Robert stood up, his pants still around his ankles, his cock still hard from the sight of Jessica with the stranger. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to her feet. They kissed, their mouths hungry for each other, the taste of his own cum on Jessica’s tongue only adding to the eroticism of the moment.
She stood before him in the dim light of the booth wearing only a set of matching red lace bra and panties, soaked with the evidence of the strangers cock that had just taken her pussy in front of him. Her pink satin dress lay discarded in a tangled pile on the floor. Robert grabbed her by the hips, his mouth moving to her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion.
He groaned into her ear, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. She moaned, her body responding to his touch like a well-played instrument. The stranger’s presence seems to linger in the room, a ghostly third in their embrace, but it only served to heighten their desire.
“Honey,” she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. “Do you know what I want?” She let the question hang in the air, the smell of sex and desire thick around them. Robert looked at her, his eyes dark with need. He nodded, unsure but eager to please her.
With a knowing smile, Jessica slid her panties off her legs and held them up to Robert’s face. They were soaked, the fabric clinging to her skin. She watched him, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of her like this, so open and wanton. Then she brought them to his nose, pressing them against his face.
He inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal and the stranger’s seed mingling together. It was a heady aroma, one that filled him with a confusing mix of emotions. He felt a twinge of something akin to jealousy, but it was overshadowed by the thrill of the situation, the sheer eroticism of it all. His cock stirred again, thick and insistent, betraying his mind’s hesitation.
Jessica watched him, her eyes gleaming with a power she had never felt before. She knew what she was doing to him, how she was pushing his boundaries. And she liked it. She liked that she could make him feel this way, that she could control his desires so completely. She sat down on the chair, her legs spread wide, inviting him in.
Robert sank to his knees before her, his eyes never leaving hers. He was her devoted worshipper, eager to taste what had just been claimed by another. He took the panties from her hand and brought them to his mouth, licking her essence off the fabric. The taste was salty and musky, with a hint of something else, something wild and exotic. It was like nothing he had ever tasted before.
With trembling hands, he spread her legs wider, exposing her to him. He could see the glistening of the stranger’s cum on her thighs, the slickness of her pussy that was still pulsing from the recent intrusion. He felt a strange thrill at the sight, his own arousal growing as he took in the evidence of her infidelity.
He leaned in, his tongue tracing the path the other man’s cock had taken moments before. Jessica’s legs quivered as he licked her clean, savoring the flavor that was both hers and not. He felt her hands in his hair, gripping tightly as she guided him closer to her, her hips rising to meet his mouth.
Her moans grew louder, filling the small space as he lapped at her, his tongue delving into her depths. He tasted the stranger’s cum, mixed with her own juices, and the realization that he was consuming another man’s pleasure only made him harder. His own cock was leaking precum onto the floor, leaving a sticky trail as he moved closer to her.
Jessica’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body responding to his touch with a fervor she hadn’t felt in years. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. The world outside the booth ceased to exist, replaced by the rhythm of his tongue and the pulsing need between her legs.
Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt another orgasm building. This one was different, fueled by the knowledge that she had shared herself so intimately with someone else. Robert’s hands were on her hips, holding her in place as she rode out the wave of pleasure, her cries echoing in the small, enclosed space.
When it was over, she collapsed back into the chair, her body limp and sated. Robert sat back on his heels, his mouth still wet from her. They stared at each other, their eyes filled with a new understanding.
“We should go home,” Jessica whispered, her voice shaking slightly. Robert nodded, his own heart racing. He pulled up his pants, his cock still half-hard, and helped her to her feet. She stepped into her dress, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. They left her panties where they lay, a silent testament to their shared secret.
They walked out of the booth hand in hand, the blue light of the TV flickering over their faces as the actors on the screen continued their passionate dance. The man at the counter watched them with a knowing smile, his gaze lingering on the discarded panties peeking out from beneath the door.
On the street, the rain had stopped, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet asphalt. The neon lights of the city gleamed like jewels in the puddles. Jessica took a deep breath, her head spinning. “What just happened?” she murmured, her eyes searching Robert’s.
“Something incredible,” he replied, his voice low and serious. He squeezed her hand, and she could feel the calluses from his work rough against her skin. “Something we’ll never forget.”
