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This is part two of this series, I highly recommend you read part 1 first.
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I watched the videos of them every day, multiple times a day. I was late for work every day for a week after he fucked her, every single time because I was masturbating to them. I had them memorized, every one of her moans, the way she rolled her hips after she came on his cock, the way he told her what a good slut she was as she sucked his cock.
One morning that week I woke up early, my pussy throbbing, desperate to be touched. It wasn’t time for him to wake up yet, his alarm wouldn’t go off for another hour. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see his morning wood tenting the sheet over him. For 30 minutes I silently masturbated, watching the videos silently, my gaze frequently drifting to his tented sheet, fighting the urge to touch the thick cock under it. After my fifth orgasm, I couldn’t wait any longer, I gently pulled the sheet aside and finally laid my eyes on his cock. I was gentle at first, slowly taking him into my mouth, feeling how hard he was. Maybe he was dreaming about her.
I didn’t take my mouth off his cock once, not even when he woke up, my muffled “Mm-hm’s” answering his questions. He reached for my ass, squeezing and rubbing it before his fingers went lower, finding my soaked pussy. “Have you been playing with yourself?” “Mm-hmm,” I went faster, my hand stroking him as I bobbed on his cock. His grunts and moans filled the room. His hand was slowly and lightly playing with my pussy, teasing me. He started bucking his hips, trying to force his cock deeper, ready to cum. “You were thinking about her, weren’t you. When you were playing.” I moaned when he said it, it turned me on so much that he knew I couldn’t stop thinking about it, “MMM-HMM.” He grunted, “Swallow my cock bitch, suck that dick and take my cum!” Fuck, I was going to cum now, his fingers grazed my clit and I screamed past his cock that I kept buried in my throat. He exploded in my mouth, his cum pouring down my throat as he moaned.
I still didn’t take his cock out of my mouth. I just swallowed all of his cum and laid my head on his stomach, letting his cock go soft in my mouth as we lay there. We were both silent for a few minutes before he spoke, “Do we need to talk about it? It’s hot, but do we need to step back from the flame before we get burned?” I felt my eyes well up, every brain cell in my head told me to say yes, to step back and protect us, protect me, “UHH-UHH,” I lied. We laid there for a while, Derek’s cock comfortably resting in my mouth, until he had to get up.
I craved more. Whenever Derek was at work, I pictured him fucking hot clients or coworkers in his office. Getting sucked off in his car by some hot greedy slut. In the grocery store, every time I saw a hot soccer mom, all I could picture was her spreading her legs wide, Derek’s cock splitting her open. I started bringing him up at work, too eager to show my hot coworkers pictures of some vacation or event as a guise for showing him to them, hopeful it would somehow end up with him pounding them into a mattress. At night I would wait until he fell asleep and take his phone. I’d open up the Tinder he made when we decided to try this out, swiping on women I thought he’d like. It was reckless, desperate, but I needed more, it was like an ache in my pussy that wouldn’t go away.
On Friday, not even a week after he fucked her, we went out for drinks. I spent the whole night scanning for his next trophy. I saw him checking girls out too, but he was discreet, respectful of me. He was too in love with me and too loyal to be obvious. At the bar, the bartender flirted for her tip, barely acknowledging me, fuck that made me wet. Derek flirted back – he always did – but it was his “polite” flirting, not his “I wanna bend you over my back seat in the parking lot” flirting. I was so horny when we got home I practically attacked him, dropping to my knees as soon as we made it through the door. As I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, the video of her getting her face painted in her doorway played in my mind. My hand slipped inside my skirt, finding my wet pussy and clit quickly.
Derek pulled me up, literally lifted me off my feet, and threw me on the couch. My skirt bunched around my waist, he pulled my panties to the side and slammed his fat cock in me. I pictured Derek fucking the bartender like this in the back room of the bar as I rubbed my clit. Her eyebrow piercing shining in the dim light, her desperate moans for him as he pounds her on some boxes. Her back at the bar, mixing drinks with his cum running down her leg, “Fuck me DADDY!!!” I came so hard I saw stars. He kept driving his cock into me, fuck I love his cock. “Fuck me like you fucked her!” Derek pulled out of me, abruptly standing up, “Ok, fuck, we have to talk about this shit. What the fuck is going on in that head of yours?”
The dam broke, I immediately broke out in tears, full on crying. I tried to explain, I tried to say anything to help him understand how desperate and broken I was. “STOP stop stop. Are you having a hard time processing it or are you saying you liked it?” I caught my breath, or at least I tried. “I loved it, I can’t stop thinking about it, it’s all I can think about. I see women in public and picture them getting fucked by you, when you were fucking me I was picturing you fucking the bartender,” I sobbed. “Even right now, as fucked up as it is, even saying that out loud makes my pussy throb, I could cum right now.” I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know if I was trying to prove a point or if I just have no self-control anymore, but I reached down and rubbed my clit for maybe one second before I came with a grunt and then sobbed again. “Whoa…why are you crying? You don’t like feeling like this?” He was being so caring, so genuinely trying to support me. “No, I’m scared you won’t want to do it again and I need you to do it again!” I don’t know why I yelled at him, I was a fucking mess.
As I looked up at him, his face turned from one of confusion to calm resolve, “You need discipline.” Fuck, I didn’t know what that even meant but it made my pussy pulse. He continued, “Oh I’ll do it again. And again. I’ll fuck whoever I want, whenever I want.” I tried to hold back my moan but I couldn’t stop it. “I might tell you before I do it, I might not. I’ll always take pictures and tell you about it after. I pick the sluts unless I specifically tell you to, you stay the fuck off my Tinder.” Shit, I guess I didn’t cover my tracks as well as I thought. “Do you understand me you needy slut?” I couldn’t even try to hold that moan back. “Hnnggh. Yes Daddy.” He stepped towards me, grabbing my head and pulling it towards his cock. Mmmm, I could taste myself on him as he swelled in my mouth. He was as hard as ever quickly and I felt his hand wrap around my throat. He pushed me back against the couch as he lined his cock up with my pussy.
“Are you going to be a patient little slut?” I moaned, “Yes Daddy!” He slid his cock in me, stretching me again, and started fucking me hard while I was pinned against the back of the couch. “Whose pussy is this!?” “Oh fuck, yours Daddy, it’s yours!!” I could feel my orgasm, it was close. “Who do I fuck with this cock?” Oh god, “Anyone you want Daddy!!” His hand gripped my throat tighter, “That’s right, I. Fuck. ANYONE. I. WANT!!” He emphasized each word with a hard thrust of his cock and it was too much, I screamed loud enough to wake the dead, grunting and groaning through my orgasm. Derek buried his cock in me and groaned as he filled me.
We laid there for a while before he picked me up and carried me to our bathroom, stripping me and joining me in the shower. He held me as we washed, we dried each other before sliding into our bed. We didn’t say much, he’d ask me a question every few minutes about why this turned me on, or what parts of it turned me on – like the comparisons. I started playing with myself at one point and he just grabbed my wrist as he looked into my eyes, “No.” That only turned me on more, but I wanted, no I needed to obey him. After a while he turned and held my face, “I’m in control. Do you understand? I control this.” I melted, “Yes Daddy.”
That was the best night’s sleep I’d gotten since he fucked her. I felt calmer when I was awake too. I still thought about it, all the time. I still pictured hot moms at the gym under my husband, but since it was out of my hands, it was less needy, more like just a fantasy. It felt like I was waiting for Christmas, not like I had to buy everyone’s presents. We were more like a normal couple that week too, every conversation wasn’t overshadowed by the desperation in my pussy.