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He watched her lie there in post-coital bliss, taking in the glow of her skin as it radiated off her body with the early morning rays that were sneaking through the blinds of their master bedroom. Her breathing was beginning to slow down, her trembling limbs not shaking as much, as she slowly descended from the high of the incredible orgasm her loving husband had supplied her with just moments before. Early morning sex was their thing. Something about his morning wood really got the plumbing in her lower body flowing with each tug, whether he was awake or not.

“I fucking love your cock, baby,” she cooed before reaching over and stroking her husband’s stubbled face.

A smile appeared from the corners of his mouth as he made eye contact with his wife, letting his lingering gaze show how he felt about her.

“Mmm, and I love your tight, wet pussy,” he said with a wink.

“Oh, John...I love you so much,” she said, radiating even more with the words that came from her sexy husband.

“I love you mostest, Danica,” John replied, causing her to turn a few shades of red.

*

Another night had passed and, with it, came another morning, a morning where their sex life took on another element. Danica had already forced his cock halfway down her throat by the time John had stirred, revelling in the feel of the usual morning wood that was always patiently waiting for her. She continued to suck on his engorged member, doing what she could to make sure it snugly fit into the tight confines of her slippery throat.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned out as he looked down to see his length disappear into the recesses of her waiting orifice just after coming to.

Danica moaned her response as she began sucking his meat with more gusto, cramming his rod to the point of gagging, before pulling back to allow herself to breath. She loved sucking his cock, taking in his glorious pole, morning after morning. She lived for the moments where she could sneak his unsuspecting - albeit extremely hard, morning wood into her mouth and suck him awake. His response was always the same, but it never got old with her.

John loved the way her velvety mouth felt while wrapped around the bulbous head of his prick as she sucked him in over and over again. He watched, in amazement, as she repeatedly stuffed his whole length down her wet, tight throat. One of his favorite attributes about her was the lack of the gag reflex that plagued so many women with aspirations to become the deep throat fantasy most men covet. He felt lucky to have a woman who wanted to please him in such a caring, yet dirty way.

“Fuck,” Danica moaned, stroking his cock with her lithe hand while coming up for air.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” John said as he watched her work her magic on his incredibly hard dick.

“The fuck?” She gave him a quizative look, pausing her stroking hand, before continuing, “You’re the sexy one, baby! With all this sexy hardness in my hand...fucking shit…”

Her eyes glossed over as she worked his cock with her small hand, squeezing and releasing at precise times. She adored her husband and everything that he had to offer - cock included. She felt like she owed him everything for the way he took her in after she walked in on her boyfriend at the time, fucking some girl in their bed. She had nowhere to go but to John’s place that night and, for that, she was forever grateful to him. She didn’t want to do anything that would ever jeopardize what they have. She made it her goal to make him happy for making her even happier.

“All this hardness is for you, my love,” John said before grazing his fingers over the soft flesh of her creamy thigh. “ All of it .”

Danica’s faced burned red as she stared at her loving husband, his cock still in tow, before slowly moving towards him. She maintained her firm grasp on his stick as she swung her leg over his waist before settling in, his cock snugly concealed in the deepest depths of her tight pussy.

“And all this wetness is for you, my love,” she said before running her fingers through the light patch of his chest hair. “ All of it .”

She braced herself on his chest before riding them both to a well timed, mutual orgasm.

*

How do I wanna approach the subject without her thinking I have ulterior motives?

John paced back and forth, racking his brain for ways to think of how he was going to bring it up to his wife. The idea had been in his head for quite some time, but he wasn’t sure how to parlay it to get his point across without her laughing in his face. They filmed themselves in the past, but that was the closest anyone else had come to seeing her naked since they had been together. And even then, no one has seen their naughty escapades.

“Hey, babe, I was thinking that, you know, since we’ve filmed ourselves, would you like to fuck some other man?” he spoke out loud to the empty room to see how ridiculous the idea would sound coming from his mouth.

