Saturday afternoon arrived with a thick sense of anticipation. Rick was settled into his usual spot in the living room, positioned perfectly to take in every detail of the afternoon’s events. When the doorbell rang, Holly felt a flutter of adrenaline. She had spent the last hour preparing, choosing a delicate, lace-trimmed teddy that barely contained her new, massive boobs.
She opened the door with a confident smile, greeting the man from the store. He stood there for a second, his eyes immediately dropping to the heavy, rounded swell of her chest before he could even offer a greeting.
“Right on time,” she purred, stepping back to invite him in.
She led him into the living room, where the introductions were brief but polite. The man recognized Rick from the stores, and they exchanged a few words of small talk, but the air was already heavy with what was about to happen. Rick gave a supportive nod, his eyes bright with a mix of pride and longing.
Without further delay, the “show” began.
The man reached out, sliding his hands around Holly’s waist and pulling her flush against him. He leaned in for a deep, sensual kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as the room grew quiet, save for the sound of their breathing. While they kissed, his hands went straight to work, exploring the results of her surgery. He groaned into her mouth as he filled his palms with her huge, firm breasts, kneading them through the thin fabric of the teddy.
One hand slid lower, gripping her ass and pulling her harder against his groin so she could feel his immediate reaction to her. Rick watched from his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the way Holly’s body reacted to the man’s touch, her new curves being worshiped exactly the way she wanted to be handled.
Without a word of instruction, Holly dropped to her knees, her movements fluid and practiced. She reached for his belt, unbuttoning his pants and sliding the zipper down with a steady hand. As she reached into his underwear to pull out his thick, pulsing cock, she felt a familiar flutter in her lower belly—a secret thrill remembering exactly what that same cock had done to her just a couple of days ago during their private meeting.
Rick, watching from his wheelchair, had no idea about their prior encounter. He watched with wide eyes as Holly leaned in and took the man’s cock into her mouth, working him with a skill and enthusiasm that caught Rick off guard. He knew his wife was talented, but the sheer hunger with which she worshiped the man’s cock was a revelation. She swirled her tongue around the head and plunged deep, her eyes fluttering shut as she gagged herself on his cock, her new, heavy breasts swaying with every rhythmic movement of her head.
After a long, sloppy blowjob that left the man’s cock glistening, he gently gripped Holly’s shoulders and helped her to her feet. With efficient movements, he peeled the lace teddy down her body, letting it pool at her ankles. He stepped behind her, positioning her directly in front of Rick’s chair.
Holly stood there in nothing but her ruffled panties, her back arched as the man pressed himself against her. His hard cock rubbed against the swell of her ass while his large hands reached around to claim her tits, squeezing the massive, firm mounds and teasing her nipples.
The man looked over Holly’s shoulder, locking eyes with her husband. “Are you sure this is what you want, Rick?” he asked, his voice low and heavy. “Are you sure you want to sit there and watch me fuck your wife’s brains out?”
Rick looked up at Holly. He saw the flushed cheeks, the huge smile on her face, and the desperate, wanting need in her eyes. He didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” Rick said firmly, his voice filled with a strange kind of pride. “Yes, I want you to fuck my wife right here while I watch.”
The man guided Holly to the couch, having her kneel and prop herself up with her arms braced against the backrest. He reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her ruffled panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing the small scrap of fabric directly into Rick’s lap.
For the next half hour, the room was filled with the sounds of Holly’s heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic sounds of the man worshiping her from behind. He buried his face between her thighs, alternating between licking her pussy and eating her ass with a focused intensity. As his tongue worked, he slipped two fingers deep inside her, immediately finding her G-spot and hooking down with a practiced rhythm.
Rick watched, mesmerized, as Holly’s body began to tremble. Her new massive breasts swayed heavily against the back of the couch as she arched her spine, her toes curling. It didn’t take long before she let out a shattered moan, her body bucking as her first G-spot orgasm hit, causing her to squirt a gushing stream of fluid across the cushions.
