Jul 22, 2026 · 25 min · 8 segments
When fulfilling your husbands fantasy how can you not enjoy it 😉 Join Sean and Mark in bringing Michael’s fantasy alive. Welcome to Smut Loving Canadian💋, where the internet’s steamiest stories…
You won't hate me, will you, Michael? I remember distinctly asking him that as I sat on the side of the bed, dressed only in a black bra, panties, and hold-up stockings.
I called him Michael instead of Mike when I was being serious, and this was about as serious as it could get, as any marriage could get.
He sat beside me, looking at me closely with my face made up so carefully, my pussy being freshly shaved, and the aroma of my most expensive perfume filling the bedroom.
"I won't hate you.
I'm so excited that you're doing this.
I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to, but when you said you would, it was like..." He paused.
"I'm not sure, but I was so thrilled." The doorbell rang downstairs, and as he left to go and answer it, he simply asked, "Ready, Beth? You can still say no." I smiled and shook my head.
"It's okay.
Go and let them in." I was glad I'd drunk a large glass of wine as I'd got ready.
It was eight o'clock on a mild autumn day, so it was almost dark.
The bedroom was tidy.
Mike's armchair was in the corner of the room, and the blinds were drawn with just the small top window open.
I heard the voices downstairs, at first muted, and then quietly chuckling.
You won't hate me, will you, Michael? I remember distinctly asking him that as I sat on the side of the bed, dressed only in a black bra, panties, and hold-up stockings.
I called him Michael instead of Mike when I was being serious, and this was about as serious as it could get, as any marriage could get.
He sat beside me, looking at me closely with my face made up so carefully, my pussy being freshly shaved, and the aroma of my most expensive perfume filling the bedroom.
"I won't hate you.
I'm so excited that you're doing this.
I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to, but when you said you would, it was like..." He paused.
"I'm not sure, but I was so thrilled." The doorbell rang downstairs, and as he left to go and answer it, he simply asked, "Ready, Beth? You can still say no." I smiled and shook my head.
"It's okay.
Go and let them in." I was glad I'd drunk a large glass of wine as I'd got ready.
It was eight o'clock on a mild autumn day, so it was almost dark.
The bedroom was tidy.
Mike's armchair was in the corner of the room, and the blinds were drawn with just the small top window open.
I heard the voices downstairs, at first muted, and then quietly chuckling.
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