Jessica looked up at him, her eyes shining with excitement and a hint of nervousness. “Happy anniversary, my love,” she murmured, leaning in for a kiss. His lips met hers, tender yet demanding, a promise of what was to come.
But as she pulled away, she realized she had left her purse in the booth. “Hold on,” she told him, “I forgot something.” Without waiting for his reply, she turned and dashed back into the store, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation.
The bell jingled as the door shut behind her, and she found herself back in the aisles of the adult bookstore. The same shelves of erotic novelties watched her with knowing eyes, as if they had witnessed the birth of a new kink. She quickly made her way back to the booth, her heels clicking against the sticky floor.
As she reached the row of booths, she saw the door to theirs was still slightly ajar. She could feel the heat emanating from within, a reminder of the intense moments they had shared. She pushed it open and stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the crumpled panties on the floor.
Her purse lay where she had left it, but she couldn’t help glancing around, wondering if the stranger was still there, watching from the shadows. The only sound was the muffled moans of the film playing in the background. She scooped up her purse, feeling the weight of the forgotten condom packets inside.
With one last look at the hole in the wall, she stepped back into the hallway and let out a shaky breath. The booth’s door clicked shut behind her, sealing away their secret.
Her hand was shaking as she reached for the doorknob to the main store. It was then that she felt it, the firm grip of a stranger’s hand on her wrist. She whirled around, her heart racing, to find herself staring up into the dark eyes of a large black man.
He towered over her, his shoulders broad and powerful beneath his thin t-shirt, a stark contrast to Robert’s slim build. His head was shaved, highlighting the sharp planes of his face and the strength in his jaw. There was a ruggedness to him that sent a thrill down her spine, something primal and untamed. His skin was the color of chocolate, and she could see the muscles of his forearm flex as he held onto her.
Their eyes locked, and she knew. This was the man who had been behind her in the booth, the one who had claimed her body so fiercely. His gaze was intense, unapologetic, and filled with a hunger that matched her own. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she realized that he had watched her, had taken her, without a single word exchanged between them.
The man’s grip tightened, not in aggression but in a silent demand for her attention. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming her in the narrow hallway. She could feel his heat, smell his musk, a scent that was alien yet tantalizing. The walls seemed to close in around them, trapping them in their own little world of desire and secrets.
He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. “You liked that, didn’t you?” His voice was deep and gravelly, sending shivers down her spine.
Jessica swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the side. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice a breathless whisper. She felt a thrill of fear, but it was quickly swamped by a wave of arousal.
He released her wrist, his hand sliding down to cup her elbow instead. “Come with me,” he said, his voice a low command that she couldn’t resist.
Her heart hammered in her chest as he led her down the hall, away from the safety of the main store and into a back room. It was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of leather and musk. The walls were lined with BDSM gear, whips and chains and leather masks hanging like trophies.
He pushed her gently against the wall, his body pressing into hers. She could feel his erection, thick and insistent, through the fabric of his pants. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. “You want more, don’t you?”
Jessica nodded, unable to form coherent words. The room spun around her, her senses heightened. She had never felt so alive, so alive with lust and need.
He reached down, his hand sliding under her dress to find her wet and ready. “You’re mine,” he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. “All of you.”
And with that, he kissed her, his tongue claiming her mouth as he had claimed her body. She melted into him, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The world outside the bookstore had disappeared, replaced by the pounding of her heart and the feel of his cock against her thigh.
His hand moved between her legs, pushing against her swollen clit. He rubbed it roughly, his thumb circling the sensitive flesh as he deepened the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her legs buckling slightly.
“I want you,” she gasped, her breath hot against his cheek.
The stranger smirked, his teeth flashing white in the dim light. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise.
His finger moved from her clit through the sensitive folds of her pussy and entered her without warning. She gasped as she felt his large finger invade her but she kept eye contact with him as he explored her body for the secind time that night.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked, his finger pressing deeper inside of her. “You liked watching him taste what’s mine.”
Jessica nodded, unable to find the words to lie. The truth was, she had loved it, loved the idea of Robert consuming her with another man’s seed still inside her. It was a depraved thrill she had never even considered before, but now it was all she could think about.
The man stepped closer, his hand cupping her swollen pussy. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice a low rumble. “Say you liked it.”