Yeah, that’d fly really fucking well with her since she’s always looking at other men. Pfft, yeah right!

A trip to the lake had sparked the idea of seeing his wife with another man after a group of guys unabashedly let Danica know what they thought about her. His blood boiled just a bit when he realized that she wasn’t hiding the fact that she appreciated what they had to say and the looks that came with it. At first it pissed him off, but the more he thought about it, the more it turned him on to think about his wife on all fours with a random stranger behind her, thrusting his cock deep into…

“Hey, I’m home!” Danica called from the foyer before walking into the living room.

Shit! Too soon!

“I’m in here!” he called out from the master bedroom.

Danica hung her purse from the hook by the front door before her sandal clad feet carried her in the direction of the room that housed many of their memories. Her and John had recently purchased the house as a way to get out of the tiny one bedroom apartment he lived in that was constantly under watch by his pressuring grandparents. They had a knack for keeping a firmly placed thumb over him, even to the point of criticizing him just for going out to get a gallon of milk so he could eat breakfast before going to work under their constant supervision. He felt smothered, controlled and like a puppet without it’s strings. He couldn’t ever do any right by them until he finally pulled the plug on everything and moved out.

“What have you been up to, babe?” she asked as she walked into the bedroom.

“Oh, not much...just been thinking…” he trailed off, trying to find the courage to talk to his wife about the idea in his head.

“Thinking about what?” She raised her eyebrow as she gave him a quizzical look.

Images of Danica on her hands and knees taking a cock from behind raced through his mind as he looked into the eyes of his pretty wife. Seeing her eyes closed, mouth gaping open, while being royally fucked by someone other than him, had his dick hard immediately. He could picture how he wanted her to be fucked but he couldn’t form the words on the spot.

“Well...you know how we’ve filmed ourselves in the past?” he asked, hoping his question would be a good way to break the ice.

“Yeah…?”

“I was thinking...that…” he trailed off again, trying everything he could think of to gather the balls to just spit it out. What’s the worse that could happen? She says no?

“Come on, use your words.”

His eyes wandered all across the room before he finally felt the urge to tell her what was on his mind.

He looked into her eyes before saying, “I’d like to see you with another man.” He said it, his words hung heavy enough to be cut with a knife, as he held her gaze until she looked away.

Searching for words to say, she kept her eyes glued to the carpet before looking around at the decorations that were strategically placed throughout the room. The words resonated through her, but she didn’t know how to respond. She wanted to please him, but the thought of being with another man didn’t settle too well with her after the incident with her ex-boyfriend.

“I don’t know...I mean, with all that happened with Stewart, I don’t know if it’d be a good idea or not,” she said with apprehension. The idea intrigued her, but she still felt reluctant to give in.

Fuck.

“It’s okay, baby. You can tell me no. It’s something that’s been in my head since we went to Lake Ten Killer a few weeks ago,” he replied, a little dejected.

“Why would that have anything to do with your idea?” she asked, completely forgetting about the encounter with the guys on the boat dock.

“Do you not remember the guys that were there?”

“Uh...wait...you mean the ones that were whistling and being obnoxious asses when we walked by?”

“Yes, those guys. The ones where you turned around and smiled at before we continued walking back to the houseboat,” he said as he recalled that particular annoying moment.

“Oh yeah...sorry, I was a little drunk and liked the attention,” she said as she blushed.

“I could tell. Even though it pissed me off, it turned me on as well.” He looked at her, making sure she could see his approval.

“Really? I mean, I remember how hard you fucked me after we got back to the houseboat, but I never took that into consideration…”

“That’s exactly why I fucked you so hard,” he reassured her, looking right into her eyes.

“Oh my...I never realized...that…” the words escaped her.

“That thinking of seeing you with another guy really turns me on?” he asked.

“Yes,” she responded before thinking about herself with another guy. The thought really made her wet, but she wasn’t too sure if it could be something that she’d actually do. She always strived to make John happy but, putting herself into a situation like that, kind of made her feel uncomfortable about it.

