I knelt there, naked except for a pair of her panties, beside our bed, in our bedroom, as Tim, the man who had just fucked my wife, groaned and thrust his whole body into her one last time. He laid heavy on top of her. I could see their bodies pressed together, her breasts against his chest, as he breathed in and out, still kissing her neck and shoulder.
He lifted himself up off her a bit, looked in her eyes, and smiled. "You were a very good girl for me. And you said it was too big! Silly... it fit just fine." She laughed and he kissed her slowly, intimately. I knew he had just emptied his balls deep inside my wife, and her pussy was still wrapped tight around his 9" cock. He moved in her just a few more times, enjoying her body, her warmth, her tightness, and then slowly pulled out of her. It seemed to take forever, and she made a little disappointed whimper when he fell out.
I looked at his cock, dripping with her wetness and what he had put in her. My head was spinning with possibilities, not knowing for sure exactly what would come next. He pointed between her legs and said, "Cuck, get up here. Kneel right there." As I stood up, he reached beside the bed and grabbed a towel he had told me to place there, told her to raise up her ass, and spread the towel underneath her.
I scrambled to obey and knelt on the foot of my bed. He had told me about this moment and said it was maybe the most important moment of the night. Every woman would naturally want to hide, go clean up, go the bathroom, after she was filled with cum, naturally self conscious about the mess. In addition, she would be coming down from her sexual high, and the reality of what she had just done might be setting in. It was up to me to reassure her, to tell her that this was exactly what I wanted, and that I wanted her to keep doing it again, and again, and again. He he prepared me to tell her with words, but also to show her with a very important action.
And I really did want her to keep doing this, over and over, with no limits. In that moment, I knew I found my place... I knew what I was... and I knew I was hopelessly addicted. He moved beside her on the bed, lounging beside us, looking at both of us. I looked up at my wife, kneeling between her spread legs. He had told her to spread wide, to draw her feet up, so her thighs were open like butterfly wings, with the tender skin exposed. I could see red marks on her very pale skin where he had grabbed her or just where his body had rubbed against her. She was a mess, her entire body covered in sweat and sweat pooling in the tendons of her neck, in the curves of her chest and stomach, in her underarms and her thighs.
Looking at her pussy, the only word that came to mind was abused... it looked like it had been properly used and abused. It was swollen and red, and just a hint of wetness leaked from her lips, trailing down to her ass. (I discovered this was one difference between cumshots in porn and in real life. In real life, a man presses as deep as he can into a woman. It's primal instinct to plant his seed as deeply inside her as he can--to breed, and in that moment when he is cumming he puts it as deep in her as he can. Not nearly as much runs out of her as in porn, where they usually cum very shallowly inside the woman. I would see her take many cumshots inside her in the future, and most of them stayed in her more than I expected from watching porn.) This was the first time he had cum after a day of extensive edging, and her insides were absolutely flooded with his seed and her wetness, but very little of that was visible from the outside.
Her body had visible red marks where his hands had gripped her hips, slapped her thighs a few times. I could see marks where he had roughly grabbed her shoulder left shoulder. Her right arm was still above her head, and I could see little bite marks on her armpit where he had sucked and bitten at the sensitive skin.
She was trembling, starting to close her legs, but he started talking to both of us. He told her to listen to what I had to say, to just lie there, spread open, and let me see her body--that she was his property but he wanted her husband to see what a properly fucked woman looked like. Then he told me to tell her what I thought.
So I did. I started with what I had prepared. I told her I loved her, and I had never thought she was sexier than what I had just seen. I told her she had fulfilled my deepest need and made my fantasy real and I thanked her for it. I told her I wanted her to do it again and again, that I wanted her to do anything and everything her owner told her to. I told her I thought her body was perfect and that seeing her perform like this probably ruined me for porn forever... I joked that I would never enjoy porn again. (That turned out to not be true, for the record.) As I told her this, he was stroking her chest, teasing her nipples, cupping her breasts. I could see a line of sweat under her breast when he moved it, and told her again how beautiful and perfect her body was.
He said to her, "So you know, he wanted this even more than you. He wanted you to enjoy it, and you did. But talk is cheap. Let him show you what he really thinks", and he looked at me and just made a little nod toward her exposed cunt. I knew what was coming, and I was worried. He told me it would be difficult. I had tried, in the past, to taste my own cum unsuccessfully. (There's a whole set of "cum eating instruction" porn online, and I had tried it with no success. When I came, I was turned off and could not keep my cum around to taste later.) So, I expected what was coming next to be difficult, and he looked at me and said, "I know you need some help with this. You can stop at any moment (I really couldn't), but just do exactly, exactly what I tell you. Understand?"
