The Joy of Reclamation

She left in a short dress and a pair of heels that made her legs look astoundingly sexy. Her hair and makeup looked flawless, just like they always do when she sees her bull. She likes to look good for him, after all. She likes it when he can’t keep his hands off of her, and based on the way she looked when she walked out of the house, he definitely wasn’t going to be able to keep his hands off of her.

While she’s gone you can’t think of anything other than what she’s doing with him. You’d like to be able to distract yourself, but it’s impossible. You think of them kissing. You think of her sucking his cock. You think of him licking and fingering her pussy until she’s dripping wet and begging him to fuck her. You think of them having lots of wild, wondrous sex. You think of them fucking multiple times because that’s almost always what happens when she visits her bull.

Eventually, she comes home to you. She never stays the night with her bull because she craves you when she’s done with him. She wants to see that wild look in your eyes when she comes home after another man has had his way with her body. She wants you to unleash your pent up desire on her.

“Did you miss me?” she asks as she steps into the house.

“You were all I could think about while you were gone,” you answer.

She smiles and drops her purse on the floor. You approach and your beautiful wife steps into your arms. You kiss as your hands move down her back and grasp her ass through the thin, smooth material of her dress. The kiss is imbued with passion that borders on desperation. You want her and she wants you.

“Did he make you feel good?” you ask.

Your wife runs her fingers over the back of your neck and they dance through your hair as she smiles. “He fucked me three times, baby. He made me cum so hard each time. He made my pussy feel so good.”

“Did he cum inside you?” you ask.

She nods and kisses you again. Her tongue dances lustily with yours and she moans as you grasp her ass once more. You slowly pull up the bottom of her dress and grab her bare flesh. You squeeze it hard and then deliver a light, playful swat that elicits a gleeful moan into your mouth.

“He came inside me three times,” she says. “He made a mess of my tight little pussy, baby. He filled me over and over. He claimed me as his. He took me from you and made me his.”

“Did he?” you ask as your cock throbs.

“He made me tell him that he owned my pussy,” she says. “I was begging him to cum inside me and he wouldn’t unless I told him that he owned my pussy.”

“And does he?” you ask.

Your wife reaches down and unzips your pants. She kisses your neck and her fingers slip into your pants to free your cock. “He does,” she says softly. “He owns my pussy now. He owns your wife’s pussy. He fucked it and filled it three times and it’s his now.”

Your cock feels so good in her hand. She strokes you with expertise, applying just the right amount of pressure to the tip and making your body tremble with desire.

“But my pussy can be yours again,” she says. “You can take it back from him. You can reclaim me.”

“Is that right?” you ask.

She looks up at you, smiles, and nods. “It is,” she says. “Is that what you want? Do you want to take me back from my bull?”

You nod and reach up to press your thumb against your wife’s lower lip. She takes you into her mouth and sucks on your finger as you smack her ass again. She moans and strokes your cock a little faster while rubbing the tip against her panties. You feel the heat and wetness of her pussy – and the cum dripping out of her – and you push your thumb deeper into her mouth as she closes her eyes and her moan deepens.

You pull your thumb from her mouth, grab her ass with two hands, and pick her up. You kiss as you walk towards the bedroom. She holds your head in her hands and welcomes your tongue into her mouth.

You set your wife in the bed and she pulls her dress up around her hips and spreads her legs as you strip. You stroke your stiff cock for a few moments before reaching forward, pulling off her cum-soaked panties, and crawling on top of her.

“Do you want me?” she asks.

You nod and rub the head of your cock over her puffy, slippery pussy lips.

“Do you want my sloppy pussy?” she asks.

You press the head of your cock inside her and she moans. You pull out again and rub the head over her clit, eliciting yet another moan as she lifts her hips to try and urge you inside her once again.

“It’s his pussy now, you know,” she says.

“Not for long,” you reply.

You slide into your wife. You feel the warmth and wetness of another man’s cum surround your cock. You kiss her. Your tongues dance as you pull out and slam back into her. She moans into your mouth.

You grab her wrists and pin them above her head. She smiles. You drive your cock into her pussy over and over. You fuck her hard and fast. You hear the sounds of wetness as his cum drips out of her while your cock delivers a vigorous fucking.

“Tell me who owns your pussy,” you say.

She moans. She’s on the verge of an orgasm. You’re fucking your wife like she needs to be fucked and you’re both fueled by the idea that she let another man have her that evening.

“You do,” she says. “You own my pussy. It’s yours again.”

You hold her wrists tight and you fuck your wife to a body-shaking orgasm. You watch her eyes roll back in her head before a look of pure joy spreads over her face.

You pull out, roll onto your back, and say, “Now make me cum inside you.”

“With pleasure,” she replies.

Your wife straddles you, takes your cock inside her, and makes you cum hard by riding you like the goddess that she is.