“I liked it,” Jessica whispered, her eyes never leaving his. “I liked knowing he was tasting you.”
“Again,” he growled. “Say it like you mean it.”
Her pulse quickened, the excitement building. “I liked watching Robert lick your cum from me,” she said, louder this time. “I liked knowing you’d claimed me.”
The man’s grin grew wider, his teeth glinting in the dim light. “Good girl,” he said, his voice a dark rumble of approval. He slid a second finger into her, his movements rough and possessive. “Now, cum for daddy.”
Jessica’s eyes rolled back in her head as his fingers worked their magic, her body responding instinctively to his commands. The tension inside her was unbearable, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke. She felt her orgasm building, a beast demanding release.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. “Beg for it.”
Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with need. “Please, daddy, make me cum,” she whispered, the words feeling foreign and yet so right on her tongue.
He chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening. “Say it like you mean it,” he urged, his voice a low growl. “Beg for it.”
Her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps as she met his gaze. “Please,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire. “Make me cum for you.”
The man leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Again,” he demanded. “Call me daddy and beg.”
“Oh, daddy,” she whimpered, the word slipping out of her like a secret. “Please, make me cum.”
His fingers picked up their pace, his thumb pressing down hard on her clit. Jessica’s legs began to quiver, the muscles in her stomach tightening. The room swirled around her, the only thing keeping her grounded the feel of his body against hers.
“Beg,” he said, his voice a command that she couldn’t refuse. “Beg for me to let you cum.”
“Oh god,” she gasped. “Please, daddy, I need you to fill me up. I need you to make me cum.”
Her words seemed to break something within her, a dam holding back a flood of desire. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her with the force of a tempest. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
He held her up against the wall, his grip unyielding, as her climax washed over her. She felt so small, so helpless in his powerful embrace. The realization that she had just begged a stranger to use her, to make her cum, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.
As the tremors of pleasure subsided, she slumped against him, her legs like jelly. He held her upright, his hand still buried between her legs, his fingers still moving, keeping her on edge.
“Look at me,” he ordered, pulling his hand away.
Jessica’s eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him, her chest heaving. He brought his fingers to her face, the ones that had been buried inside her moments ago, and she saw her own arousal glistening on them. Without a word, she parted her lips and took the tip of his finger into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, tasting herself on him.
He watched her intently, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed his finger deeper, his knuckles brushing against her teeth. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff. “Taste how good you are.”
Her eyes closed, and she let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushing as she sucked his finger clean. The act was so intimate, so raw, that she felt a strange sense of submission, a thrill that she had never experienced with Robert. It was as if she were claiming her own desire, acknowledging her newfound kink with every lick and suck.
When he was satisfied, he pulled away, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “But now it’s time for you to go back to your cuck of a husband.”
The words stung, but Jessica couldn’t deny the truth in them. The idea of Robert waiting for her, not knowing what she had just done, filled her with a dark excitement. The stranger reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Call me when you’re ready to give yourself to me,” he said, placing the paper in her hand. She felt the imprint of a phone number, the digits stark against her palm. “And don’t forget to tell him how much you enjoyed it.”
With that, he stepped back, the shadows swallowing him up once more. The room felt cold without his touch, but her body was still on fire, craving more. Jessica took a shaky breath, tucking the paper into her purse.
As she straightened her dress and took one last look at herself, she felt a strange sense of power. She had crossed a line, done something she never thought she would. But instead of regret, she felt alive, electrified.
Walking back out to the main store, she saw Robert waiting by the counter, his eyes searching for her. She forced a smile, her heart racing. “Everything okay?” he asked, concern etched on his face.
Jessica nodded, her voice a little too bright. “Yeah, everything is fine.” She took his hand, the heat of his skin grounding her. “Let’s go home,” she said, her voice steady despite the tumultuous storm of emotions raging inside her.
The night air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the sticky heat of the bookstore. As they walked back to their car, Jessica couldn’t help but think about the stranger’s commanding gaze, his rough hands on her body. She squeezed Robert’s hand tightly, her thoughts racing.
Their anniversary night had taken an unexpected turn, one that had left her with more questions than answers. But one thing was certain: she hadn’t felt this alive in years. And as they drove home, the piece of paper with the stranger’s number burned a hole in her purse, a silent promise of darker, more exciting adventures to come.