“I see the wheels in that pretty little head of yours are spinning,” he said with a smile.

“Oh, they’re definitely turning,” she began as she looked away from him, “I just don’t know how I feel about it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it sounds fucking hot and what not, but I don’t know if I could actually go through with it.”

John studied Danica for a moment, trying to get a bead on how she felt, before he spoke, “It’s okay if you don’t want to. Really, it is,” he said for reassurance even though he was screaming on the inside.

“Promise? Cause I really don’t think I’d be comfortable going through with it even though it sounds really fucking hot.” She looked back to her husband with sympathy in her eyes.

“I promise,” he lied with a smile.

*

“Babe! Are you ready yet?” John yelled from the living room, beer in hand, as Danica finished prepping for the night.

“Just about!” she yelled back as she applied the last of her make-up.

Danica sauntered her way back into the living room where John sat waiting for her to finish getting ready. A smile crept over her face as John’s eyes grew with every swaying movements of her hips the closer she moved towards him. She loved the way he looked at her no matter what she was wearing. It could be something as simple as pajama pants and a t-shirt, to something sexy like the strapless summer dress that clung to every curve her body had to offer.

“How do I look?” she asked as she did a little twirl for him, the fabric of the skirt lifting away from her toned, creamy thighs.

“Stunning. Absolutely stunning.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she finished twirling for him. The soft fabrics of the dress enhanced the features of her body, causing her breasts to jut out and make her cleavage pop. It also showed the flare of her hips, giving her the perfect hourglass figure that he found incredibly sexy. And her ass looked nice and firm, like you could bounce a quarter off it if you tried hard enough. Her strawberry colored hair hung in curls off her shoulders, cascading half way down her back like a waterfall gleaming in the sunset.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” she said with a wink before straddling his lap, making sure to grind her pussy against the growing denim bulge in his pants.

“Whatever,” he shot back just before pressing his lips against hers.

Giggling, “oh hush, baby,” she said as she broke the kiss before getting off of him. “We better get going before we’re any more distracted.”

“Yeah…” he began with a sigh, “you’re right,” he finished before standing up, downing the rest of his beer and grabbing the keys to his truck. “You still look fucking amazing.”

“You’re such a liar,” she smirked as they walked out the front door of the house.

“Oh whatever,” he said as he slapped her ass just before she entered the truck.

“So, it’s Kyle’s birthday, right?” Danica asked as their truck backed out of the driveway.

“Correct,” John replied before continuing, “He wants to hang out at the bar for a bit, recruit whomever he can and then have an epic after party at his house. This should be interesting,” he added with a laugh.

“Yes it should,” she said with a slight grin. I wonder who’s gonna be there?

Danica kept quiet the entire ride to the bar, the thoughts of how the night may go kept running through her head. No doubt there would be sex taking place since she’s always horny, especially with drinks involved, but she wasn’t sure how it would all play out. The thought of having another guy’s dick in her with John watching was very intriguing, but she felt like that shipped had already sailed. John hadn’t brought it up since then, so she wasn’t too sure if he had changed his mind about it or not. Then again, she hadn’t brought it up either.

She watched the signs of the streets pass by the closer they were to the bar while feeling a mix of emotions. The more she thought about fucking another guy, the more she liked the idea of it. It brought back the memories of her younger days where she had no problems taking on two or more cocks at once. In fact, that was something she did every now and then, mainly to break up the monogamous of the relationships that she was in back then. And then Stewart came around.

Fucking tool…

The thought of him made her blood boil for the way things ended. She had so much time and devotion towards him for it all to be worthless in the end. He was the first guy she had been faithful to with the thought he’d be the same for her. But she should’ve known something was up when Stewart wouldn’t touch her after she gave birth to their son, Zak. The last six months of their relationship resulted in a whopping thirty seconds of sex combined. And it only happened because Danica took matters into her own hands to try to jump start their sex life.

Wait, what sex life?

