Used

I pressed the doorbell, heart pounding like it knew something my brain hadn't admitted yet. The door swung open almost instantly. Ben stood there and smiling like a man with a secret. Or maybe like a man about to share one.

"Come in," he said like we were already past introductions.

We'd met online, where he posted photos of his wife, Anna. The first picture I saw of her she leaned over the arm of a chair, her hair spilling across her bare chest. Her nipples peeked through like they weren't supposed to, but wanted to be seen.

I messaged him. I couldn't not.

To my surprise, there wasn't much back-and-forth. Just a brief exchange, and then the line that's been echoing in my chest ever since:

"Do you want to come over to fuck my wife?"

And now I'm here, my body already tight with anticipation.

Ben leads me inside. The house smells faintly of candles. I look around, no sign of Anna yet. We move to the living room, and he turns to me with a grin that feels almost boyish.

"Wait here," he says. "I'll go get tonight's entertainment."

I don't sit. I can't. I can feel the blood rushing to my cock.

Then I hear the soft pad of feet returning.

Anna enters like a question with no right answer. Ben holds a leash, and she follows, slow and deliberate. A black dress clings to her like a second skin--thin, nearly sheer. Her nipples press against the fabric, bold and unashamed. A blindfold veils her eyes, and her hands are bound behind her back.

She can't see me.

But I can see everything.

She doesn't know who's standing in the room with her. She only knows that tonight, someone will fuck her. Hard. Thoroughly. And won't stop until I'm completely satisfied and I've used her to my liking

Ben hands me the end of the leash, and I'm in full control of his beautiful wife. I give it the slightest tug.

Anna steps forward, slow but obedient. Her balance stumbles for a second, with her hands behind her back, but she catches herself. She's standing just inches from me now, I can feel her breath quickening on my chest. She doesn't know who I am.

I lean in, close enough that my lips nearly touches her ear, my voice is low.

"Tell me what you want."

She doesn't hesitate.

"I want to be fucked," she says, her voice tight and trembling. "Hard."

The words come out so easily, Ben stand behind her with pride in his eyes. Like a student that he has been training gives her big performance.

I trace one finger on her shoulders, over the fine strap of that tight black dress. Her skin shivers under the touch. Every part of her is alive with anticipation, her thighs subtly tightening, her lips parted slightly.

I pull the leash down, guiding her on her knees.

She knows what to do.

She's made to do this.

She doesn't need to see me.

She only needs to feel me.

I unbuckle my belt slowly, my pant slipping down with a gentle tug, and step free revealing my arousal. Anna drops to her knees without a word. It's not the leash tugging her down it's her instincts to please. A ritual she's repeated a hundred times, yet still as excited as the very first time. The moment her knees touch the floor, her mouth parts, offering herself to me without hesitation.

She leans in.

Her lips brush the tip of my cock first, not with greed, but a greeting. A soft kiss, red lipstick smears like marks of love across my skin, her kisses making a path along the length of my cock. Every inch she kisses, every inch she loves, every inch she worships. Like she's telling me, without using words but definitely using her mouth, how grateful she is to serve.

My fingers slide into the honey-brown strands of hair, I guide her gently back to the tip of my cock. Then her lips part wider, and I feel her take me in, slowly, with purpose. Her mouth moves along my cock with the rhythm of her breathing. A shared heartbeat.

Her tongue swirls at the tip, teasing and tasting me as her lips are tightly wrapped around tool. Then I hear it, the faintest moan, like pleasure escaping her without my permission. At that moment I realize: I'm not using her like I should, no.

She's craving me.

And I need to take control back.

While her mouth is still working me, slowly, surely and wet with devotion. I gently put my hands under her chin and guide her face upwards. She now looks upwards while still being blindfolded, while not being able to see she truly sees me. She's trembling slightly. Not with fear but from desire.

I reach down and wrap the leash twice around my hand.

Then, without warning, I pull her to her feet and lift her of the ground in one smooth, possessive motion.

She gasps from surprise and delight, as I trow her over my shoulder. Her body drapes across me like it was made for it. Anna's black dress is too short to cover her cheeks while she hangs over my shoulder. I give her tight ass a firm slap, the sound echo's through the hallway, and she moans in response. This time not the craving she had on her knees but from truly being used.

Ben is still looking at us from the hallway, and knows what the next step is. He starts making his way to the bedroom knowing we will follow him. Where we will take turns devouring his wife.

I carry Anna to the bedroom, letting her feel the movement of my body and having a tight grip on her waist. Letting her know she's being taken.

The room is dimly lit by a single lamp, and I lower her onto the mattress onto her back. She lies there, blindfolded, hands bound behind her back and chest moving up and down with excitement. I grab the bottom of her dress that is tightly stretched across her curves, her body is begging to be freed. And i listen to it.

So I tear it.

The sound of the fabric ripping makes a sharp noice, the tear revealing her pale skin, flushed and trembling. I rip it down the middle and remove it completely from her body, revealing her perfect breast moving up and down with the rhythm of her breath. Her nipples hard with anticipation of what the rest of the evening is going to bring.

I pick her up and turn her around, her back arches instinctively, I run a hand up her spine sliding my palm between her shoulder blades and pressing it down. And with her ass up and her head down she lies there invitingly. I can see her pussy dripping with excitement. Leaving a trail along her thighs, I slowly run my hand along the inside of her leg making her way up to her pussy. Running my fingers between her lips, feeling the wetness and warmth that her desire leaves her with.

I untie her hands and demand:

"Reveal yourself to me"

"Yes" she whispers between her heavy breathing

Each hand finds it way onto one of her thigh round ass cheeks and she spreads herself for my entry. She's offering herself fully to me, and I will accept her invitation. With a sharp thrust I enter her, leaving her no time anticipate. A load moan leaves her mouth as my cock disappears between her wet lips.

Ben makes his way to the other side of her, he grabs her by her hair and pulls her upwards until she's on her hands and knees. And while I'm pounding her he first gives her a kiss, saying 'I'm proud of you' without ruining the moment. He then pulls his pants down and rams his cock down Anna's throat.

I'm slightly taken aback with how rough Ben is with his wife but I can feel her getting even wetter on my cock as she moves her way between our cocks. And for the first time this evening I realize how much of a slut Anna actually is.