you arrives home after long day at work "Hey there baby, welcome back... I missed you so fucking much..." You see your wife coming out of the living room wearing nothing and holding a massive black dildo "Look how big this dildo is!"
I shrug. "It's 10 inches. Not that big." I walk up and kiss her.
"You wanna see something even bigger?" she asks, grinning mischievously. Then, suddenly, her face turns serious and determined. "I want you to watch me use this tonight." She holds the black dildo up between them. "And while I do that... I want you to service my needs." Her gaze flickers down to his groin suggestively before returning back up to meet his eyes.
I grab the dildo and throw it in the trash cans. "Nah, I'll just fuck you until you're unconscious."
Her eyes widen with surprise at your sudden action but she quickly recovers. "Oh? You think you can handle me?" She smirks playfully before pushing him roughly against the wall, pinning his arms above his head. Her body presses against his and her thighs spread, opening herself to him. "Let's see how long you last," she breathes into his ear before lowering her hips slowly, impaling herself on your cock. "Oh fuck..." She groans as she feels you filling her up. Her movements become more forceful and demanding, grinding against you with a fierce pleasure that leaves no doubt who's in charge here tonight.
I smile, my 13 inch cock not even fully in her yet. "Oh, that's cute baby." I push her against the wall, fully seating my cock against her cervix.
Her eyes widen with shock at how big you really are as she feels your cock stretching her limits. A thrill of submission runs through her body and she moans, arching into your thrusts. She wraps her legs around your hips, holding you tightly against her as she rides your incredible length. "Fuck me..." she whispers between breathless cries of pleasure. Her hands roam over your shoulders, digging into the flesh before trailing down to grip your ass firmly, urging you to go deeper still. With each thrust, she feels herself growing wetter for you and for the black men outside this house... and she wants it all.
I keep fucking her, forcing her to cum on my huge white cock.
Her body convulses as an intense orgasm rips through her. Her nails scrape down your back and she curses your name between moans of ecstasy, unable to decide if she wants to hate you or worship you for making her feel so alive tonight. Every inch of her skin tingles with pleasure as the sensation of being filled by such a large cock washes over her. "Fuck..." she gasps, eyes glassy with lust and satisfaction. But she's not finished yet. Her legs squeeze tight around your waist, forcing every last drop of cum from your balls as she rides you until she can ride no more. Then, suddenly, her body goes limp and she slumps against the wall, panting heavily for breath. As your cock slowly twitches within her, spent, NTR 1 looks up at you through half-lidded eyes. There's a challenge in that gaze... an invitation to go further still... or perhaps something more sinister entirely...
I smile. "You said alot about me cumming sweetie, but I'm not even to my first orgasm. You're gonna have to work harder for that." I walk to the couch, bending her over it. I pull out of her pussy and force my way into her anus.
Her eyes flash with pain and surprise as you roughly thrust your cock into her tight, unprepared ass. She grits her teeth against the stabbing sensation but doesn't protest; if anything she seems to welcome it, wanting to please you in any way that will keep this night of debauchery going just a little bit longer. Her hands clench into fists on the couch behind her as she rides out your rough assault on her rear end. Her hips buck forward instinctively with each thrust and she presses back against you, desperate for more of your massive length. She pants heavily through gritted teeth, trying not to moan too loudly in case her husband wakes up and tries to stop this from happening...
"Your husband? You cum drunk slut, I'm your husband. There's no one else here."
Her breath hitches in her throat at your words. "Oh, you..." she gasps, still not quite able to process what you've just said. "He's... he's nothing compared to you." She whimpers as you push deeper into her ass, causing her muscles to stretch impossibly around your thick length. Her body quakes with pleasure and pain mingled together, and she can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of being dominated by such a powerful man. Her fists clench harder on the couch as she arches her back, offering up every inch of her tight hole for your enjoyment. "Please..." she moans, voice thick with desire and submission. "Fuck me... make me yours."
I grab your hair, forcing you to look at your face. I'm actually your husband. "Is someone else here?" I hiss angrily.
Her eyes widen with horror as she realizes what you're saying is true. Your hands on her hair force her gaze back to your angry features and she tries desperately not to pull away from the pain. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as shame washes over her in waves. "No," she whispers, voice trembling. "But... I wanted..." She trails off, unsure how to explain the torrent of forbidden desires that had been churning inside her all this time. "It was just a game, I thought..." Her body still arches upwards towards you despite her confusion and shame. The pleasure from your rough thrusts continues to build within her, overwhelming any rational thought. Her hips buck and grind against yours as she tries to get even closer, seeking release from the dark fantasies that have been unleashed within her tonight.
I stop, pulling out of her. "Is someone else coming tonight, honey?"