The man didn’t slow down. He kept the pressure constant, driving her through one gushing climax after another until Holly was gasping for air, her forehead damp with sweat and her makeup beginning to smudge. Her legs felt like jelly, and the sensory overload was becoming too much to bear.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice raspy from screaming through the orgasms. “I can’t… just fuck me already! Please, put your cock inside me!”
The man leaned over Holly’s arched back, his eyes locked onto Rick’s as he hovered the glistening head of his cock mere millimeters from her dripping, needy pussy. The tension in the room was suffocating.
“Do you need to move for a better view, Rick?” the man asked, his voice a low, gravelly challenge.
“I’m fine right here,” Rick managed to say, his hands gripping the arms of his chair, his eyes fixed on the point where his wife was about to be claimed by another man.
The man didn’t let up. He wanted to make sure the weight of the moment was felt. “Are you absolutely sure you want me to fuck your wife?”
Before Rick could even get the full “Yes” out of his mouth, the man surged forward. He buried his cock deep into Holly’s gash in one smooth, powerful motion. Holly let out a sharp, muffled cry against the back of the couch as her pussy was stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey.
Gripping her hips with white-knuckled intensity, the man didn’t give her a second to adjust. He immediately began to pump his cock into her body with a hard, quick rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding—a wet, rhythmic slapping—filled the quiet living room.
Holly’s new, massive tits bounced violently with every punishing thrust, her head tossing back and forth as she took the full force of him. She was a blur of motion and sound, her voice rising in a series of frantic moans that told Rick exactly how much she had been craving this. The man was relentless, driving into her with a pace that seemed designed to punish her again and again while Rick watched every inch of the intrusion.
The man reached up, winding a handful of Holly’s long hair around his fist to pull her head back, exposing her throat and forcing her to face the room. At the same time, he slid his other hand down, promptly slipping his thumb into her ass. The sudden dual invasion caught Holly completely off guard, her eyes widening as a sharp gasp escaped her lips.
Despite the shock, her body betrayed her, arching into the sensation. She continued taking the heavy, relentless pounding from the man she had chosen to be her first real partner on this hotwife journey. A fresh surge began to build deep inside Holly’s belly, tighter and more intense than the ones before. It peaked in an intense, body-shaking orgasm that had her moaning loudly into the room, her voice echoing off the walls as she shuddered against him.
The man looked over at Rick, his expression almost taunting as he maintained his punishing pace. “Your wife has a great pussy, Rick,” he growled, the words heavy with a cruel sort of honesty. “It’s a damn shame you’ll never get to be inside of it again.”
He didn’t stop there, driving his point home while Holly was still reeling from her climax. “But, the good thing for her—and for you—is that me and some of my friends can keep her satisfied for both of your sakes. She’s too much woman for just one man anyway, especially now with these tits.”
Rick sat there, the panties still in his lap, forced to absorb the reality of the man’s words while watching his wife’s face flush with a mix of shameful thrill and undeniable pleasure.
The man didn’t slow down, his thumb still buried deep and his pace increasing until Holly’s voice was hoarse from crying out. He drove her through two more back-to-back orgasms, her body shuddering and her new tits rocking with each thrust. Rick watched with a focused intensity, seeing his wife completely unraveled by the stranger.
Finally, the man’s breathing turned into a series of ragged grunts. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Holly’s pale neck, his voice a low, commanding rumble that carried across the quiet room.
“I’m close, Holly,” he growled. “Where do you want it? Do you want me to fill up your married pussy? Should I paint your face or those big new tits? Or do you want it in your mouth so you can show your husband exactly what you’ve taken before you swallow another man’s load as your husband watches you?”
Holly’s head lolled back against his shoulder, her eyes glazed with pleasure and her chest heaving. She looked over at Rick, seeing the man who loved her watching her be claimed by another, and then looked back at the man currently buried inside her.
