I perched on the edge of our bed, still clad in the black dress I’d worn out earlier. My hair was tousled, my lipstick long since vanished, and my legs parted subtly—if you looked closely, you’d notice the faint, glistening sheen on my inner thighs. My heart raced, but not from shame.
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For over a year, you’d pleaded for this fantasy to come alive. Each time you mentioned it, I’d just roll my eyes, telling you, “I’m just not into this. I don’t want to be with anyone else—I married you.” And I truly meant it. The whole concept felt humiliating, pointless, and, frankly, risky for us.
That was, until Kyle entered the picture.
I took a slow, steady breath, locking eyes with you.
“Honey… I did it,” I whispered.
Your expression shifted immediately. I saw your throat move as you swallowed hard, asking me what I meant.
“I wasn’t into this at all. You know that,” I admitted softly but firmly. “I thought it was strange. Almost pathetic. But then Kyle started working with us. The moment he looked at me, something just… clicked. He’s tall, confident, and there’s this way he talks to me that just makes me… I don’t know, incredibly turned on…”
Fingering the hem of my dress, I slowly lifted it higher along my thighs, revealing the evidence of my arousal.
“Tonight, I went to his place. I told you I was out drinking with the girls… but really, I was with him. The second the door shut behind me, he kissed me—not like you kiss me. His kiss was like a claim, like he knew I belonged to someone else, but now, I was his.”
I bit my lip, heat rising as the memory flooded back.
“He took his time undressing me, but when he revealed himself, I actually gasped. He’s bigger than you, babe—wider, too. He made me stroke him while he fingered me, telling me how tight I was, tighter than he expected. Then he bent me over the bed and fucked me so deep I couldn’t think straight. He fucked me like I was his property. I came harder than I have in years—I lost count of how many times. God, I couldn’t stop moaning his name.”
Reaching out, I brushed my fingers softly across your cheek, my touch still intoxicatingly scented.
“I let him come inside me. I’m still full of him now. That’s why I’m sitting like this. I wanted you to see what Kyle did to your wife.”
Leaning closer, I lowered my voice to a sultry whisper.
“I wasn’t into cucking you, sweetheart. I swear I wasn’t. But the moment Kyle’s eyes met mine… everything shifted. I loved it. I loved feeling so desired. I loved how forbidden it all felt. And I think I’m going to crave it again.”
I kissed your forehead tenderly, even as my hand slid down to feel the hardness I found.
“So tell me… how does it feel to finally get what you’ve been begging for?”
I bit my lip again.
“Because I don’t think I can pretend I’m not into this anymore.”