I am Amanda’s new husband. I just got home from work when she approached me with those scandalous words. “You know you married a slut, right?” She asked while staring at my crotch. Her tone was filled with seduction, as if she were challenging me to do something about it. And let’s face it, I had no intention of stopping her. In fact, the thought of watching another man fill her up while I jerked off excited me more than I cared to admit.
Amanda continued undressing herself as she spoke, revealing a lacy black lingerie set that left little to the imagination. She was the epitome of a nymphomaniac, with curves in all the right places and legs that went on for miles. It wasn’t long before she crawled to me on all fours, her lips inches away from my cock. “Do you want to see who I’ve been thinking about fucking tonight?” She whispered seductively, her warm breath tickling my sensitive skin. Before I could answer, she took me into her mouth and started sucking. My mind clouded over with desire as I watched my wife kneel before me, servicing my dick like it was her job. The sensation of her tongue dancing around the head of my cock combined with the visual of her gorgeous body made it impossible for me to resist. I wrapped my hands in her hair and thrust deeper into her throat, desperate for release.
After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, Amanda pulled back with a smirk on her face. “That’s not all,” she purred, getting up and straddling me. Without further ado, she positioned herself above me and lowered herself onto my cock slowly but surely until he was buried deep inside of her wet snatch. The feeling of being filled by my own wife sent shivers down my spine as I watched her hips grind against mine in a rhythmic motion. As if that weren’t enough, Amanda surprised me yet again by grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. She slathered some onto her fingers and began rubbing them against her tight little hole.
“You want something else, baby?” She teased, eyeing me slyly. “I know you love when I play dirty.” Her words spurred me on, and I nodded eagerly. Without hesitation, she inserted one finger, then another, stretching herself open for more of my invasion. Her moans filled the room as she worked her fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of our coupling.
The sight of her pleasuring herself while impaled on my cock was too much to handle. My balls tightened and I knew I was close to cumming. “Fuck, Amanda, I’m gonna cum!” I grunted, signaling my imminent release. She responded by squeezing her pussy muscles tighter around my throbbing member, milking every last drop of my sperm. With a primal groan, I emptied myself inside her, filling her womb with my hot seed. As my breathing returned to normal, Amanda lifted off me and positioned herself on all fours, presenting her juicy ass to me. “Not done yet,” she declared boldly, wiggling her hips seductively. I wasted no time, positioning myself behind her and sliding my hard cock back into her warm depths. She cried out in pleasure as I began to fuck her from behind, grabbing her hips tightly to maintain control.
My thrusts grew more intense, echoing off the walls of our bedroom. “Fuck me harder, please!” She begged, pushing back against me. Each impact elicited a new scream of delight from her lips. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and bed creaking under our weight. I could tell she was nearing her climax, judging by the way her body trembled.
“Come for me, baby,” I growled, pumping faster. Her response came in the form of a guttural moan followed by an explosion of pleasure as she lost herself in ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down on my dick like a vice, triggering my own orgasm. I held onto her tightly as we rode out our highs together, our bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of sheets and limbs. When we finally caught our breath, Amanda rolled over onto her side, pulling me close.
“That was fucking amazing,” she breathed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I love being your dirty little slut.” With that, she wrapped her arms around me, content to simply bask in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. And for once, there was no doubt in my mind: I loved her uncut filthiness as much as she loved mine.