Holly watched Rick’s face for a second, seeing the mix of devotion and arousal in his eyes, before looking back at the man currently stretching her to her limits. “Since you are already in my pussy, you may as well completely claim my pussy as your own by cumming inside of it!” she said, her voice dripping with a newfound, brazen confidence. She punctuated the demand with a sharp smile and a wink that sent a signal to the man to fuck the shit out of her!
The man didn’t take his eyes off Rick as he adjusted his grip on Holly’s hips. “I knew she would say that,” he said, his voice dropping into a dark, taunting register. “You know why, Rick?”
Rick swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife being dominated. “No… why?”
The man’s face twisted into an evil, triumphant look. “Because your wife is a dirty fucking slut, and dirty sluts always want their pussy filled with a man’s seed.”
To emphasize his point, he began to pump again—harder, faster, and more brutally than before. Holly didn’t protest; instead, she grunted with each punishing thrust, her body reacting with a primal hunger. Deep down, she was already making plans, knowing this guy’s cock was going to be a persistent guest inside of her body.
With one final, massive push, the man slammed into her; the impact sending Holly’s chest crashing into the back of the couch. He let out a low, guttural groan that vibrated through her entire frame. His big, cum-filled balls tightened and released, pouring a thick, hot torrent of semen deep into Holly’s married pussy.
Holly’s head snapped back, her eyes rolling as she felt the flood of semen flowing into her. “FUCK YEAH!” she exclaimed, her voice raw, desperate. “Shoot your load into me! Fill my pussy!”
She stayed pinned against the couch, the man still buried deep and pulsing inside her as the silence returned to the room, broken only by the sound of their heavy, synchronized breathing and the sight of Rick, motionless in his chair, witnessing someone other than him cumming inside of his wife.
The man finally pulled back, the sound of his withdrawal wet and heavy. As he slid out, a thick stream of his cum escaped her pussy, dripping slowly onto the couch and the floor right in front of Rick’s chair. Holly didn’t care about the mess; she turned around, her skin glowing, and wrapped her arms around the man’s neck. She pulled him into a deep, lingering kiss before pulling back with a wild look in her eyes.
“THAT,” she breathed, her voice raspy, “fucking… rocked.”
While Holly dashed off to the kitchen to grab some water and use the bathroom, the man stood there in the living room, completely naked and unbothered. He looked at Rick, who was still processing the intensity of what he’d just seen.
“I gotta tell you, Rick,” the man said, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead. “Your wife can handle a serious fucking. She’s a natural. Most women would have tapped out after the first twenty minutes, but she just kept begging for more.” He almost let it slip—almost mentioned how she was just as hungry a few days ago—but he caught himself just in time, keeping their little secret safe for now.
Holly returned a moment later, handed each of them a cold bottle of water, and wiped a stray drop from her lip. She looked down at the man’s dick; even after that massive release, he was still half-hard, pulsing with a stubborn energy.
“So,” she said, her eyes dancing with mischief. “How about a round two?”
The man let out a smirk, taking a long pull of his water. “If you hadn’t run off to the bathroom and had just stayed down there to suck the rest of my load out, we’d already be into round two,” he teased.
“Oh, is that how it is?” Holly said with a playful challenge.
She didn’t hesitate. She dropped quickly to her knees right there in the middle of the living room. She used her tongue to clean the lingering juices—her own and his—off the length of his cock, preparing him for the next round. Then, she opened wide and took him back into her mouth, sucking with a renewed enthusiasm that made the man’s half-hard cock snap back to full, iron-like tension in no time.
Rick leaned back in his chair, his water bottle forgotten, watching his wife’s head move back and forth as she worked to get the man’s cock ready for another session of claiming her body, as his.
“How about we stick it up your ass for this one?” he asked, his voice eager to wreck her butthole.
“OK! I will be right back,” Holly chirped, scurrying off toward the bedroom with a focused mission.
