“Roberta, who owns your pussy?”
“You do, Miguel.”
“And who owns Larry’s cock?”
She thought a moment about that.
“I do. Larry’s cock is mine.”
“That’s a good girl.”
She came again, hard. This time she opted to move her hips down, grinding her clit on my face. Emil’s cock slipped out.
“Where should I come, Roberta?”
“I want it on my tits, Miguel. I want to see your big beautiful cock spurt your seed all over my tits. Give it to me. Larry, go back and sit over there.”
I went back to my seat as Emil took off the condom and straddled my wife’s torso. Sally stroked his cock fast, aiming it at her nipple. It did not take long before he groaned and emitted jets of hot come over her nipple. Her eyes were wide, watching the whole time. She ran her finger through his come, circling her nipple.
Emil got up slowly and went to bathroom. He brought back a damp washcloth and a towel. Sally was lying on her back, exhausted. He gently cleaned her up and then began to dress. I was unsure what to do, my pole still erect and throbbing so much it hurt.
He looked at me. I realized that he wanted to be paid. I got the envelope with the cash in it and gave it to him. Sally had shut her eyes.
I walked him to the door even though I was still naked and erect. As he left, he said,
“Your wife is a great fuck and a special woman. You take care of her, Steven.” The door clicked shut.
I needed to make her mine again. She was dozing.
“Wake up.”
“Mmmm.. why? Let me sleep.”
“Now. I’m going to show you what a good fucking is like, you slut.”
I fucked her ferociously. All of my rage, humiliation, and arousal went into every thrust and kiss. I loved her so much I wanted to destroy her with my cock. Maybe fortunately for both of us it did not last long; I was too sensitive. I exploded deep inside her and we both almost immediately drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 26
We slept soundly through the night. The next morning we ordered room service. We needed to talk before we picked up the kids.
“You enjoyed yourself last night,” I started.
“Yes. Did you?”
“I’m not sure.”
“It turned you on.”
“Yes, it surely did that.”
“Were you jealous?”
“Very.”
“I know. That’s what I liked most about it.”
“I thought you liked his skills and body?”
“Of course they were nice. But you know he is not my type. I never would have enjoyed it that much if you were not there.”
“You like seeing me hurt?”
“Never! You were never really hurt, were you? It didn’t seem that way. It looked like you wanted me. Like you wanted to own me. God, it turned me on when he said those things and then, even though I was tired, when you took me after he left.”
I considered that for a moment. Then she went on.
“He was all about the sex, all about using me for his pleasure. That’s hot. I’m not a slut or a whore, but sometimes I want to be treated like one. I want to lose myself in a man’s pleasure and I love it most of all when I do that for you.
“Are you okay? I love you so much for doing this.”
We kissed and took a few more bites. She interrupted our silence.
“What do you think about what he said?”
“Which thing?”
“About me owning your cock?”
I was unsure who said that, but this was how she remembered it.
“What did he mean by that?”
“I’m not sure,” I replied.
“I like that idea, though. The words turn me on.
“Take me, Steven. Make me your whore.”
And I did for the next two hours. Then we cleaned up, got dressed, picked up our kids, and went back to our lives.
To be continued…