Speaker 1: Music throbbed through the sticky floor of the bar, a
Speaker 1: pulse that matched the frantic beat of my own heart
Speaker 1: across the small, scarred table. My husband Tony's eyes weren't
Speaker 1: on me. They were locked on her, Rebecca. She'd approached
Speaker 1: us an hour ago, a predator, scenting the strange electric
Speaker 1: dynamic between a married couple, and Tony had welcomed her
Speaker 1: in with a look that made my stomach clinch with
Speaker 1: a sick, delicious heat. I shifted on the hardstool, the
Speaker 1: silk of my dress clinging to my thighs. Tony's hand,
Speaker 1: heavy and possessive, came to rest on my knee under
Speaker 1: the table, a gesture meant to reassure, to claim, but
Speaker 1: his thumb was stroking, lazy, distracting circle. His attention was
Speaker 1: entirely on the stranger. My wife thinks she might have
Speaker 1: a problem sharing with another woman, Tony said, his voice,
Speaker 1: a low rumble that cut through the music. But I
Speaker 1: think she just needs the right motivation, the right teacher.
Speaker 1: Rebecca's red lips curled into a smile that didn't reach
Speaker 1: her cold, assessing eyes. She leaned forward, the deep v
Speaker 1: of her shirt, offering a generous view. Is that right, Annel?
Speaker 1: You don't want to share your handsome husband. My mouth
Speaker 1: was dry. I wanted to say no, to drag him
Speaker 1: out of there and reclaim what was mine, But the
Speaker 1: warmth of his hand on my leg, the dark thrill
Speaker 1: coiling in my belly, held me prisoner. I just nodded,
Speaker 1: a tiny, pathetic motion. Tony's grip tightened. See she's learning already.
Speaker 1: He finished his whiskey and stood up, pulling me with him.
Speaker 1: His other hands snaked out and took Rebecca's, linking the
Speaker 1: three of us together in a charged, terrifying chain. Our
Speaker 1: hotel room is upstairs. We're going to continue this lesson.
Speaker 1: The elevator ride was a silent, suffocating eternity. Tony stood
Speaker 1: between us, a king with his conflicting consorts. I stared
Speaker 1: at my reflection in the brass doors, seeing the flush
Speaker 1: on my cheeks, the wide, uncertain look in my eyes.
Speaker 1: Rebecca watched Tony her gaze of physical touch, and Tony
Speaker 1: Tony watched me watch them. He didn't speak until the
Speaker 1: hotel room door clicked shut behind us. The sudden quiet,
Speaker 1: a roaring void. The king size bed dominated the space.
Speaker 1: Sit Tony commanded me, pointing to a stiff armchair in
Speaker 1: the corner. His voice held no, no room for negotiation.
Speaker 1: It was the voice he used when he was done
Speaker 1: playing games. You don't move, you don't speak. Your only
Speaker 1: job is to watch, understand. A whimper caught in my throat.
Speaker 1: I managed another nod, my legs carrying me obediently to
Speaker 1: the chair. I was trembling, my body, humming with a
Speaker 1: confusing mix of terror and raw, undiluted arousal. This was
Speaker 1: really happening. He turned to Rebecca, his demeanor shifting entirely.
Speaker 1: The dominance was still there, but it was laced now
Speaker 1: with a predatory hunger. You against the bedpost. She moved
Speaker 1: with a liquid grace, leaning back against the dark wood,
Speaker 1: a perfect portrait of willing submission. Tony closed the distance,
Speaker 1: his body caging hers. He didn't kiss her. He simply
Speaker 1: looked at her, then back at me, ensuring I was
Speaker 1: watching every second. Look at her, Annell, he growled, Look
Speaker 1: at the woman who is about to get what you
Speaker 1: can't have right now. He buried his face in Rebecca's neck,
Speaker 1: and a sharp gasp tore from her lips. My gasp.
Speaker 1: His hands came up, cupping her breasts through the thin
Speaker 1: fabric of her top, his thumbs circling her nipples until
Speaker 1: they were hard peaks. I could see her back arch,
Speaker 1: pushing her chest into his hands, seeking more. Fuck you're eager,
Speaker 1: he muttered against her skin, His words meant for both
Speaker 1: of us. He yanked the neckline of her top down,
Speaker 1: freeing her breasts. They were fuller than mine, her nipples
Speaker 1: a dark, enticing pink. He dipped his head and took
Speaker 1: one into his mouth, and the sound she made was
Speaker 1: a raw, guttural moan. I squirmed in the chair, my
Speaker 1: own breasts aching, a damp heat pooling between my legs.
Speaker 1: I was glued to the scene, my husband feasting on
Speaker 1: another woman, while I was forced to observe. Tony's hand
Speaker 1: slid down her stomach, over the curve of her hip,
Speaker 1: and disappeared between her legs under the hem of her
Speaker 1: short skirt. Rebecca's head fell back with a thud against
Speaker 1: the bedpost, her eyes squeezing shut. Oh God, is she wet? Tony.