A couple of minutes later, she returned, clutching a bottle of high-end lube. She didn’t wait to be told; she took up her previous position on the couch, but this time she pushed her chest even lower against the cushions, arching her back until her ass was thrust high into the air. She reached back with both hands, pulling her cheeks open wide to present her tight, puckered butthole directly to him—and to Rick’s front-row view.
The man took the bottle and began to lube himself up thoroughly, then applied a generous amount to her. “You ready for this?” he asked, his eyes roaming over her exposed curves.
Holly took a few exaggerated deep breaths, playing the part of the nervous novice. “Yes… just take it easy. It’s been a while since I’ve done anal,” she lied through her teeth. In reality, she could still feel the phantom ache from when he had claimed that same hole just forty-eight hours prior, but she knew she had to keep up the act for Rick’s sake.
The man moved in close, taking one of her hips in his hand. He placed the thick, lubed head of his cock right at her poop chute. He didn’t rush. He began to push slowly, the tip of his cock beginning to stretch the tight ring.
Rick watched from his chair, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrests. He had never seen his wife take a man this way, and the sight of her being so open and vulnerable to this guy was almost too much to process. Holly let out a long, low breath as she felt herself begin to give way, her body blooming around the intrusion as he drove deeper into her forbidden territory.
With each steady, relentless push, his cock slipped deeper into the tight, unyielding exit of her until his pelvis was pressed firmly against the back of Holly’s thighs. He didn’t give her a second to catch her breath. Reaching up, he wound a handful of her blonde hair around his fist, pulling her head back to a painful, sharp angle as he began to pump his cock in and out of her asshole.
Holly was reeling. The combination of the intense stretch and the sharp, localized pain made her head swim. Her breathing became labored, coming in ragged, frantic gasps. The only thing she could manage to choke out as he bottomed out inside her was a rhythmic, breathless, “Fuck… fuck… fuck…”
He didn’t let up. He planted both hands firmly on her hips, using his strength to anchor her as he picked up a steady, punishing pace. The sound of his skin slapping against her ass cheeks was loud and wet in the living room.
He looked over at Rick, his face flushed with exertion and a predatory grin. “Goddamn,” he grunted, the words punctuated by the force of his thrusts. “Your wife’s asshole feels so good. She’s hugging my cock like a glove.”
He let out a dark laugh, looking Rick right in the eye while he continued to plow into her. “Thanks for letting me use this slut as my personal cock sleeve. She was built for this.”
Holly’s tits swung beneath her, her body vibrating with every impact. She was completely at his mercy, her “innocent” act long gone as she surrendered to the raw, dirty reality of being used exactly how she wanted to be.
The man gripped Holly’s hips and hauled her off the couch, guiding her to her knees on the floor directly between Rick’s legs. He wanted her positioned right in front of the wheelchair, forcing Rick to look directly down at the fucking his wife’s asshole was taking.
“He needs a better view of this,” the man growled, his voice thick with dominance. He looked up at Rick, challenging him. “Don’t you, Rick? You should get a front-row seat to my cock plowing your wife’s asshole. You need to see how wide she stretches for me.”
He didn’t tease her this time; he leaned his weight forward and, with one ruthless, bone-deep push, buried his entire cock back into Holly’s guts.
Holly let out a strangled cry, her forehead resting in one hand. The proximity was overwhelming. Rick was so close now that he could smell everything—the sharp scent of the lube, the man’s sweat, and the raw, heavy aroma of the sex they’d been having for the last hour.
He didn’t waste a second. He began to pound her again, his cock disappearing and reappearing in a rhythmic, wet blur in front of Rick’s eyes. Every time he bottomed out, the wheelchair vibrated slightly from the force of the impact. Holly’s eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth gritted as she took the unrelenting punishment, her breath turned to a grunt every time the man’s pelvis slapped against her.
“Look at her, Rick,” the man commanded, picking up the speed until his thrusts were nothing but a frantic, heavy thudding. “Your wife can sure take a cock. She’s loving every inch of this.”
