I kneel, naked, sandwiched between my wife and her lover.
I am their bauble, their plaything, their muse.
Smirking, she spreads my buttocks. I feel his hardness pressing against my ring.
I look adoringly, beseechingly into my wife’s eyes; watch her teasing smile as she nods, and moan as he slides his forbidding length deep inside me.
“You love it, don’t you?” she enquires smugly. Knowingly.
“Yes,” I croak.
“Now you belong to him,” she giggled. “And you’re our bitch.”
I whimper.
“Cum for me, bitch,” she coos.
I can’t help myself. As he stretches and pounds me, I comply.
