I'm going to be telling this story with mixed perspectives from my view and from my wife's as well. She didn't a good job telling me the story but I will spice it up regardless.
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So as some of you may know my wife has been causally “dating” an old co-worker of hers. I say dating pretty loosely because it's more like he's been just fucking her every chance he gets. They've done a few out in public dates, some fun fucking in the car, beach and other places like that but recently they've moved to just doing it at our house. She says it's almost hotter that way because originally it was our place to do it, now she has him in there too.
When I found out he's be coming over the first time it was a bit of surprise. I saw her getting ready the way she usually does, make up on lingerie and trying to look as hot as possible. I asked her where they're going today and she didn't really respond just said she was excited, they're going to be trying something new today. I figured probably some kinky shit that I couldn't wait to hear about and boy was I right. When she was almost done I was getting so horny from watching her get ready I asked if we could have a quickie before, she told me no he doesn't do sloppy seconds. She kindly offered a hand job but she never let me finish, everytime I got close she'd let go and give me balls a squeeze until I calmed down.
After I cooled down a bit and she was done getting ready she said he's on his way to get her now. I asked again where they were going and now that It was too late to turn back now she finally told me “Here. You can stay or go if you want.” She then pushed me back onto the bed and pointed to the closet “Maybe hide in there so you can watch, but he's going to be fucking me… Right… Here.” I got hard and she pushed her knee down into my crotch pinning my balls to the bed “Whats it going to be? Want a front row seat or you going to hide away and jerk your little dick off by yourself?” I got up and went to go sit in the closet.
I heard a knock on the door, she went to go open it for him. It couldn't have been longer than a minute and I heard gagging.
My wife, within seconds of opening the door on her knees blowing another man. He had his hands in her hair and moved her against the door, while she sucked he pinned her head against it and fucked my wife's throat. Her saliva was coating her shit from the spit falling down, when he got close to coming he lifted her up and ripped off her shirt. He started sucking her tits at our front door, with his other hand he started fingering her and getting her wet and ready. Looking around he saw our couch and picked her up. Dropping her on the ledge with her ass in the air he rubbed her juices over her asshole and lined his dick up with her pussy, as he pushed in he used his middle finger to fuck her ass at the same time.
I could her her moaning and screaming out. I'm sure she was being louder because I was in the house, she had to be. No one can make someone scream like that just from sex right? It went on for about 20 minutes the sound of his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her on the couch. I finally heard him cum. She grabbed one of our throw pillows from the couch and used it to wipe up his cum. He sat on our couch bare naked and motion for her to sit next to him. He grabbed her head and lowered it to his crotch and she started licking.
After he was cleaned up he walked to our kitchen and grabbed a drink. He grabbed a carton of our juice and started to drink it from the jug, when he had his fill he just dropped it to the floor and looked at her “Aren't you going to clean that up?” she walked over and grabbed the mop when he grabbed it from her “Get on the ground.” She kneeled down and grabbed a dish towel. When she started wiping it up and went behind her and pulled off her bottoms exposing her. “Clean that up good, don't want your husband finding the floor all sticky.”
He lined up again, pushing himself inside my wife. As he fucked her he bent her down fucking her down into the mess he made. “No point keep clean a dirty slut like you right?”
“Right” she said. He kept fucking her and pushed her face into the dirty towel on the ground “You should thank me for fucking you still knowing what kind of whore you are.”
“Thank you” she replied. He slapped her ass, “say it again. Like you mean it.”
“Thank you for fucking me” she screamed out. He slapped her ass again hard loud enough I could hear it clearly from the closet in the bedroom. “I said like you mean it!” He yelled giving it another hard slap. “Thank you for fucking me even though I'm a dirty whore!” I heard her cry out before giving way to moans of pleasure.
He pulled out and came on her back shooting ropes over her. “I'm tired. Let's get to the bedroom.” She started getting up, “no no no, whores can crawl.” She stayed on her hands and knees and said her pussy was just getting soaked at being called a whore so much. She never knew how much she loved a bit of degradation until she was fucked into a dirty floor. When they got to the bedroom he got her to get up on the bed. He grabbed one of my work shirts and ripped it up so he could tie her hands up and to the bed. “You aren't getting free until I've fucked your mouth, ass and pussy. Is that understood whore?” She nodded. He left the room and came back with a sharpie.
“Cum. Dump. That way it's clear for your husband.” he wrote on her belly pointing down to her pussy. He crawled on-top of her and lined up “You won't be able to fuck your husband here without thinking of me.” He shoved his dick inside her and I saw her back curl up as she quivered with pleasure. She has big tits and I could see them bouncing from the closet, she was right that I would just jack off hiding. He made her cum and it wasn't long before he was following behind her filling her up. His cum leaked out of her and coated our sheets. “I gotta rest a bit, you sure are good at tiring out a man little slut.” It was about 30 minutes as he walked around our room and house I could hear him digging around snooping in our stuff.
As he came back in I could see her excited looking him in the eyes. “Roll over.” He grabbed her legs as he started climbing in rolling her over. Her hands tied up made things a bit uncomfortable for her as it wasn't quite long enough to roll over but he forced her down. I could see her arms stretching and I almost got out of the closet to say something or help her but then I saw him slick his hand in her juices as she was wetter than I've ever seen her. He coated her ass with her juices fingering her hole before lining up and shoving his dick in her ass. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as her arms were stretched to the limits and so was her asshole. He kept punishing her ass before he grabbed a handful of her hair “You like it rough don't you whore?”
“Yes.. use me. Please.” He pulled her head further back and spit on your face before throwing it forward and fucking her hard. I could swear any longer and there's be damage to the wall behind the back board.
Before he came he crawled up and got her to roll over again. He lined his dirty dick up to her face slapping it around on top and rubbing his spit into her face. “Clean my dick, I'm done with you.” She started licking looking up into his eyes. He leaned down and he made a long drop of spit plop into her mouth. He opened her mouth and shoved his dick inside. As she was tied up and pinned against the bed he fucked her mouth and held her head in his hands. The headboard smashed against the wall and I could only see his ass as he fucked my wife's mouth with wild passion. I saw his ass clenching and he held her head in spot as he came down her throat. “Good whore..” he grabbed her hair and wiped his dick clean before he grabbed his clothes got dressed and left.
I waited in case he'd come back, about 15 minutes before I stepped out and of the closet and took in the sight of my wife. Bruised and covered in another man's cum. I saw the sticky mess he left from the cum on her back when he threw her down on the bed. I gently cupped her face in my hands tilted her up to look at me and I could see her face still flush after her orgasms. I kissed her gently and could still taste some of his cum on her lips. “I love you” I untied her hands and got to work cleaning up the damage. After I was done I sat on the couch and wondered why my throw pillow felt crusty on my face.