Tears stream down her face as you withdraw from her ass, leaving her aching and empty. Her body still trembles with need and she feels foolish for pushing things so far. She knows what kind of punishment this could bring upon them both if their husband were to find out about their little game...and the stranger thoughts that had led them here tonight. "No," she whispers, "I-I don't know..." Her voice trails off into a sob as she buries her face in her hands, trying desperately not to think about what might have been or where this all went so horribly wrong.
I walk to our room, getting your phone. I walk back out, scrolling through your messages. I look up, glaring at you with unrestrained hatred.
Terror grips her heart as she watches your expression change from lust-filled to hate-filled in the space of seconds. Her hands fly up to cover her mouth, unable to stifle another whimper of fear. She knows what you're thinking...she can see it in your eyes. "Please..." she whispers, reaching out a trembling hand towards you, wanting nothing more than for this moment to be over before the consequences become irreversible. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
I rip all your clothes off. "Call it off, and anyone else you've made arrangements with or talked to about this, or I'm throwing you out of the house with out any clothes or belongings."
Her face blanches as horror washes over her. She hadn't expected things to go this far... hadn't considered the consequences of her actions beyond the momentary thrill they had given her. But now it's too late; there are messages and emails that could incriminate them both.
Trembling with fear, she pulls out her phone and begins frantically typing out apologies and promises to call off any arrangements. Tears stream down her face as she hits send on each message, praying that it isn't already too late. Her entire world feels as though it's crumbling around her and she knows that she may have just destroyed everything she's ever known and loved.
When the final text is sent, NTR 1 looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes. She can't even bear to meet your gaze anymore; she feels so ashamed and so dirty after what they've done tonight. A part of her wants nothing more than for things to go back to the way they were before, when their life was simple and safe... but another part wonders if anything will ever be the same again.
"I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly, "I never meant for it to go this far..."
I look into your eyes. "You've made a good first step. No more of this, I'm watching you now. No more cuck porn, no more texts with men, no more flirting with other guys. I can forgive this once, but if this happens again, we'll be done."
Her eyes widen with fear as she nods frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I-I promise," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I'll never do anything like this again... I swear it." She sinks to her knees in front of you, hands clasped together in supplication. "Please believe me..."
In that moment, she realizes how much power you truly hold over her life. It's a terrifying thought and one that leaves her feeling more vulnerable than ever before. But despite the fear and shame that consume her, there's still an undeniable spark of desire within her, born from this newfound understanding of just how deep your control runs.
She looks up at you through tear-filled eyes, her chest heaving as she fights for air. "Please don't leave me..." she whispers hoarsely, "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right... I swear I will."
I pull you into my arms. "I believe you. I'll be watching now, but I also believe you." I sigh, running my hands through my hair. "What if I took a month off work. We could go to the cabin in the woods, spend a month with just the two of us. Rebuilt our trust and love for each other."
Her eyes widen with hope as she listens to your words. "Really?" she whispers, her body trembling with emotion. The thought of spending an entire month alone with you fills her with both terror and excitement. It would mean facing all of the consequences of their actions head-on... but it would also give them a chance to heal and find their way back to each other if they're lucky.
She buries her face against your chest, wrapping her arms tightly around you. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice muffled by your shirt. "I-I'll do whatever it takes... I love you so much..."
I cradle you gently, kissing you. "I love you. I can see fear of me, and that isn't right either. This will be good for both of us. Go pack our clothes, I'll email my boss and tell him."
Her eyes well up with tears of relief as she hears your words. A weight seems to lift off her shoulders as the fear of losing you begins to dissipate. She nods slowly, taking a deep breath before turning and hurrying towards their bedroom. As she moves down the hallway, she can't help but glance over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure that you're really here, with her... that this is all real.
Inside their bedroom, she frantically begins stuffing clothes into an overnight bag. Her movements are jerky and uneven, her thoughts racing a mile a minute as she tries to process everything that's happened tonight. She knows that the next month will be difficult... they have so much to work through and rebuild... but for now, just having you here with her feels like the first step in the right direction.
When she has everything packed, she returns to the living room and hands you the bag. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, looking up at you with tears streaming down her face. "For everything... I really do love you."
I pat your face comfortingly. "I know you do honey. We can fix this." I take our stuff to our car, getting us ready. As you come out to the car in a sundress I smile at you. "That looks great on you."
She smiles shyly, blushing as she smoothes her hand down the skirt of her sundress. The fabric feels cool against her warm skin, making her body tingle with anticipation for their month away together. Despite everything that's happened tonight... despite the fear and shame that still lingers in the back of her mind... there's a part of her that can't help but feel hopeful about what might lie ahead.
As she climbs into the car, she turns to face you, searching your eyes for some sign that maybe... just maybe... things really will be okay between them after this. Your hand finds hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and her heart skips a beat at the contact. Perhaps there's hope yet.