“Robert,” she began, her voice a little shaky. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
He looked over at her, his eyes questioning in the dim light of the car. “What’s wrong?”
Jessica took a deep breath, her hand fidgeting with the strap of her purse. “Remember when I went back to get my purse?”
His gaze searched hers, the concern etched deeper. “Yeah?”
“Well…” she trailed off, her cheeks flushing. “The man… he was there.”
The silence in the car was thick, charged with unspoken desires and newfound realities. Robert’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he didn’t look away. “What happened?”
Her eyes were wide, her breath coming in short bursts. “He…he touched me.”
Robert’s knuckles turned white, but his voice remained steady. “What did he do?”
“He…he had his finger inside of me,” she whispered, the words barely audible. “While you were waiting for me.”
The car’s engine hummed beneath them, the only sound in the cabin. Robert’s eyes never left the road, but his jaw clenched. “And?”
“It was…nerve-wracking,” she admitted, her voice low. “But it was also…exciting.”
Robert swallowed, his throat dry. “How did he make you feel?”
Jessica’s eyes searched his, looking for judgment, finding only curiosity. “Alive,” she said, her voice filled with wonder. “So alive.”
He nodded slowly, his own arousal clear despite his attempt to hide it. “Did he say anything to you?”
“He told me I was his,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “And he gave me his number.”
Robert’s eyes flicked to her, then back to the road. “Do you plan on calling him?”
Her pulse quickened, her hand sliding over to rest on his thigh. “What do you think?”
He took a deep breath, his mind racing. “I think…yes.”
The car’s interior grew warmer as the tension between them grew. Jessica’s hand slid higher, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “If that’s what you want.”
Her hand closed around him, her grip firm. “I do,” she said, her voice a low growl. “But only if you’re okay with it.”
Robert took his eyes off the road for a moment, meeting her gaze. “I’m okay with it,” he said, his voice filled with a newfound authority. “But only if you’re sure.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she murmured, her hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. “I want you to watch again.”
The car’s speed remained steady, but their hearts raced together. “Okay,” Robert said, his voice a little hoarse. “Okay, we’ll do it.”
Their conversation grew more heated, their breathing faster. “I need to know you’re all in,” Jessica said, her eyes dark with lust. “That you won’t hold it against me.”
“Babe,” Robert said, his voice soothing despite the raging inferno inside him. “It’s just sex. And if it feels right, then I’m all for it.”
The words hung in the air, a declaration of acceptance and love. Jessica leaned over, her breath hot against his ear. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Robert’s hand found hers, squeezing tight. “Thank you for being honest,” he murmured back.
The rest of the drive home was a blur of excitement and anticipation. They had crossed a line, but instead of driving them apart, it had brought them closer together. The thrill of the unknown was intoxicating, and as they pulled into their driveway, the night was still young, and their adventure had only just begun.
Once inside, Jessica couldn’t wait. She pulled out her phone and sent a text to the mysterious stranger: ‘Thank you’. Her heart pounded as she awaited his response, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of her climax. She watched as the message was delivered, but no response came. She told Robert that she needed to take a shower, her voice a little shaky with anticipation.
As the water cascaded over her, Jessica couldn’t help but think about what had transpired. The way the stranger had taken her, claimed her, it was something she had never experienced before. It was raw, primal, and utterly exhilarating. Her body was still sensitive to the touch, and the hot water only heightened the sensations.
When she stepped out of the shower, a message from the stranger was waiting for her. Her breath caught in her throat as she read the words: ‘Call me daddy’. Her pulse quickened as she typed back ‘Yes, daddy’. He responded with another question: ‘Are you ready to give yourself to me completely?’ Jessica felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. ‘Yes, daddy,’ she replied.
The reply was swift and demanding. ‘Is your husband aware of this?’ She nodded to herself before typing, ‘Yes, daddy. He knows.’
‘Good girl. Give me your address. I’ll be right over.’
Her heart raced as she shared the information with him. This was really happening. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom, her skin glowing and her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Robert,” she began, her voice a mix of nerves and desire. “I texted him.”
Robert looked up from the couch, his eyes widening in surprise. “And?”
“He’s coming over,” she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “Now.”
