transparent,” she replied. “Your dick would have been pretty easy to see in those swimsuits.”
________________________________________
Mrs. Hornibastard’s Idea of the Best Men’s Swimsuit:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4304
________________________________________
Mrs. Hornibastard chuckled as she remembered the tiny, semi-transparent men’s swimsuit and added, “It’s probably a good thing we didn’t buy it. I would have been pestering you non-stop, trying to make you horny so I could see what would happen if you got an erection while wearing that very tiny outfit!”
“My tools would barely fit in a swimsuit that minimal,” I laughed. “There is no way they would’ve stayed inside it if I’d gotten an erection.”
Mrs. Hornibastard continued speaking at length about how she felt during the remainder of our Bali holiday. The moments she most looked forward to were when she was in her tiny bikini and getting all that attention from horny men and jealous women.
My sexy, young Muslim girlfriend’s latent exhibitionism had been unleashed.
... to be continued in Part Three...
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So after reading part 1, 2 and drooling over pics of Mrs. Hornybastard I've come to the conclusion that my life sucks and you're a DICK.
Looking forward to part 3
Mrs. Hornibastard asked me what I think about while we are canoodling and then got my motor running by telling me what she thinks about when we are getting sticky.
She relives our “Golden Era.”
Now I’m reliving it too (and Mrs. Hornibastard and I are fucking a lot more lately).
This new regimen is so much more exhilarating than helping the kids with their homework!