But she’s glad things ended the way it did. Had she not walked in on Stewart fucking that girl, more than likely, she’d still be with him.

“Earth to Danica…” John called out as he noticed the blank expression on her face as she stared out the window.

“Huh?” she asked, snapping back to reality as they pulled into the parking lot of the bar.

“You’ve been zoned out the past few minutes. Everything alright?” he asked, putting the truck in park.

With a smile, she reached over and grabbed his hand before giving it a squeeze. “I’m with you, baby. Of course everything is good. But I’ve been thinking about what you want...er...me to do…” she trailed off with a blush.

“And?” he asked, eyebrows raising.

Hesitating, “I’m...considering it…”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah...I’m still not sure though…”

“I understand, baby. But let’s get inside before Kyle blows up my phone wondering where the hell we are,” John said with a laugh before getting out of the truck.

*

Drinks were flowing, bodies were rubbing against each other, as the beat of the music thumped through Danica’s body while she moved in rhythm with her husband. The feel of the music combined with John’s wandering hands didn’t help the ache she was feeling deep within her loins. As his hands continued to glide over her body, she couldn’t help but imagine they belonged to someone else. She couldn’t help but imagine that the growing bulge pressed firmly against her ass belonged to someone else. She couldn’t help but imagine the strong hands against her body forcing her to bend at the hips while that hard cock plunged itself deep inside her tight depths while she…

“Baby, I need you!” she cried out, reaching behind her before tightly gripping his hard cock through his pants.

“Woah! Easy, baby…” he whispered into her ear. “We’re in the middle of a large group of people. The last thing we need is to draw attention to ourselves like this. Trust me, when we get home...I’m going t-”

Cutting him off, “No, I don’t think I can wait until then!”

“Not that I'm complaining, but why the fuck are you so horny?” John asked.

Because I've been drinking and the thought of being fucked by a stranger sounds very yummy right now.

“You know how I get when I've been drinking! Besides...you're running your hands all over my body. You know exactly what that does to me,” Danica said, turning around to face John.

With a smile, “This is very true,” he finished with a wink. “Tell you what, if you’re a good girl, I may fuck you at Kyle’s house.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Yay, you’re the best!” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck before cramming her tongue down his throat.

Breaking the kiss, “We should go find Kyle and see if he’s ready to go,” he said before leaning in to whisper in her ear, “I know you need a good, thorough fucking.”

I’m gonna need it a few times tonight…

*

Pressing himself firmly against the swell of her ass, he leaned in close, breathing warm air across her neck before whispering, “I’m sure you like the way he’s looking at you, huh? You little slut…”

Subtly moving her ass against his swelling bulge, all she could do was nod approvingly as the warmth of his breath sent chills running down her spine, causing her pussy to tingle more with anticipation. She did enjoy the way the stranger was watching her from afar, the way he unabashedly let her know he approved of the way she looked. Something about him seemed oddly familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she knew him from.

Wait, is that...

Planting warm, soft kisses on her neck, he slowly moved toward her ear to finish his thought, “I know he’d love to have the chance to fuck that tight pussy of yours, making you scream under his control while his cock slams deep over and over again. And I’m sure the slut inside you would come out and love every. Single. Bit. Of it,” he finished, making eye contact with the stranger.

Pussy completely melting with his words and lips, she leaned her head back against his shoulder, doing her damnedest to not let out the moan that was threatening to escape from her pursed lips. Her body was on fire and it didn’t help matters that she could feel the molten liquid slowly leak from the saturated fabric of the lace panties she had on. She clenched her thighs tightly together to keep her juices from continuing their journey down her legs, revealing how turned on she happened to be to everyone in the party.

Either you fuck me or I’m gonna fuck him...

“But you can’t fuck him,” John whispered in her ear.

“Who said I wanted to?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fucking mess that’s between your legs,” he snapped, pointing at her glistening thighs.