Robert’s gaze took in Jessica’s transformed appearance. She had donned the sheer red teddy she had bought for their anniversary. Her breasts and nipples were on full display, the material floating over her bare body. The glimpse of her pussy beneath the thin fabric was almost too much for him to bear. She looked like a goddess, and the thought of her with another man was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.
“But why?” he managed to ask, his voice thick with lust.
“Because it’s what you wanted,” she said, her eyes never leaving his. “And it’s what I want too.”
Her hair was down, her makeup flawless. She was the picture of temptation, and Robert could see the raw desire in her eyes.
“You look…stunning,” Robert murmured, his voice hoarse with lust.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice a soft purr. “It’s all for him.”
The doorbell rang, sending a jolt through the room. Jessica looked at Robert, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and fear. “It’s him,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Robert nodded, his heart racing. “Okay,” he managed to say, his voice steady. “Let’s do this.”
Jessica walked to the door, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence. She took a deep breath and opened it, revealing the stranger from the bookstore. He stepped inside, his eyes raking over her body, a hungry smile playing on his lips.
Robert’s heart skipped a beat as he took in the man’s presence. He was everything he wasn’t – tall, muscular, with skin the color of midnight and eyes that gleamed with a fierce, primal desire. The stranger’s cock was already thick and hard, straining visibly against the fabric of his pants. He knew without a doubt that Jessica had felt this man inside her, and the thought filled him with a confusing cocktail of emotions.
Shame, jealousy, and arousal swirled in his gut as he watched Jessica’s eyes light up with excitement at the sight of the stranger. But it was the thrill of the unknown, the electricity of the moment that had his own cock growing in his pants. He had never felt so alive, so aware of his own desires.
The stranger stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup Jessica’s chin. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room.
Robert felt his own cock twitch at the sight, his body responding to the raw masculinity of the man before him. He knew that Jessica was his. But there was something about watching her with another man, something that spoke to a part of him he had never known existed.
“Thank you,” Jessica whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.
The man leaned in, claiming Jessica’s mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. Robert could see his hand roaming over her body, feeling her up like she was his personal plaything. And in that moment, she was.
Jessica’s eyes fluttered closed, and Robert felt a pang of something akin to loss. But it was quickly replaced by a burning need to watch, to be a part of this in some way. He knew this wasn’t just about the thrill of infidelity; it was about exploring a new aspect of their relationship, one that was filled with taboo and the dark allure of the unexplored.
When the stranger finally broke the kiss, Jessica’s eyes searched Robert’s, seeking his approval. He nodded, his throat tight with anticipation. He didn’t know where this would lead them, but he knew that he couldn’t turn back now.
The man looked over at Robert, his gaze challenging. “You know why I’m here,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I’m here to take what’s mine.”
Robert nodded again, his heart racing. “I understand,” he managed to say, the words leaving his mouth before he had fully processed them.
The stranger could see the acceptance in Robert’s eyes. “Call me sir,” his coice was deep and firm.
“Yes, sir,” Robert felt helpless in that moment. He knew he could stop this but he didnt want to.
The stranger’s smile grew, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Good,” he said, turning his attention back to Jessica. “You’re going to be a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”
Her cheeks flushed a deep red, but she nodded eagerly. “Yes, daddy,” she murmured.
Robert felt his cock throb at the sound of her submissive response to this man, this stranger who had so effortlessly taken control of her desires.
The stranger looked back over his shoulder at Robert, his grin widening. “You can watch,” he said, his tone a blend of permission and challenge. “But only if you call me sir.”
“Yes, sir,” Robert said, his voice firm despite the knot in his stomach. The title seemed to roll off his tongue with surprising ease.
Jessica led the way up the stairs, her hips swaying seductively in the red teddy. The man followed close behind, his hand firmly gripping her ass as if it belonged to him. Robert trailed them, his eyes glued to the hand that was claiming what had always been his.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Jessica’s eyes searched the room, landing on the bed. The stranger’s voice was commanding. “Take a seat, boy,” he said, gesturing to the chair in the corner.
Robert did as he was told, his cock straining against his pants as he watched the scene unfold. The stranger sat on the edge of the bed, his muscular thighs spread wide, his cock thick and hard. “Now, slut,” he said, his eyes never leaving Jessica. “Dance for me. Show me how much you want this cock.”