Speaker 1: I heard myself whisper, the words, tearing from some deep
Speaker 1: masochistic part of me I never knew existed. He turned
Speaker 1: his head, his mouth glistening from her skin, his eyes
Speaker 1: blazing with a dark fire, soaking fucking wet, a knell
Speaker 1: dripping for me. She's so fucking ready to be fucked.
Speaker 1: His fingers were moving, working her, and the slick, rhythmic
Speaker 1: sound filled the room. You see that, You see how
Speaker 1: her body begs for it. I did. I saw everything.
Speaker 1: I saw the muscles in her thighs tents. I saw
Speaker 1: the way her stomach fluttered. I saw the absolute surrender
Speaker 1: on her face. In one swift motion, he spun her around,
Speaker 1: bending her over the foot of the bed. He yanked
Speaker 1: her skirt up around her waist, revealing her bare ass
Speaker 1: and the glistening wetness between her legs. He fumbled with
Speaker 1: his belt, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Speaker 1: This is what you need to see, baby, he breathed,
Speaker 1: his voice thick with lust. This is what happens when
Speaker 1: you're a good girl who does what she's told. You
Speaker 1: get to see your husband, your master, go balls deep
Speaker 1: in the cunt of some other slut, he growled. He
Speaker 1: freed his cock, already rock hard and straining. He pressed
Speaker 1: the broad head against her entrance, and Rebecca let out
Speaker 1: a choked cry, pushing back against him. Eager for it.
Speaker 1: Tell her, Rebecca, Tony commanded, not moving, holding himself right
Speaker 1: there at her threshold, Tell my wife, what you want
Speaker 1: me to do to you. She turned her head, her
Speaker 1: cheek pressed against the douve, her eyes finding mine, they
Speaker 1: were glazed with need. I want him to fuck me,
Speaker 1: she panted. I want your husband to bury his fucking
Speaker 1: cock in me. I want to feel him stretch me open.
Speaker 1: The words were a knife twist of humiliation and the
Speaker 1: most potent aphrodisiac I'd ever known. With a grunt, Tony
Speaker 1: thrust forward, burying his entire length inside her in one brutal,
Speaker 1: seamless motion. Rebecca screamed a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure,
Speaker 1: and her body jolted from the force. And I watched.
Speaker 1: I watched his hands gripper hips, his knuckles white. I
Speaker 1: watched the powerful, relentless rhythm of his thrusts, the way
Speaker 1: her body shook with each one. I watched her face
Speaker 1: contorted in ecstasy, a face that wasn't mine. The sounds
Speaker 1: were obscene, the wet, slapping rhythm of his body pounding
Speaker 1: into hers, their ragged mingled breathing, my own soft, desperate
Speaker 1: cries from the corner. You see how deep I am
Speaker 1: in her, annel, Tony grunted, never breaking his pace. You
Speaker 1: see how she takes all of me. Fuck, she's so tight,
Speaker 1: he reached down, sliding a hand between her legs from
Speaker 1: the front, and so goddamn wet. She's gonna come all
Speaker 1: over my cock, aren't you? Yes, Rebecca shriek, her body
Speaker 1: beginning to tremble violently. Yes, fuck, I'm gonna come, she screamed.
Speaker 1: I was panting, my hand instinctively moving to my own breast,
Speaker 1: pinching my nipple through the silk, mimicking the pleasure I
Speaker 1: was forbidden from receiving. Toni's thrust became harder, more erratic,
Speaker 1: a primal driving pace aimed at one conclusion. Rebecca's cries
Speaker 1: pitched higher, and her whole body seized as her orgasm
Speaker 1: ripped through her, her inner muscles clenching around him. The
Speaker 1: sight of it, the raw evidence of his ability to
Speaker 1: bring another woman to such a peak, shattered something in me.
Speaker 1: As her climax subsided into shaky tremors, Tony's rhythm broke
Speaker 1: with a final, deep, possessive thrust. He held himself inside her,
Speaker 1: and I saw the shudder of his own release. Walk
Speaker 1: over him. I watched and licked my lips as thick,
Speaker 1: gooey spunk drooled out of Rebecca's used cunt, pumped out
Speaker 1: around my husband's dick that was still deep inside her.
Speaker 1: He stayed there for a long moment, buried in her,
Speaker 1: both of them breathing in ragged gasps. Slowly he pulled out.
Speaker 1: I shuddered as his seed poured from her fucked pussy
Speaker 1: and rolled through her folds and down her legs. Fuck,
Speaker 1: he'd come deep in her. It excited me, thinking my
Speaker 1: husband got this bitch pregnant. He turned his cock, glistening
Speaker 1: with their mixed arousal, and pointed a finger at me,
Speaker 1: his chest still heaving. Now get over here and clean
Speaker 1: up this mess, he demanded. I quickly, desperately crawled to
Speaker 1: Rebecca's exposed fucked cunt, spread her cheeks, and dug in.
Speaker 1: I ate my husband's spunk out of a woman I
Speaker 1: hadn't even known an hour, tonguing her dripping hole. He
Speaker 1: patted my head, smiled down at me, and began to
Speaker 1: stroke his cock hard again, watching best slut wife ever.
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