Zoe’s Secret Lust - Sex Stories

Zoe’s Secret Lust

... eager to see how far she would take it. I did learn that the things she did and said to me, she really responded to when I turned things around and said them to her, making her crawl, wear sexy outfits while we ate, or drove her in the car nude in public, suggesting she or I would seduce or whorish fuck some random stranger.

One night, I was kind of aroused, and she was obviously in the mood for sexy times, so I just kind of pushed the domination thing.

"Make my fucking dinner you slut." I barked. "And where is Rafe's favorite black lingerie and heels!" I'm not sure why I said that, but she jumped up to change. I guess I was still hurt that she enjoyed fucking Rafe, and admitted as much. I tried not to think about it too much but every once in a while it came out. "You dressed like a slut for him, do it for me!"

She dressed in that lacy black lingerie, and her black stiletto heels, almost nude, but the outfit made her look more vulnerable. She strutted around the kitchen like a dancer at a strip club. I gawked at her, shamelessly enjoying her show.

She busied herself in the kitchen, making dinner while I was relaxing on the couch with a beer she offered me. I watched her from the living room, that outfit looked amazing on her. I took a few photos with my phone, it just seemed hotter, more voyeuristic, more taboo. I mean, she let Rafe do it.

She saw me snapping pics, and tried to cover up. "If you try to hide, I'll post every one of these online! Now, ...

... show me the slut you are!"

She smiled, and lowered her hands, her magnificent tits fully exposed. "Dinner, Slut! Now!" I commanded.

She served me dinner and I sat down to eat, all the time notching up the tension by making remarks about her slutty appearance.

I can't describe how hot it was having my wife Zoe serve me like that, and she was really getting into it.

When I finished, she knelt down by my lap, massaging my hardening dick through my pants. I reached over and pulled out a box I'd been saving.

I opened it, showing it to her. It was a dildo, a large one. Her eyes grew wide.

"This is "Rafe." I said. "Tonight, we're both going to fuck you!"

"Rafe" was actually a strap-on dildo. From memory, I tried to find one that equaled the real Rafe, but then added a little because: fuck him. The strap held it close to where it should be on me, and it was hollow so I could insert my own fleshy junk into it, although I suspected I'd get little pleasure from any stimulation on my end. But, this was about Zoe. Tonight, I'd be Rafe for her.

I stripped down right there in the kitchen and put it on. Zoe's mouth hung open in shock, watching me stroke my new larger meat and strut around the kitchen like a quarterback after a touchdown, flexing and posing. I have to admit, the heavy feel and size of the dildo was intoxicating, it felt powerful to have a tool this size, I found myself admitting, a little shamefully.

I stood in front of Zoe, commanding her "Suck ...