The 20th high school reunion ballroom was packed with nostalgia and alcohol. I stood by the bar nursing a whiskey, watching my wife Sarah move through the crowd like a predator in heels.
At 38, Sarah was still stunning — curvy hips, full D-cup tits, and an ass that made men stare. But at home she had become completely frigid. Nine long months without sex. Every time I tried to touch her, she turned cold and said the same thing: “Not tonight.”
Then Jake Thompson walked in.
Sarah’s old high school crush. Star quarterback. Tall, muscular, still ridiculously handsome. The moment their eyes met across the room, I saw it — pure animal lust flash across my wife’s face. Her nipples hardened instantly under her tight black dress.
I felt a strange mix of jealousy and arousal twist in my gut… and my cock started to swell.
I walked over and casually introduced myself. Jake shook my hand while his eyes stayed glued to my wife’s cleavage.
Throughout the night, they flirted shamelessly. Jake kept touching her lower back, whispering in her ear. Sarah was giggling like a schoolgirl, blushing, biting her lip. I hadn’t seen her this turned on in years.
While Sarah went to freshen up, I pulled Jake aside.
“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” I asked quietly.
Jake didn’t hesitate. “More than anything.”
“Good,” I said, heart pounding. “Because she hasn’t let me touch her in nine months. She’s cold and boring in bed with me… but she’s dripping for you. So here’s the deal — you can have her tonight. Fuck my wife as hard as you want. I want to watch.”
Jake grinned like a shark. “You’re a fucking pervert… I love it. Let’s do it.”
When Sarah returned, I told her I’d booked us a room upstairs because I’d had too much to drink. She agreed.
What she didn’t know was that Jake was following us.
Hotel Room 1428
The second the door clicked shut, Jake grabbed Sarah and slammed her against the wall, kissing her like he owned her. She moaned into his mouth, hands frantically pulling at his shirt.
I sat in the armchair in the corner, cock already rock hard.
Jake unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet. Sarah stood there in nothing but a tiny black lace thong and matching bra. Jake ripped the bra off, exposing her heavy tits, then yanked her thong down roughly.
“Look at this married pussy,” he growled, sliding two thick fingers between her legs. “Fucking soaked. Your husband hasn’t been taking care of you, has he?”
Sarah whimpered, shaking her head. “No… he hasn’t fucked me in months.”
Jake laughed and pushed her onto the king-sized bed on all fours, facing me. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her cunt, eating her like a starving man. Loud, wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the room as he devoured my wife’s pussy.
Sarah was losing control. “Oh my fucking God… Jake… yes! Eat my pussy!”
Her moans were louder and filthier than anything I’d heard from her in our entire marriage. Within minutes she came hard, squirting all over Jake’s face while staring straight into my eyes.
Jake stood up, dropped his pants, and pulled out a thick, veiny cock — noticeably bigger and thicker than mine. Sarah’s eyes widened with lust.
He rubbed the fat head up and down her dripping slit, teasing her.
“Beg for it,” he demanded.
“Please Jake… please fuck me. Fuck me harder than my husband ever could.”
Jake slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah screamed in pleasure as he buried every inch inside her married cunt.
He fucked her like an animal — hard, deep, relentless. The sound of his heavy balls slapping her clit echoed through the room. Sarah’s tits bounced violently with every thrust.
“Tell him the truth,” Jake growled, yanking her hair so she had to look at me.
Sarah’s eyes were glassy with lust. “I’m sorry baby… his cock feels so much better. He’s so fucking big… he’s stretching me out!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my cock out and started stroking furiously as I watched my wife get destroyed.
Jake flipped her onto her back, spread her legs obscenely wide, and pounded her missionary style. The view was perfect — his thick cock slamming in and out of her pink, stretched pussy.
Sarah came again, screaming, her body shaking. Jake didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, then suddenly pulled out.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
Sarah obeyed instantly. Jake shoved his cock down her throat and started face-fucking her. Saliva poured from her mouth as she gagged and drooled all over his balls.
After a few minutes he pulled out and flipped her back onto all fours.
“Tell your husband what you want,” he said.
Sarah looked at me, mascara running, face flushed. “I want Jake to cum inside me… I want him to fill my married pussy.”
That sent me over the edge. I came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum all over my hand while watching Jake slam into my wife one final time.
With a deep groan, Jake buried himself balls-deep and unloaded. Sarah screamed as he pumped load after load of thick cum deep into her womb. When he finally pulled out, a huge river of his cum poured from her gaping pussy onto the sheets.
Sarah collapsed, panting, legs still spread.
But Jake wasn’t done.
He looked at me with a wicked smile. “Round two?”
Sarah lifted her head, eyes still hungry. “Yes… please.”
Round Two
Jake made her get on top this time. Sarah straddled him reverse cowgirl, facing me. She reached down, lined up his still-hard cum-covered cock, and sank down on it with a long moan.
She rode him like a whore — bouncing hard, grinding her clit against him, her tits jiggling wildly. Jake’s cum was leaking out around his cock with every thrust.
“Look at your wife,” Jake taunted me. “She’s creaming all over my dick.”
Sarah reached down and rubbed her clit furiously while riding him. “I’m such a dirty slut… I love his cum inside me.”
I was hard again already.
Jake suddenly grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her brutally. Sarah screamed, cumming again, her pussy squirting all over his balls.
He flipped her into missionary again, put her legs on his shoulders, and fucked her even harder. The wet squelching sounds of his cum-filled pussy were obscene.
“Tell him whose pussy this is now,” Jake demanded.
Sarah looked straight at me, eyes glazed with pleasure. “It’s Jake’s pussy now, baby… he owns it.”
I came a second time just from her words.
Jake roared and flooded her pussy again, pumping even more cum deep inside her. When he pulled out, Sarah’s cunt was a wrecked, gaping, cum-filled mess.
She crawled over to me on shaky legs, kissed me deeply with the taste of sex still on her tongue, and whispered:
“Thank you for letting him fuck me… I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”
Then she looked back at Jake, who was already getting hard again.
“Stay the night?” she asked him.
Jake smirked. “Only if your husband watches me fuck you all night long.”
Sarah smiled wickedly.
“Yes, Daddy.”