“Oh shit…”

She looked down to see the mess that she desperately tried to conceal since they’d arrived to Kyle’s house. Between John’s words and the stranger’s stare, she didn’t have a chance against the inner fire that burned deep within her loins. The true slut inside her was beginning to resurface and that scared her. She knew if that door opened, it may not shut for awhile.

“Go get cleaned up before anyone notices,” John said, nodding toward the bathroom door just inside the house. He knew she’d have to walk right by the stranger which added a little fuel to the game he wasn’t too sure he really wanted to play.

“Why don’t you join me in there? We could have some fun…” She shot him a wink before turning around to face him, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. “I could really use a good. Hard. Fucking …” she finished, trying to pull his head down to hers.

“Mmm, in good time, my love...but you’re not quite ready for that just yet,” he replied, quickly reaching down to bite her neck before pulling away. “Now go get cleaned up,” he added, slapping her ass as she went for the bathroom.

“Fuck, baby! Damn, you’re an ass sometimes…” she pouted as she made her way to the bathroom.

What the fuck? How is it possible for one person to get this wet?

Danica pulled her panties down to her ankles before sitting on the toilet to relieve her bladder. Once finished, she took a wad of toilet paper and began cleaning up the mess that her husband created. She was still astonished at the way his words - and the other guy’s stare, had it’s affects on her like it had. She hadn’t been like that since...

My wonderful glory days that were spent fucking whoever showed me any attention.

Pulling up her panties, she slowly made her way to the sink. She stood facing the mirror, taking in the look of her flushed skin, noting how obvious it was that she was turned on.

“Kinda hard to hide it when you’re this pasty,” she whispered, rubbing the flushed skin on her chest. With a sigh, “Damn you, John...you’re gonna force my hand, aren’t you?”

Straightening her dress and fixing her hair, she gave herself another look before exiting the bathroom, fairly certain what she was about to get herself into.

Where are you…?

She slowly made her way from the bathroom, carefully looking around to avoid her husband, before scanning the room for her stranger. The inner slut that she had done so well to suppress over the past couple years was threatening to return with a vengeance, to come out as strong as it’s ever been before. Had John not brought up the idea of seeing her with another man, she may have been able to keep her inner slut at bay within a similar - albeit teasing - situation. As things stood, the slut inside her was screaming to be released and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she got the attention she craved - whether it came from her husband or anyone else.

“You know, I never thought I’d see you again…”

The familiar voice behind her stopped her in her tracks, causing her to cringe at the thought of facing one of the guys she despised the most. Just hearing his voice was enough to keep her from taking a guess as to who it was. And, to make matters worse, he happened to be the guy at the center of the deep ache within her most intimate parts.

“What are you doing here, Daniel?” Danica asked, afraid to confront him since the fateful night her relationship ended with Stewart.

“I was invited. Turns out I have mutual friends with your boyfriend.”

“Husband,” she snapped, quickly correcting him before slowly turning around to face him.

“Oh, sorry, husband . When did that happen, by the way?”

“What does it matter?”

Throwing his hands in the air, “Whoa, just asking! I mean, you did kinda move on pretty quickly…”

“Yeah, I did. I wouldn’t have had to if Stewart would’ve just kept his dick in his pants,” she huffed, trying to not let that memory resurface.

“Or inside you…”

“Yeah, well, he didn’t do either, so now I’m with someone who’ll fuck me whenever I want it.”

“Huh, too bad I didn’t know that at the time…” he trailed off, wanting to gauge her reaction.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, taking in his appearance all over again. She loved the way his baby blue button up shirt hugged his slender frame and how it looked tucked inside his dark washed jeans. His dark hair was gelled in a slightly messy manner, which she also liked. His olive skin color deeply contrasted the whiteness of her own skin, making her pussy tingle all over again.

“I knew about him and Jamie for awhile and kept telling him to either end it with you or end it with her before someone got really hurt. Thing is, I thought he was fucking you as well. Had I known differently, I would’ve fucked you for him,” he said with a cocky smirk, eyeing her body up and down.

