Zoe’s Secret Lust - Sex Stories

Zoe’s Secret Lust

... hesitation, no concern for me, my feelings. He calls me a slut, and he means it. No emotion, only animal lust."

"You want that?" I asked, incredulous.

"I need it." She confessed "The first time Rafe and I fucked, it was desperate, dirty. But, after that I had to play by his rules. His domination. I can't explain it, but it was not role play: I was his wanton slut. I want him to strip away all my inhibitions, my persona, and leave nothing but a raw, sexual female, his worthless sexual plaything. I want you to see it."

I was stunned. "Let me call him. You talk to him." She offered.

"I love you so much!" She said. I had doubts. My cock was rock hard.

Part of me still couldn't comprehend what was happening. Zoe grabbed my dick through my pants and picked up my mobile from the side. I noticed her pressing some buttons and before and knew it she was handing it to me. I looked down and saw that said 'calling Rafe' on the screen. 'Oh fuck!' I thought to myself, taking a breath.

"Hello?" I heard a voice say.

"Rafe, it's Zoe's husband, Pete" I said, woodenly. Zoe stroked me.

He babbled out an apology. We talked. Zoe tugged me harder. The conversation moved to Zoe, and him, I invited him over. She let me cum, shooting my load all over her tits.

A few days later, at the agreed on time, Rafe arrived, I didn't punch him in the face. I let him in. Just like that.

He stood in the doorway, I sat on a chair, sweatpants and a hoodie. Zoe reclined on the couch, in ...

... her robe. I noticed she was wearing her red stiletto heels.

"You're sure about this?" He asked, looking from Zoe to me.

"Yes" Zoe replied. I nodded, staring daggers at him.

Rafe looked over at me, and said "You should probably leave."

Zoe spoke up "I don't do anything behind Pete's back; no secrets, no hiding."

Rafe looked over at me, one eyebrow raised. "Are you sure? Did Zoe tell you what's going to happen?"

I nodded.

Rafe looked at Zoe. "If is ass leaves that chair, I'm out of here." he said, matter of factually, maybe a little scared. "Tell him."

She turned to me and started to speak. "I heard him." I said, coldly.

"Pete, if your ass leaves that chair, Rafe will stop and leave." She said, obeying him, I noticed.

Rafe affect changed, a wolfish smirk on his face. "Alright slut," he said. "Lets see what you've got for Daddy."

Zoe rose up and dropped her robe, exposing her fit, nude form, only wearing the red lingerie and stiletto heels she'd bought for him. She slowly strutted around for him, like a stripper at a dive bar. I was struck by how different she looked, I mean, she'd wear it for me and look hot, but her him she looked like a completely wanton slut. Rafe grabbed her hair roughly and kissed her, she hungrily kissed him back. He ran his hands down her sides, and in a vulgar move grabbed her pussy, making her gasp with shock. But, she pulled his head closer and kissed him with more passion, her hands running over his body, finding and ...