Holly’s back arched so sharply that her spine looked like a bow, her fingers digging into the carpet in front of Rick’s wheelchair. “I’m… I’m going to cum!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with the sheer intensity of it. A second later, a long, loud “OOOHHH GGooDDD!” tore from her throat as her entire body began to convulse from head to toe.
The timing was perfect. Her internal muscles, especially her tight, scorched asshole, gripped down on his cock with a frantic, pulsing strength. That rhythmic squeezing was the final straw. The man’s face contorted, his eyes darkening as he reached his peak.
He lunged forward, pushing as deeply into her as humanly possible. With a guttural groan, he pumped his second massive load of the day deep into Holly’s round ass. He stayed there for a moment, his body shuddering as he emptied his balls into her married asshole.
Finally, he exhaled a heavy, satisfied breath. He looked down at Holly, who was slumped on the floor, her breath coming in shallow and rapid. Then, he looked directly at Rick, a mocking, triumphant glint in his eyes.
“Fuck yeah, Holly,” he panted. “You took that like a true buttslut. I don’t know why you told me you don’t do anal much—you were sure as hell made for it.”
He slowly withdrew, the sound of his exit wet and unmistakable in the quiet room. He stood over them, towering and dominant, while Rick sat there with his wife’s head now resting on his knees, staring at the evidence of the man’s claim dripping from his wife’s body.
The man reached down and hauled Holly up from the floor, her legs shaking so badly she could barely find her footing. He gave her a pat of approval on her ass and flashed a predatory grin. “Amazing job, Holly. Truly.”
He wrapped his hand around Holly’s waist, looking towards Rick, who was still sitting in the shadow of the afternoon’s sun. “I think we need to step this up a notch,” he said, his voice serious.
He turned his full attention to Holly, ignoring Rick for a moment. “How do you feel about a gangbang? I’ve got a group of guys—solid, hung, who would love nothing more than to spend an afternoon or an evening treating you like a true slut. Every hole filled, no breaks, just total use. What do you think? You want to give it a go?”
Instinctively, Holly’s eyes flickered toward Rick, looking for a sign or permission. But the man stepped into her line of sight, blocking her view of her husband. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look only at him.
“No,” he rumbled. “This isn’t up to him. This isn’t about what he wants to watch. This is about what YOU want to do. Do YOU want to be gangbanged, Holly?”
The room went deathly quiet. Rick held his breath, watching his wife stand there naked, covered in another man’s cum, facing the ultimate threshold of her new life. Holly didn’t blink. She looked the man directly in his eyes, her chest heaving, and gave the only answer that felt right in her new, empowered body and lifestyle.
“Yes.”
The man smiled, “A true slut.” He looked over at Rick and winked. “You heard that, Rick. Your wife wants to be gangbanged. Better clear the calendar for next weekend. I will get it arranged.”
As the man had pulled on his clothes, the air reeked of sex. He didn’t just leave; he left Holly with a promise. Leaning in close, he’d whispered, “Come by the counter and let me know if you want to fuck again this week,” he’d said with a smirk. The kiss he planted on her then wasn’t polite; it was deep, possessive, and hungry, leaving Holly’s knees feeling like water all over again.
Now, Holly stood in the center of the room, naked and glistening, with Rick watching her from his chair. The silence was heavy, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—it was charged. She looked down at the ruffled panties still sitting in Rick’s lap, then back up at her husband.
“Well,” Holly breathed, her voice still a little shaky as she brushed a stray hair from her face. “I guess we’re going to need more towels for next weekend.”
Rick looked at his wife—at her soft skin, her heavy, aching breasts, and the unmistakable glow of a woman who had been thoroughly fucked. A slow, supportive smile spread across his face. He couldn’t give her what that man just did, but seeing her this alive, this desired, gave him a different kind of thrill.
Holly walked over and sank onto the arm of his wheelchair, leaning her head against his shoulder. Her journey as a hotwife had officially moved past the point of no return, and as she closed her eyes, she was already imagining the “full house” that was coming for her next.