Jessica bit her bottom lip, a thrill of excitement shooting through her. “Yes, daddy,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry.
He turned to Robert and told him to put some mydic on for them. Robert reached for the remote, his hand shaking as he turned on the stereo. The room filled with the throb of bass-heavy music, setting a rhythm for what was to come.
Jessica stepped closer to the stranger, her eyes never leaving his. She began to move her hips in a slow, sensual circle, her breasts swaying with the motion. The fabric of her teddy was so sheer that Robert could see her hardened nipples, dark and eager.
The stranger’s hand reached out, tracing a path from her waist to her hip. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Keep going.”
Jessica closed the distance between them, straddling his legs. She began to grind herself on him, her movements growing more urgent with each passing beat. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her hands gliding across his head.
“You’re doing so well,” he said, his voice a gruff whisper. “You’re going to take my cock like the little slut you are.”
Her eyes flicked to Robert, watching him from the corner of her eye as she bent over, her ass pressing against his crotch. She could feel him through the fabric, hot and demanding. “Yes, daddy,” she whispered, her voice breathless.
The stranger’s hand slid down to her ass, squeezing firmly. “Keep going,” he encouraged. “Show me how much you want it.”
Her movements grew more erratic, her desire spiraling out of control. She threw her head back, her eyes closed, as she ground herself on his lap. She could feel Robert’s eyes on her, his gaze burning a hole in her back.
“Look at your husband, slut,” the stranger said, his hand moving to her chin, tilting her head back. “Look at how hard you’re making him.”
Jessica’s eyes snapped open, meeting Robert’s. He was indeed hard, his cock tenting his pants, his eyes glazed with desire. She felt a thrill run through her, knowing she was the one causing it.
“You like that, don’t you?” the stranger taunted. “You like knowing that you’re driving him crazy.”
“Yes, daddy,” Jessica moaned, her movements growing more frantic. “I love it.”
The stranger leaned back on the bed, his hands moving to his pants. “Take it out,” he said, his voice a command. “Show me how much you want it.”
Her hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt, her eyes never leaving his. She slid his pants down, revealing his thick, dark cock. She stared at it for a moment, feeling the heat of his desire, the power of his command.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice a gentle praise. “Now, kiss it.”
Jessica’s eyes widened for a moment, but she complied, leaning in to press her soft, warm lips against the velvety head of his cock. The stranger’s hands moved to the back of her head, guiding her movements as she began to worship him with her mouth. He groaned in pleasure, feeling her tongue dart out to lick the precum that leaked from his tip.
“Does it feel good, slut?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it so badly,” Jessica murmured, her voice muffled by his cock. “It’s so much bigger than Robert’s.”
The stranger’s grip tightened in her hair. “Keep saying it,” he demanded. “Say how much you want my big black cock.”
“I want it so much,” she repeated, her voice a desperate whine. “It’s so big and thick, daddy.”
Robert watched from his chair, his own cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he listened to Jessica’s words. The sound of her moaning and the stranger’s gruff voice filled the room, a symphony of lust and power.
“That’s right,” the stranger said, his voice a low growl. “You’re going to take it all.”
He pulled her head back, his cock slipping from her mouth with an audible pop. “Now, tell me how much you love it.”
Jessica’s eyes shone with need as she stared up at him. “I love it, daddy,” she said, her voice earnest. “It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever had.”
The stranger’s eyes flicked to Robert, the challenge in them unmistakable. “Keep going,” he told Jessica. “Tell me more.”
Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her slender fingers barely able to contain his girth. She began to pump him, her mouth hovering just above the head, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. “It’s so much bigger than his,” she moaned. “So much better.”
Robert felt a twinge of something dark and thrilling at the words, his cock pulsing in his hand. He had never seen Jessica like this, so open, so wanton. It was intoxicating.
The stranger leaned back on the bed, his cock standing tall and proud. “Keep saying it,” he instructed. “Tell me how much better I am.”
“You’re so much better,” Jessica whimpered, her eyes never leaving his. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
Her hand moved faster, her mouth closing around him again, her tongue swirling around the tip. Robert watched, his own strokes matching her pace, his breath coming in short gasps.
