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The bedroom was quiet except for the soft rustle of sheets and her gentle breathing as she curled against him, one leg draped lazily over his. Her fingers traced idle circles on his chest, dipping lower, lower, until they brushed the front of his boxers. He was already half-hard just from her closeness. She nuzzled into his neck, voice barely above a whisper. “Baby… have you ever thought about me fucking someone else?”
His whole body tensed. He blinked up at the ceiling, caught completely off guard. “What?” She giggled softly, the sound sweet and mischievous, and slipped her hand inside his boxers. Her fingers wrapped around his small cock, warm, gentle, barely needing to squeeze to encircle him completely. She gave one slow, lazy stroke. “I mean… just hypothetically,” she continued, lips brushing his ear. “Some tall, strong guy with a really thick cock. Bigger than this cute little thing.” She gave him another teasing pump, light and playful. “Have you ever pictured it? Me on my back, legs spread, moaning way louder than I ever do with you?” He swallowed hard, cheeks flushing. “Babe… I don’t…”
“Shhh.” She kissed the corner of his mouth, stroking him a little firmer now, keeping the rhythm slow enough to make him ache. “It’s okay if the answer’s yes. I won’t be mad. In fact…” She giggled again, nipping his earlobe. “I think it’s kinda hot that my sweet husband might get turned on thinking about his wife getting properly fucked for once.”
She sat up slowly, straddling his thighs so he had no choice but to look at her,full breasts swaying gently, nipples hard, that bratty little smirk on her lips. Her hand never left him; she kept stroking, feather-light, watching his face. “Tell me the truth,” she said, tilting her head cutely. “Do you want to see me satisfied? Like, really satisfied? The kind of satisfied where I’m shaking and screaming and my pussy’s so full it’s dripping when he’s done?” He whimpered, hips twitching up into her hand despite himself.
She pouted playfully. “Use your words, cutie. Do you want your wife to feel a real cock stretch her open? One that hits spots you can’t even reach?” “…Yeah,” he breathed, barely audible. Her eyes lit up. “Louder, baby.” She sped up her strokes just a fraction, enough to make his breath hitch, not enough to let him finish. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I… I want to see you satisfied,” he managed, voice cracking. “I want you to fuck someone else. Someone big.” She squealed happily, bouncing a little on his lap so her breasts jiggled right in front of his face. “Awww, that’s my good boy starting to admit it!” She leaned down, kissing him deep and messy, tongue teasing his while her hand kept working him in that maddeningly slow rhythm.
“But that’s not enough,” she whispered against his lips when she pulled back. “I want you to beg me properly. Beg your bratty little wife to cuck you. Beg me to let other men fill my tight pussy with their thick cocks. Beg me to come home creamy and messy so you can lick every drop out while I tell you how much better they felt.”
She squeezed him gently at the base, then stroked upward with agonizing slowness, thumb circling the sensitive tip. “Please…” he whispered. She stopped moving her hand entirely, pouting again. “Nuh-uh. Beg me like you mean it, cucky. Say the words.”
His resolve cracked completely. “Please… cuck me,” he said, louder this time, face burning. “Please fuck other men. Big cocks. Stretch you. Cum inside you. I want to watch. I want to clean you up after. Please, baby, please let me be your cuck. I’m begging you.”
She let out a delighted little squeal, but instead of stroking him faster, she slowed even more, almost to a standstill, her fingers just barely grazing him now. She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Mmm… that’s a pretty good start, baby. But if you really want me to cuck you… you’re gonna have to earn it. Especially if you want me to tell you every dirty detail afterward.” She leaned in close, lips brushing his. “So tell me… what are you gonna do for me if I give you what you’re begging for? What are you willing to give up?” He was trembling, desperate, voice hoarse. “Anything. I’ll do anything you want if you cuck me. Please…”
She giggled, giving his tip the tiniest, teasing flick. “Anything? That’s a dangerous word, cutie.” She sat back up, rocking her hips just enough to let him feel how wet she was through her panties. “Fine then. If you’re so serious… you’re going to wear a chastity device. I’m going to lock up that little penis and keep you denied while I go out and get properly fucked. No touching, no cumming, just aching and waiting for me to come home and maybe, maybe if youre good, let you clean me up.”
His eyes widened, but the way his cock throbbed hard in her hand gave him away. He nodded frantically. “Yes… okay… I agree. Please, just… lock me up. Cuck me. I’ll do it. I want it.”
She beamed, bratty and triumphant, finally wrapping her fingers around him again and stroking with real purpose now, fast enough to make him gasp.
“Fine, baby,” she purred, voice dripping with playful cruelty. “If you insist so sweetly… I’ll lock you up in chastity and cuck you with huge cocks. I’ll let them stretch me, fill me, ruin me in ways your tiny dick never could. And you’ll stay locked and denied the whole time, leaking in your little cage while I have the time of my life.”
She leaned down, kissing him hard as her hand flew over him.
“But you owe me now, don’t forget. Big time. Every time I come home dripping, every time I tease you about how much thicker they were, how much louder they made me scream… you’re gonna remember you begged for this. And you’re gonna thank me for it.” He was right on the edge, body shaking, voice breaking. “Thank you… thank you, baby… please…”
“Cum for me now,” she whispered, lips against his ear. “Cum thinking about the key around my neck and the first real cock that’s gonna stretch your wife wide open while you’re locked and helpless.”
He arched hard, crying out as he spilled over her fingers in thick, desperate pulses, her giggles mixing with his moans as she stroked him through every last shudder.
“Good boy,” she cooed, licking a slow stripe up his neck. “Now let’s go shopping for that cage tomorrow. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
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