Danica shivered at the thought of his cock plunging deep inside her. Deep down she had a thing for him, but she was never going to admit it. She might’ve refused his offers at the time, but, as things stood at that moment, she needed someone inside her.

“Does that offer still stand?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips.

Looking startled and taken aback, he cocked his eyebrow before giving her a once over. “I mean, yeah, if you’re husband doesn’t mind.”

“He won’t mind. This could be his fantasy played out. Thing is, he told me I can’t fuck you though.”

“Are you going to listen to him?”

“Fuck him,” she said, grabbing Daniel by the arm before pulling him towards Kyle’s room.

*

Slipping into Kyle’s room before anyone noticed, John made himself comfortable inside the walk-in closet, partially leaving the door open so he could get a good view of the bed. He knew Danica would defy him; he counted on it, actually. He knew her body would take over and do what it had to do to get what it needed. All the work teasing her, letting her know another man appreciated what he saw, would pay off at the end of the night. He’d get to see the love of his life get fucked by another man and she’d get fucked multiple times through the night for going through with it.

Images of Danica on all fours getting plowed from behind began racing through his mind. Seeing her face with pure pleasure had his cock hard in seconds. The thought of hearing her moans while people partied on the other side of the door had his cock straining against his pants.

She needs to hurry the fuck-

His thoughts were broken by the sound of someone coming into the room. He perked up as he heard a familiar voice.

“You have no idea how bad I need this,” Danica said as they entered the room.

“Why do you need this so bad?” Daniel asked, pulling her to him before reaching down to grip and squeezing her ass.

Of course he’s the one you’re gonna fuck...he’s the first guy that approached you, I see...

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned out, “he’s teased me so much tonight. I even gave him a chance to fuck me when I went to the bathroom but he wouldn’t do it. Oh, fuck this, I need a cock inside me,” she finished before dropping to her knees to undo Daniel’s belt.

John watched as Danica fumbled with his belt buckle, frantically trying to get it undone to free his rapidly growing cock. She unclasped his pants before pulling them and the boxers down in one swoop, his rigid member bobbing in front of her face. Licking her lips, she closed them around the head of his prick, rolling her tongue around the underside, before cramming him down her throat. She wasn’t wasting any time. She wanted him and she was doing her best to make that very clear.

Daniel gripped her strawberry colored hair in his hands before taking over control from her. He gripped her head, thrusting his hard dick down her throat, eliciting a moan from Danica.

“Fuck this,” he grunted, pulling away from her before removing the rest of his clothes. “I need that sweet little pussy of yours right now.”

“Fuck me, baby. I need your big cock so fucking bad,” she moaned out before giving it a hard squeeze. “Take me any which way you want.”

“You’re such a slut,” he said before gripping her by the hair, turning her around and roughly bending her over the edge of the bed.

“Then treat me like one,” she dared him, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Careful what you wish for, slut,” he shot out before pushing her dress up her back and ripping her panties down her thighs.

Hey, I just bought those for her, you fuck stick!

Gripping his hard shaft with one hand, the other tightly balling up her hair, he pushed the entire length of his dick as deep as it’d go in her tight pussy.

“OH, fuck yes! Fuck me already!” she moaned out, tightly gripping the sheets of Kyle’s bed.

Gripping her hip, Daniel began pounding her tight little cunt from behind, causing Danica to scream out her pleasure for anyone in the house that was willing to listen. John stood up, watching as Daniel fucked the shit out of his wife for several minutes, before freeing his impossibly hard cock. He began stroking his member as he watched them fuck on Kyle’s bed.

You have no idea where I’m at or that I’m watching...God, you’re so fucking hot being the slut we all know you’re capable of being…

John kept a tight grip on his dick as he watched Daniel pick up his wife and lay her on her back. He moved back between her legs before impaling her with his fuck stick once again.

“I fucking love the way you fuck me! Oh, your dick feels so huge inside me!” she screamed out, watching as his cock slammed into her over and over again.

