My Tranny Lover Nutted In Me.

I’ve been hiding a secret from my husband.

 

I could only dream of a tranny lover. He would always get on my case about getting out and hooking up with different guys. That turns him on to know that I’ve been with different men and hooked up with my fair share of them. Some that I shared with my husband and some that I’ve kept my dirty little secret. This was a fantasy come true.

I took a break from going out and having wild fun and I guess he could feel the effects of me not bringing home a cunt full of cum. Or having cum stained panties that are found in the dirty laundry even left on the bathroom floor. But those times became so lackluster and waivered away. I got to the point that I just wanted to let things happen naturally. My tranny lover was so good.

I had to fill my days so I joined a painting group. This is what made our marriage pop. But I had to give it a go first. It started off so innocently. We painted in our class, learning different brush strokes, and painting techniques. Marly was so good, so I asked her for help. She came and stood behind me to understand what I was doing wrong with my strokes.

I had my new friend teach me how to paint

Once she understood, she grasped my hand in hers and slightly pressed against me from behind. I don’t know if what happened next was on purpose but I felt her getting hard. I gave a very slight gasp and jumped. Causing her to move back, and then I immediately told her not to move, it’s ok. Outside of the conversations in class and in the parking lot I didn’t know. my tranny lover neededme.

Luckily I was in the back of the class. She slid back up against me and gripped my hand as I held the brush again. We started the brush stroked over as I pushed back against her. It was huge. No wonder she always wore skirts. My tranny lover was a beauty, tall, with big tits, and a coke bottle body. This day I wore a shorter skirt and cropped top. She wore a skirt with an elastic waist and a button-down shirt with her cleavage exposed.

My tranny lover spoke of the strokes as the instructor stood at the head of the class. Marly guided me as I reached back and slid my hand into her skirt. Her hard cock pressed against her stomach and was wet with precum. I stroked her and she talked and gasped in my ear. Calling me her new friend as she slides my skirt up and a finger into my wet as fuck cunt. Thank goodness for the huge canvas we had in class that week.

My tranny lover is well-hung and hits my G-spot perfectly

You could see our feet at the bottom and our shoulders up. We were also very spaced apart for artistic means. My tranny lover finger-banged me and then took that wet finger to my asshole and pumped it a few times. Taking her finger out and then sliding it in the front of my panties. As she rubbed it I took the chance. In my boots that day we were about the same height. I took the top of her skirt down and cock out. She knew immediately what I wanted and helped pull my skirt up.

The head of her cock on my cunt felt so damn good. We time it right. This is where the instructor painted and the class zoned in on theirs. The opera music began as she slid herself into me. It was so wide and long. At least 3 inches across and 8 inches long. We couldn’t get into it and I just wanted to feel it.

We spoke back and forth about the painting and in whispers in my ear saying she was bagging my cunt and was going to fill me up with her thick, creamy cum. I ground on her for 10 minutes until I felt it was begging to happen. I started to cum, I cum hard and had to pinch myself to keep quiet. That’s when she started thrusting. 1, 2, 3, 4 and exploded. I felt every drop of her warm load enter me, and then she pulled out and put my panties back into place.

What do you think happened next with my new tranny lover. I must admit we have some wild adventures.

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