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I never thought I would actually go through with it, but that night I wanted more than my husband could ever give me. I wanted to feel stretched, filled, used. And he knew it too. That’s why he sat in the chair, watching silently, while I spread my legs for the man standing over me.
He was tall, broad, and his dick was already hard and heavy in his hand. I licked my lips the moment I saw it. Thick, dark, so much bigger than anything I had taken before. I looked at my husband once, and he gave me a small nod. That was all I needed.
The second that thick BBC touched my pussy, I gasped. My husband moved in his seat, but he didn’t move closer. He just stared, breathing hard, his hand sliding down into his pants. I moaned when the tip slid between my pussy, teasing me. “Oh my god…” I whispered, my voice already breaking.
Then he pushed in. Slow, steady, stretching me wide open. My back arched, my nails digging into the sheets as I cried out. “Fuck… too big… oh fuck!” But I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. I wanted all of it.
My husband groaned softly, but it wasn’t for me. It was because he had to watch another man fucking his wife, inch by inch, until I was full. My pussy clenched around that fat cock, soaking wet, my body trembling as he started to move.
Every thrust shook me. His thick dick slammed into me, making my tits bounce, making the bed creak beneath us. My moans grew louder, hotter, messier. I didn’t care. I wanted my husband to hear me fall apart on another man’s dick.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” the man groaned, pounding me harder. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, while my husband’s eyes never left us. I looked at him once, saw his hand stroking his dick, saw the jealousy in his eyes, and it only made me wetter and hornier.
I screamed his name. Not my husband’s, but the man fucking me. My body shook as I came, squirting all over his thick dick, soaking the sheets. My husband’s face twisted with pain and arousal, watching me climax in a way he could never make me.
The man didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through it, harder, deeper, until he growled and spilled his hot cum inside me. I moaned, shaking, clinging to him while my husband sat there, watching his wife get filled with another man’s seed.
When it was over, I collapsed, sweaty, shaking, dripping. My husband still hadn’t moved. I smiled at him, my legs spread, cum leaking from my pussy. “You wanted to see me wrecked,” I whispered, breathless. “Now you have.”