“Mmm, if only your husband could see the slut that you’re being right now,” Daniel began as he reached up to pull the top of her dress down to expose her breasts, “fucking another guy right under his nose.”

“Mmm, I want him to see the slut that I am right now. Oh, fuck, I want to see the look on his face if he comes in and watches me take your big cock in my tight little pussy. Fuck, baby...I’m gonna cum!” she moaned out as she tightly clenched his cock, wave after wave crashing over her lithe body, her hot juices making a puddle on the bed.

“Does the thought of him watching you turn you on?” he asked, holding still as she rode out her orgasm.

“Fuck yes it does,” she replied, moving her hips to feel him move inside her. “Keep fucking me, baby. I want that cum of yours…”

“Oh yeah? And where do you want it?” he asked, gripping her breasts as he fucked her harder and harder.

“Yes, please...I need your cum deep inside my pussy. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you push that big cock as deep as it can get and flood my womb with that hot seed of yours?” she pleaded, rubbing her clit as he fucked her as fast as he could.

“Deep inside your slutty pussy?”

“As deep as you can get…fuck, I need it so bad!”

“Oh, fuck…”

John watched on as Daniel fucked his wife with everything he had, hearing him grunting and holding deep as his cum shot up inside her, causing her to cum once again. He let go of his hard dick, not ready to cum yet. He had plans for the placement of his cum. Danica didn’t know it yet.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Danica moaned out as Daniel withdrew his spent cock from her pussy.

“Me too,” he replied before putting his clothes back on. With a smirk, “you really do look like a slut, by the way.”

“I’m sure I do. And I’m sure my husband will fuck me like it later.”

“Why later?” John asked, stepping out of Kyle’s closet, hard dick in hand.

“What the fuck?!” Danica screamed, doing her best to try to quickly cover herself up.

“No point in covering up, babe. I saw everything,” he said, moving towards the bed as his pants fell to his ankles.

“You...how long were you in there?” she asked, sitting herself upright as he moved closer to her.

“The entire time. I gotta say, you looking fucking hot the way you are. And, dude,” he began as he looked towards Daniel, “gotta say, that was pretty impressive.”

“Uh, thanks, man...you’re lucky though. Your wife is pretty hot and a great fuck. But I’ll get going now,” he finished, looking rather stunned that John had been watching the entire time before he left the room.

“So what’s going on? Was all that planned or what?” she asked, looking at John as he moved onto the bed.

“Yeah, for the most part. But I gotta ask, what made you finally decide that you wanted to fuck another man?” he quizzed her, removing the rest of his clothing and tossing it on the ground.

“Well...I know it’s something you wanted to see and that it would make you happy. But the more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed. The defining moment was when you pointed out that Daniel was staring at me…” she said with a blush, the tingling in her pussy beginning to return.

“I figured that would happen. But, to be honest, I didn’t set that up with him. That just sort of played out on it’s own. I mean, I’m glad it did because it all worked out the way I wanted it to.” John looked at Danica, taking in the freshly fucked looked that he knew so well. Her hair was disheveled with parts of it clinging to her face. Her breasts and thighs were glistening in a thin layer of sweat. Her pussy was swollen and puffy, leaking the cream of the man that just fucked her. He loved that she looked like a mess and that it was all done for him.

“I was determined to fuck him once you told me I couldn’t. You know how I hate being told I can’t do something,” she glared at him, noting how sore her pussy was becoming.

“Oh, I know. And I figured that would get you going, but now it’s my turn to fuck that slutty little cunt of yours…” he said before pushing her onto her back and mounting her.

“Oh please do, baby,” she moaned out as she felt the head of his hard cock split her sore and aching lips.

“I’m gonna finish you off the right way, do what he didn’t do to you,” John said as he pushed as deep inside her tight hole as he possibly could, feeling Daniels cum surround his hard cock.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” she asked, her interest piqued even though she already knew the answer.

“Mmm, you’ll just have to wait and see, my little slut,” he shot back, plunging his cock into the deepest depths of her cunt over and over again.