“Look at your husband,” the stranger said, his voice a dark thrum. “Look at how he watches you worship another man’s cock.”
Jessica’s eyes shot to Robert, and she felt a shiver of excitement run through her. “Do you like watching me, baby?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr.
Robert could only nod, his eyes glazed with desire. “Yes,” he croaked. “I love it.”
The stranger’s grip on her hair tightened. “Take it deeper,” he told her, his voice a low command. “Show me how much of a slut you are for me.”
Jessica leaned in, her mouth stretching around him, her eyes watering as she took him deeper. She could feel Robert’s eyes on her, his hand moving faster as he watched. The room was a haze of lust and need, the air thick with the scent of sex.
The stranger pulled her head back, his cock glistening with her spit. “Look at me,” he demanded, his eyes boring into hers. “Tell me you’re ready to be daddy’s slut.”
Her voice was a breathy whisper, her eyes never leaving his. “I’m ready, daddy,” she said, the words sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.
With a final squeeze of her ass, the stranger stood, his cock standing at attention. He tossed his shirt aside, his muscular chest rippling in the dim light. He climbed onto the bed, his movements fluid and powerful, like a predator claiming its prey.
“Come here,” he called to Jessica, his voice a siren’s song. She approached the bed, her legs trembling with anticipation. He patted his thighs, and she straddled him, her pussy hovering just above his cock.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, his eyes searching hers. “Once you take this, you’re mine.”
“I’m ready,” Jessica whispered, the need in her voice unmistakable. “Please, daddy. Fuck me with your big black cock.”
The stranger’s smile grew, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice a low growl.
“Please,” Jessica moaned, her voice a desperate plea. “I need it. I need your cock inside me.”
With one hand on her hip and the other guiding his cock, he positioned himself at her entrance. She felt the head nudge against her, the pressure building as she held her breath.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice harsh. “Say you’re a slut for daddy.”
“I’m a slut for you,” Jessica gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. “I’m your slut, daddy. Please, fuck me.”
With one swift thrust, he pushed into her, filling her completely. Jessica screamed, the sensation overwhelming. It was nothing like she had ever felt before, the size of him stretching her in a way that was both painful and incredible. Even in the booth he hadn’t felt this large because of the soace between them. Now she was taking his entire length inside of her tight, dripping pussy.
The stranger’s hands were everywhere, gripping her hips, her breasts, her throat. He was in complete control, and she loved every second of it. She felt Robert’s eyes on her, watching as she took this other man, and it only added to the thrill.
They began to move together, their bodies a blur of passion and lust. The stranger’s cock pistoned in and out of her, each stroke hitting her in just the right way. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to drown her in its intensity.
“Look at your husband,” the stranger said, his voice a grunt of effort. “Look at the man who let you be with me.”
Jessica opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder. Robert was there, his hand still on his cock, his eyes glazed with desire.
“Thank you, baby,” she murmured, her voice lost in the throes of pleasure. “Thank you for this.”
The stranger’s grip on her tightened, his hips pumping faster. “You’re going to cum for daddy,” he said, his voice a promise. “You’re going to show him what a good slut you are.”
And with that, Jessica threw her head back and screamed her release, her body convulsing around the stranger’s cock.
The stranger didn’t stop, his strokes growing more erratic as he chased his own climax. “You’re mine,” he grunted, his voice tight with need. “Daddy’s good little slut.”
Jessica could only nod, her body still shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by passion.
And as the stranger filled her with his seed, she knew that she was indeed his slut, for better or for worse. The world outside their bedroom door faded away, leaving only the three of them and the raw, primal need that bound them together.
Robert’s hand moved faster, his eyes glued to the sight of Jessica’s pussy stretched around the stranger’s thick cock. He had never felt so alive, so consumed by a mix of emotions: arousal, jealousy, and a strange sense of pride. As he watched her take the man’s cum, he could feel his own orgasm building, his cock pulsing in his grip.
With a final moan, Jessica collapsed onto the stranger, her body limp with exhaustion. The stranger grunted, his hips still bucking as he emptied himself into her. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing, the rhythmic throb of their hearts.
After a moment, the stranger pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He looked over at Robert, his expression one of smug satisfaction. “Your turn,” he said, gesturing to Jessica.
