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I am married to a stupid man who does not own erotic sense. He is fucking ugly and totally ignorant, without imagination, although he has a high position within the politi department.
Actually, I took him when he was a quite ordinary streetofficer, but my disappointment was huge, because on our wedding night, he refused to fuck me, while wearing his uniform. I am mad about uniforms. I loved him in the uniform. He called me perverted when I wanted him to fuck me while he was in full uniform, and he thought I was strange when I wanted him to slap me with his police stick, while I, wearing purple diaper and with open mouth had taken his handcuffs on and cried 'Cop Pig' on our long rug in the livingroom. Since he could not meet these "normal" requirements, I began to fantasize. I have always had a lively imagination, and every day when had to rush to work, to condemn the bastards who have violated our community laws, I fantasize. I must have it in many ways. But preferably with men in uniforms.
Last year we were in Mallorca, and when I sat all the way and fantasized about what the two pilots would do if I went out to them in the cockpit, and began to suck on their big pilotcocks. I was sooo horny and 'Pigneck', which is what I call my husband, could not understand why I threw myself at him, immediately after we entered the room and peeled the clothes of him. While he was on his back and shouted up, and shouted about going downstairs to get a free welcome drink, I rode him through, and got a tremendous orgasm. He did not, as usual, but he fumbled cursing out of bed and down into the bar, where there were no more free drinks, which destroyed the day for him, even though they only cost 50 cent a piece...
The trip consisted of many dream fucks. Real fuck, well, there was not too many of those. 'PigNeck' do not want to, and since I am a cautious lady, I dare not to fuck around… except in my imagination. My husband is so jealous, although he does not take advantage of me. He thinks he owns me, and only now do I know what it means, that thoughts are duty free.
Well, we flew home and in the plane, I had again a few fantasies with the pilots. It all ended up back in our bed, where I once again raped my husband, during his protests, since he had stomach trouble after the spanish oily ffood. Back home again, I had both the postman, the milkman, the local street officer and other uniformed men to dream of. I get an orgasme if I see a company of soldiers pulling up the main road with full music. Our city is a military station, where there are often many hundreds of soldiers. Some people do not like them ... but I love them! I fantasize about how I will be dragged into a barracks and raped by young farmboys with large throbbing meat poles, how I will be rolled down into a muddy trench and jumped on by a horny pack of corporals, or perhaps how a sergeant spanks my ass with his stick, while his young privates force me to fellatio and even more perverted things.
Recently, my husband reached a higher position within the police administration, and it resulted in some socialising with people in high legal office. Among others, there is an ugly bold judge, we need to see sometimes. He is a loathsome man who loves to send people behind bars, and he is my husband's great ideal. Some time ago, there was a trial he was judgeing, and my husband was to represent the prosecution. I went in and saw it. When I saw the ugly judge sitting up there in his black jacket, I got so fucking horny. Back home again, I fantasized on how the judge in his black cloak fucked me hard with his chubby body, and I had one orgasm after another. When my husband came home, I ran around the table after him for several minutes to catch him and rape him, but he cried out that he did not want to, and when the hell dinner was ready?... He is not interested in my, only to fill its belly with fatty food ... I am a woman of 40 years. I have given up on my husband which has made him extremely grateful. We have no children. But I still have my imagination. It satisfies me, just not to the same level as before. I think I want a divorce. My body cries after sex. My dreams and my thoughts are no longer enough to me. I have found a young policeofficer, which perhaps will satisfy my physical requirements ... wearing his uniform.
I wanna get separated from crappy husband ... He only likes my ability to make meatloaf as his mother's and my ability to shake dry martinies with a little gin. For now, I just admine the young police offficer at a distance, when he, wearing his white boots, cut into the demonstrating left wing extremists. But soon... soon... He will be mine!
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