“Oh, fuck yes, baby!” she screamed out, gripping the blanket on the bed.

Moving her legs to his shoulders, John drove as deep as he could, determined to fuck her better than Daniel did. He wanted to remind her who’s cock owned that pussy of her’s, to remind her that she was all his. The fantasy played out just the way he wanted, but now that it was finally over and he got what he was wishing for, he was ready for things to be just the way they were before. He wanted her all to himself and to never share her with another man again. But first...she needed the finishing touch for his fantasy to be complete.

“I like how quickly you forgot about the size of my cock,” he grunted as he plowed her tight pussy.

“Oh, baby...Fuck, that feels great! You know you’re bigger than him. I just wanted to stroke his ego while he was stroking- fuck, baby!” she cried out as her orgasm ripped through her body.

“While he was fucking my pussy?” he growled before sitting up to push her feet by her head.

Hands moving to her breasts, she cupped and gripped them hard, moving to pinch her hard nipples before saying, “Did it turn you on to see him make me his slut with that cock of his? Did it get your throbbing dick hard as a rock to see me give myself up to him, to let him fuck me hard right here in this exact spot?” she asked, moaning out as she continued to manipulate her hard buds.

“I knew you were still the same ol slut you’ve always been, opening yourself up for any cock that came your way. And I know you fucking loved it. You loved the fact that you were getting fucked hard by some guy while I was wandering around the party. You fucking whore…” he spat, fucking her as hard as he could. In a way he kind of meant it, only because she actually did go through with his game without as much as letting him know who she wanted to fuck. He was right, she spread her legs for the first guy that showed her any attention.

“Mmm, baby, you know I’m only a whore for you, right? I did all of this for you…oh fuck, baby! Don’t stop!” she cried out again, moving her right hand down to play with her clit while her husband fucked the shit out of her.

You’re damn right…

John didn’t say a word. He kept fucking the love of his life while replaying the sex scene he created over and over again. Images of her bent over the bed while Daniel drove his cock deep. Images of her on her knees sucking his cock. Images of her cumming hard on his cock. Images of Daniel flooding her cunt with his cum. All of it played in his head over and over again as he quickly approached his pending orgasm.

He quickly pulled his cock out of her tight pussy before moving off the bed. He gripped a handful of her hair, pulling her to the edge of the mattress, while his other hand maintained a tight grip on his throbbing shaft. He continued stroking his cock, right on the edge of cumming hard, as he pulled her into position. Just as she was opening her mouth to speak, he came hard, shooting the first rope of cum across her lips and into her mouth before dumping the rest of it on her pretty face and even some in her already matted hair.

“OH, fuck!” he cried out as the last of his cum drained onto her face.

“Fucking shit, baby! Some of that got in my eyes...”

“Fuck...and that’s the way a true slut gets finished off,” he said, letting go of her hair before stepping away and retrieving his clothes.

*

Dear John,

I know you got the opportunity to see me get fucked by another guy and that lead me to thinking… I’m not really sure how I wanna bring this up to you, so the easiest way I see fit is to let you find this note so I don’t have to actually say it out loud. You know, for my own sanity and what not.

Anyways, I’ve been thinking… It would only be right - and fair...and incredibly hot… - if I got to see you fuck another woman. I don’t care whose terms it’s on considering I kinda fucked Daniel on my own terms…so to speak. When you find this note, promise me that you’ll at least consider it. You owe me that much since I did the same for you.

I know most married couples don’t do what we’re about to do, but I don’t give a damn. I think it’ll be healthy for our marriage and it’ll help close the door on my past. Maybe seeing you with another woman might put things into perspective for me like they did for you.

By the way, don’t stop being ultra sweet and protective of me. It truly makes me feel loved and safe. I knew I married you for a reason. I’m glad you can be apart of my and Zak’s life forever. And who knows, maybe one day soon we will have one of our own. But, until then, keep doing you and you’ll make this girl the happiest in the world.

Love,

Danica - your loving wife