Robert’s eyes widened, the reality of what was happening crashing over him like a wave. He had watched this other man claim his wife, had listened to her beg for his cock, had felt the heat of his own desire as he stroked himself to the edge. Now, he was being invited to clean up the mess, to claim his place in this twisted new world.
Jessica rolled onto her stomach, her legs still trembling from the intense climax. She looked up at Robert, her eyes glazed with lust. “Do it,” she murmured, her voice a needy whine. “Lick him clean for me.”
Robert approached the bed, his legs feeling like jelly. He knelt beside the stranger, his eyes locked on Jessica’s. She watched him, her expression one of pure need. He knew that this was a test, a new boundary they were crossing together.
He leaned in, his tongue tentatively touching the man’s cock. The taste was foreign, a mix of Jessica’s sweetness and something darker, more primal. He swallowed, the salty flavor filling his mouth as he began to clean Jessica’s cum from the stranger’s shaft.
The stranger’s hand found the back of his head, guiding him, pushing him to be more thorough. Robert took the hint, his tongue swirling around the head of the cock, lapping up every drop. Jessica’s moans grew louder as she watched, her own arousal rekindling at the sight of her husband’s submission.
“That’s it,” she cooed, her hand reaching down to stroke Robert’s hair. “You’re such a good boy.”
Robert felt the last of his inhibitions fall away, his body responding to her words, to the situation, to the sheer intensity of the moment. He licked and sucked, eager to please both Jessica and this man who had claimed her so thoroughly.
The stranger chuckled, his voice a deep rumble. “You did good for your first time sucking my cock, boy. Maybe next time she can give you some tips on how to suck my cock properly.” Robert’s heart raced at the praise, his cock still hard as he worked. “But she’s still got my cum inside her. You need to clean her out.”
“Yes, sir,” Robert murmured, his eyes never leaving Jessica’s.
The stranger moved aside, allowing Jessica to shuffle up the bed. She straddled Robert’s face, her pussy just inches from his mouth, still dripping with the stranger’s cum. The sight of her, so open and vulnerable, was almost too much for him to handle. But he knew this was what she wanted, what they both needed.
“Go on,” Jessica encouraged, her voice thick with lust. “Taste what he’s done to me.”
Robert closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her thighs against his cheeks, the scent of their mingled arousals filling his nose. He stuck out his tongue, catching the first glob of cum as it fell from her pussy. The taste was familiar, a sweet mix of salt and musk that was surprisingly delicious.
The stranger watched, his cock still semi-erect, as Robert lapped at Jessica’s pussy, his tongue eagerly seeking out every drop of cum. Jessica moaned, her body already responding to the touch, her pussy clenching around the memory of the stranger’s cock.
“That’s it,” the stranger said, his voice a low purr of approval. “Show her who her real master is.”
Robert’s eyes snapped open, the words slicing through him. He felt a surge of anger, of possession, as he buried his face between Jessica’s legs. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep, attempting to reclaim her as his own. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking as she rode his face.
It was a dance of power and submission, a silent battle for dominance. And as Jessica’s body tightened again, her orgasm building, Robert knew he had won. With a final, desperate cry, she came, her pussy spasming against his tongue.
He licked her clean, savoring the taste of her juices mixed with the stranger’s cum. It was a delicious cocktail of desire and dominance, a new thrill that had him reeling.
When Jessica had ridden out her climax, she slumped down on the bed, her legs shaking. Robert pulled away, his face covered in their combined fluids. The stranger handed him a towel, his smile smug.
“You see,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You can both serve me.”
Jessica looked over at Robert, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice still thick with passion. “Thank you for sharing me.”
Robert took the towel, wiping his face with trembling hands. He knew that this was just the beginning, that they had entered a new chapter in their relationship. The idea was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
The stranger leaned back, watching them both with a knowing smile. “I’ll be waiting for your call,” he said, his voice a promise and a threat all rolled into one.
And with that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving Jessica and Robert in the aftermath of their encounter. They lay there, tangled in the sheets, their hearts racing, their bodies sated but their minds reeling.
The rain had resumed and pounded against the windows, a stark contrast to the quiet that had descended on the room. They both knew that their lives had changed, that they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But in that moment, all that mattered was the pulsing connection between them, the newfound depth of their love, and the dark, delicious secrets they now shared.