How I learned my husband is a cuck -part 7

We fucked passionately against the wall for what felt like hours. I honestly don’t know how long it was but it felt so amazing I didn’t want it to stop. He lead me to orgasm on my hands and knees on the floor. The thrusts going in and out as I backed my ass into his pelvis. My head was pushed into the floor now, his hand on my right cheek holding the other half of my face against the carpet.

I kept looking at the large mirror on the wall next to where we were. I moaned louder as I tried to inch my body forward so that we would show up in the mirror. I wanted to see this, wanted to see what it looked like to have him fucking me so forcefully; was I taking it like a good dirty wife? Would the sight of my large ass backing into him and jiggling bring me to a second orgasm?

I began squirming forward even more, almost crawling while his stiff cock went deep inside of me. I was so close to being in front of the mirror, where I could see how it looked. “He could see my ass backing into him from his POV, I should be able to see it too” I thought to myself.

Just as my face was about to get in view of the mirror he grabbed me by elbows and lifted me off the floor. “No” I said softly. He stood me up, fondling my breasts again as my back was pulled against his chest. He cupped my breasts tightly squeezing both nipples. His still hard cock rested between my ass cheeks. I could feel my own juices being spread up and down my crack as he kissed my neck.

My whole body was trembling, I was getting close to another orgasm and he wasn’t even inside of me. Tilting my head back toward him, I rested my forehead against his jaw. My eyes rolled up, making contact with his. The way he looked at me made me feel sexy again. I again repeated “no, no, please. On the floor”. His hand traveled from my nipple slowly up my body. My heart pounded as I felt his fingers cross over it. Now at the bottom of my neck I could feel his fingers begin to wrap around my neck.

“On the floor again. Please” I managed to muster out in between two long moans. His hand tightened around my neck, the other hand was now rising to meet it. As it met his other hand they both began softly caressing my throat. “A big stiff cock, right down in here” he whisperer in my ear. I moaned loudly, uncontrollably. I don’t think I’ve made that loud of a sound during sex ever in my life. “A big cock in my throat is exactly what I need” I thought to myself. I couldn’t yet say it aloud to him, the good wife in me just wouldn’t say it.

But he knew, he knew how turned on I got when he said that. As I moaned with my head still tilted back resting against his I reached behind and began fondling his balls. “How big do you need it?” he said just before biting my ear. “As big as yours” I said under my breath. His fingers tightened around my throat.

“How BIG do you want it?” he said as he kissed my cheek and gripped my throat. I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t know how big of a cock I wanted. But the picture from that guy, that seemed quite big. “Yes, a cock that size would do” I thought privately to myself. “10 inches should be enough to fill this slutty milf throat don’t you think?”

I agreed “y-yes. That would be quite nice”. “Quite nice”? I thought to myself. No that would be fucking perfect. I closed my eyes and imagined it. The big cock that was sent to my phone. I imagined it deep in my throat, while i fondled the balls with my hand.

I felt his grip tighten around my throat even more. “Where do you want the big cock? In here?” he deeply said into my ear as his tight squeeze around my throat began to loosen. “Yes” I moaned out as his left hand slid down to my body. He grabbed my pussy with force. Not so much force that it hurt but enough force that it was as if he were claiming it. “Or in here?” He said as slid two fingers inside of my soaking wet pussy. “Mmmmmm” I moaned.

Yes, that’s where I wanted it. That rock hard young cock from the text message. My eyes still closed, I imagined it being pushed up against my lips. Ready to spread them open and go deep inside of my naughty cunt. I wanted that cock inside of me, but I couldn’t tell him that, I didn’t want him to know I was craving another man’s big dick inside of me. Inside of HIS pussy.

He threw me down face first onto the bed. My ass hung over the edge with my legs angled toward the ground. I’m too tall to bend at a 90 degree angle on the bed, I was more at about 45 degrees. I felt his hands firmly groping my ass as I kept my eyes closed and bit down on the linen sheets. Releasing the sheets from my mouth I mumbled out “take me. Take your big ass wife right now”.

*SLAP. his hand smacked against my rear and I could feel my ass cheek jiggle. “Take my big FAT ass wife right now?” he said in a very deep and controlling voice. “Yyes master, take my big ass”. “Your big FAT ass I said” he repeated in a more dominating tone. I was so wet, so turned on, still picturing that other man’s cock with my eyes closed.

“My big FAT ass. Yes baby. Fuck your fat wife right in her big thick ass.” I surprised myself when I honored his wish and repeated those words. “Fat ass” why would he make me say that I thought to myself. He knew I was self conscious about my larger posterior. I wouldn’t describe myself as a fat woman, but I’m not as skinny and fit as I used to be either.

Why was he degrading me like this? Furthermore, why was it making me so FUCKING hot? I’d never been spoken to like this before and it made me feel even more desired than ever before. In my mind now as I think back on that I’m not even sure it makes sense. Why was I getting off on being talked down to? I can’t explain it, it’s just in the heat of the moment, my deepest darkest desires were trying to surface. The desire to be a fucktoy, a dirty worthless fuck toy. My husbands personal whore.

Was that the extent of my desire? To be my husbands personal whore to degrade, or did I want more? Did I want him to loan me out, make other men have their way with me? Oh god, my cunt was so wet thinking about all of this. I’ve never been a squirter, never experienced that kind of orgasm before. But I felt like I was about to explode, to squirt all over our mattress.

I was so deep in all these dirty thoughts that it wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized the cock inside my wet pussy was not my husbands. It was bigger. MUCH bigger.

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