<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> Victoria<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main Living Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Richard + Simon<br/>
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<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/KCTLace.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Victoria </a>was the the picture of staid elegance as she walked through the main room with her young husband on one arm, her other hand holding a wine glass.  For her, this was largely a new stage of her husband's education, though the opportunity for her to engage in extra marital sex was welcome even if not particularly unusual for her.  She was a woman with a varied and voracious appetite, not for food, but for sex.  Her young husband of less than a year by contrast, had never been with another women.  She had claimed his virginity even before he had completed his Geek Squad service call to set up her WiFi the day they met.  Richard had come a long way since then, now the perfect mix of youthful enthusiasm, sexual skill, and eagerness to please.  She was prouder of him than she ever let on and today was going to be his reward.<br/>
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If she had any feelings of concern as she walked him towards the sexy blonde bombshell that held his (actually her) car keys, she hid them well.  Having eyed the blonde's husband, the host of the weekend party, she still felt confident her boy would make an impression one way or another.  She was somewhat curious if he would be inclined to try and assert himself with other women.  Submission could be something of a habit but today he was off leash, her leash at least.  "Have fun dear."  She squeezed his ass and gave the blonde a smile before she went to find her own partner for the opening round.  <br/>
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"Why yes, I do believe these belong to you."  She said as she walked up to meet Simon in the middle of the main living room, her eyes working their way up his frame landing on his face where she met his eyes with pleasant confidence.  He had a handsome face, like a minor English aristocrat, a firm enough body and a lovely wife.  He looked nervous and out of place which brought a certain bemused smile to her face.  She was tempted to leave him to struggle with what to do but decided to break the ice quickly.  She handed him his keys and her empty wine glass then pressed her body up tight to his, her breasts into his chest, her hips pressed against his.  She lifted her self on her tip toes and kissed him on the lips.  Slowly turning her head she parted her lips, her soft tongue coaxed its way past his lips and curled just inside his teeth as she tickled his gum line before probing deeper.  Her arms wrapped around him as she put her passion into it, knowing his wife was nervously watching them as she contended with the affections of their host.  </span>