The thought of sharing my husband as a sex slave was always an arousing fantasy for me. As I got dressed for the occasion, my heart raced with anticipation. I couldn't help but smile as I felt the hard length of the dildo strapped onto my crotch, teasing the entrance to my wet pussy.
Just then, the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly mounted my husband's face, pushing his cork deeper into his ass than ever before. He trembled underneath me, mouth watering in anticipation of what was to come. I took a deep breath and walked towards the front door, my hips swaying seductively.
As soon as I opened the door, my eyes locked onto the tall figure standing before me. He was dressed immaculately, wearing a sharp black suit that only accentuated his bulging muscles. His eyes raked over me from head to toe, sparks of desire lighting up in them.
"I'm here about the stove," he said, his voice deep and commanding. I could barely think straight, my mind filled with lustful thoughts at his words.
"Of course, come in," I managed to stammer out, leading him further into the house. As we walked, I could feel his gaze boring into my back, making my skin tingle with excitement.
Finally, we reached our living room, where my husband was still kneeling in the corner, his face shining with anticipation. The stranger approached him slowly, his eyes never once leaving the sight of my husband's eager mouth. He sunk to his knees in front of my husband, his cock already hard and erect.
Without any further warning, he shoved his cock deep into my husband's willing mouth. My husband gagged around it, taking it all in. The sounds of slurping and smacking filled the room, an erotic symphony that sent shivers down my spine.
Watching this unfold before me was more exhilarating than I could ever have imagined. The way my husband's eyes shone with both submission and desire was enough to make me ache with lust. I had never felt so turned on in my life.
As if sensing my arousal, the stranger pulled out of my husband's mouth and stood up. Before I could even react, he was pushing me towards the coffee table. I felt the cool wooden surface pressing against my back as he spread my legs wide.
Without any warning, he slammed into me, his cock filling me up completely. I bit down on my lip to stifle my moans, feeling every inch of him stretching me out. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me, giving into the feelings completely.
As we fucked, my mind wandered to the image of my husband, still kneeling in the corner, his face covered in cum. The thought of what he had been through only made me want more. I pleaded with the stranger to give me more as he thrust harder and deeper into me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, we both reached the pinnacle of our desires. I felt his hot seed filling me up as he groaned out his pleasure, and a moment later, I felt myself shuddering with orgasm, my pussy clamping down on his cock.
As we collapsed onto the floor, panting and sweating, I couldn't help but fantasize about the next time we would do this. Our dirty little secret, our twisted version of bliss. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
