The Gift - Sex Stories

The Gift

... wouldn't be some romanticized menage-a-trois. My husband would not be gentle with you or kind, really, he will use you. He will use whatever hole suits him at that time. He may leave your holes gaping and your lungs gasping for air. Or you may be treated like nothing but a fucktoy, a breathing fleshlight, your holes used to jack off into and nothing less. Is that what you want?"

I could tell by the look in her eyes that was what she was looking for. Her voice was low and filled with desire, "yes."

"Are you sure? Because what I don't want is some sobbing, sniveling woman showing up a couple of days later regretting her decision to be treated like a depraved whore and demanding and threatening things. That wouldn't be fun for me would it?"

She shook her head, "I know what I want. I want to be your slut, fuck holes for your husband, and a toy for both of you. I've thought about this a lot. When I fantasize about us altogether that's what it's like. I'm looking to get fucked and I want to get fucked by the both of you."

I stared at her for a moment longer before nodding my head, "then let's go. You can follow me."

The look of excitement on the woman's face made me smile again.

"Oh by the way, my name is.."

I put up a hand to stop her, "I don't need to know your name whore."

She seemed to shudder with those words and I was happy to see that reaction come from her.

Once we got to the house, we played a little; kissing, licking, touching, but I would ...

... stop her before she orgasmed, wanting her built up and ready for my husband to come home. I left her on the bed with strict instructions not to touch while I made dinner and waited for the arrival of my husband.

My focus goes back to what is happening and I smile as I see the woman take my husband into her mouth. I get closer kissing her cheek. I move my lips to her ear as I firmly press the back of her head. I whisper, "more. There you go, you look so pretty with a mouth full of cock."

I hear her moan before my husband's hand comes down on mine and presses her more towards him. His hips are pumping in a slow, hard fashion. He keeps his cock in the back of her throat and the sounds of her trying to breathe around him make my already throbbing pussy throb harder.

I whisper again, "Be good, relax."

I feel the tension in her body release and move a hand toward her pussy. I begin to rub slowly. She sputters as she tries to moan, sending spit flying around my husband's cock. I smile and moan. I slip one finger into her and smile, "what a nice wet cunt." She tries to moan again as I slip another finger in, keeping my movements in time with my husband's. She squirms as I slip another one of my long fingers into her fuck hole, "what a good whore taking three fingers." I look up at my husband and he smiles and nods as I begin to move my fingers opening her up for the last one to go into her. She squirms some more and spreads her legs apart further. I moan, "look at you all ...