Your Wife. His Slut.

“I could feel it as I pulled into his driveway. It was this incredible desire, this desire to make him happy, to make him feel good, to satisfy him. By the time I got out of the car and walked up to his front door it was like that feeling had invaded my entire body,” she explains as she rubs your cock through your pants.

“Why do you feel that way?” you ask.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I felt that way from the start, though. I felt that way before we’d even had sex. It’s just something about him. He’s just such a…such a…well, such a man.”

Your cock throbs at the implication that you’re not really a man, at least not like her bull is. Your wife sees the look on your face and it makes her smile. She likes it when she’s able to arouse you.

“Is that why you always dress in something tight and skimpy when you see him?” you ask.

“It is,” she answers. “He likes it when I dress up slutty. He likes it when I show a lot of skin, especially when he’s going to take me out. He likes putting his arm around me and holding me close as other guys stare at me and dream of fucking me. He likes knowing that he’s the only one I want to fuck, that I’m going home with him and that I’m going to do anything he wants in the name of making sure he has the best orgasm possible.”

She’s not like that with you. She’s never been like that with you. You’d certainly love it if she dressed up in something tight and slutty for you, but she doesn’t and you know she never will. You know that he’s the one that inspires that kind of desire in her.

“Did he take you out tonight?” you ask.

She smiles. “No. He said I looked too good. He said he couldn’t wait to have me.”

“Did that bother you?” you ask.

She laughs. “Baby, when I look so good that he can’t wait to have me, that’s a good thing. That’s a very good thing. That’s what I want. I like going out with him. I like that other guys stare at me. I like that he likes it, too, but what I really like is when he puts me in his bed and fucks me so hard that I’m sore when it’s over.”

Your wife – who’s still in the short skirt and skintight, low cut top she wore for her bull – unzips your pants and reaches inside to free your cock. Her hand feels warm and soft on your stiff shaft and she leans in to kiss your neck, moaning as she does and filling you with an even deeper sense of lust.

“He moved back and his eyes devoured my body as soon as I stepped into the house,” she says. “He told me to spin around for him so he could see my ass in this slutty little skirt and of course I did. He came closer and grabbed my ass before pulling it against his crotch and kissing my neck. His hands moved up my body and he grasped my tits through my shirt. I know some girls don’t like it when a guy is rough with their breasts, but for some reason I love it when he gets a little rough and possessive with them. I don’t know why, it just feels so good, like my tits enjoy having a real man play with them,” she says.

You look at her breasts – they’re practically spilling out of her top – and reach up to play with them just like he did. She offers a quiet moan and strokes your cock a little faster and all you can think of is how much she enjoyed it when another man - a man she desperately wanted to please – played with them.

“I felt his cock get hard for me,” she says. “I felt it pressing into my ass as he played with my tits. That need returned, baby. That need to please him. It overtook me. I spun around, unzipped his pants, and got on my knees. I looked up at him, took his cock out, and took him into my mouth. I sucked his cock. I got it all wet with my spit. I took him in my throat like a good slut, baby.”

You imagine your wife on her knees in front of him. You see her throating his cock. You see what must have been a smile on his face as he watched another man’s wife devour his cock like it was the only thing in the world that mattered to her.

“He took my head in his hands and he fucked my mouth, baby,” she says. “He fucked my mouth and I took it. I took it because I know it’s what makes him happy. I know he loves taking control and fucking my mouth. I know it turns him on that I’m willing to take it, even when it makes me gag, even when I end up drooling down my chin. I don’t care. I just take it for him. I act like the slut he wants me to be because it makes my pussy wet to do so.”

“Were you wet when he fucked your mouth tonight?” you ask.

“I was soaked,” she says. “I could feel it in my panties. I would have masturbated, but he doesn’t like it when I do that. He says he likes it when his cock makes me cum, and his cock always makes me cum.”

She releases your cock and helps you out of your pants. She runs her fingers over your thighs and caresses your balls as she kisses your neck and moans. You think about how the lips against your neck were wrapped around someone else’s cock not that long ago. You turn your head and your wife knows what you want. She kisses you. Her tongue slips into your mouth. The part of her that was used for the pleasure of another man’s cock is now in your mouth and it feels so good.

She straddles you, smiles, and pulls up her skirt. She reveals that she didn’t wear panties for him – she rarely does – and then guides your cock inside her. You know that most of his cum has probably leaked out of her by now, but there’s still some of it in her pussy and now there’s some of it around your cock.

“After fucking my face he took me to his bedroom,” she says as her pussy slowly moves up and down your shaft. “He told me to hike up my skirt and get on my hands and knees in his bed. He said it with such confidence and command. It was so hot. I nearly came just getting into position. My ass was hanging over the edge of the bed and he approached and ran his fingers over it. He spanked me a few times – I love it when he spanks me – and then he pushed his cock inside me and filled me with one deep, hard thrust.”

She takes off her top, freeing her breasts. You can see that they’ve been manhandled – they’re red and they might even bruise a little – and she leans forward so you can kiss them tenderly. You do so and she moans softly while riding your cock a little faster.

“With his cock inside me, he told me to tell him what I was,” she says.

“What did you say?” you ask.

“I told him I was his slut,” she replies with a moan. “I told him I was another man’s wife, but I was his slut.”

You moan right along with her. You love that your wife gives herself to another man like that. You love that she lets him do as he pleases.

“He asked me if I was going to be a good slut for him,” she says. “I told him I was. I told him he could do anything he wanted with me. I told him my body was his to use. My pussy was gushing as I said it, baby. Every word turned me on. Every word brought me a little closer to cumming.”

“Did he fuck you?” you ask.

“He did,” she replies. “He fucked me hard. He dug his fingers into my hips and he pounded me viciously. He spanked my ass a little bit, too, and it felt so good. His cock is so big and he reaches so deep inside me, especially when he’s fucking me from behind.”

“Did you cum?” you ask.

She smiles. “I came in the first minute. Well, I came for the first time in the first minute. I made a bit of a mess on his bed, too, as I squirted a little bit. It was incredible. He fucked me right through my orgasm and then kept on going. I didn’t want him to stop, either. I wanted him to use me like his good little slut. I wanted him to fuck me however he wanted for as long as he wanted. I wanted him to pound me until I was exhausted.”

“Did he?” you ask.

She rides you a little faster and says, “He did. He fucked me from behind until I came a second time and then he had me get on top and ride him. He told me to be a good little slut and ride him until he flooded my cunt with his load. I was good for him. I rode him hard. I rode his big cock hard and fast and I made him cum inside me. I made another man cum inside me, baby. I made him cum inside me and it felt so fucking good. It always feels so good when I make him cum inside me. I always love it so much.”

Now she’s grinding on your cock. Her pussy is milking you, just like it milked him. She wants you to cum, just like she wanted him to cum. She just wanted to fuck him first, because she’s his slut and when he calls, she goes to him.

“Do you want to cum in the pussy that another man used today, baby?” she asks. “Do you want to cum in your wife’s slutty pussy?”

“Yes,” you say as your loins tense up. “I’m close, baby. I’m close.”

She leans down and kisses you as her pussy moves faster of your cock. Her tongue dances with yours and she moans.

“Cum inside me,” she says softly. The words sound so beautiful coming from her mouth. “That’s what I said to him. I said it over and over. I begged for it. I begged for his load in my married pussy. I begged another man to cum inside me, baby. I begged for it and he gave it to me.”

You cum inside her. You think about him cumming in her pussy – and about her begging for it – and you cum inside her. She gently grinds in your lap, milking every bit of pleasure out of you, and then leans down and kisses you.

“Was that good?” she asks.

“You’re the best wife a man could ask for,” you reply.

She smiles. “And I’m the perfect slut for my bull.”

And that makes you very happy.