The sweat on her husband’s forehead. His rolled up sleeves. His slightly open mouth as he put the full force of his strength into taking this woman they mutually desired. Ken was never as sexy as he was now, when he put his sexual prowess and display to his wife. He could have almost any woman he tried to seduce. They all wanted him, once he got their attention. But it’s me he married. Lana pulled her sweater out of her black miniskirt so she could push her hand beneath and stroke a nipple.
“That’s right,” she snarled, leaning down so Grace could hear anything over her cries. Being on the receiving end of Ken’s cock had that effect on women. “That’s my husband fucking you. How does it make you feel knowing you’ve given yourself to a married man? Does it make you feel good? Does it make you want to come? Do you want him to come inside you?”
Grace shook her head wildly, black hair flinging this way and that as she rode Ken’s cock. Did that mean yes or no? Who cared? Lana could have cackled.
“Fuck that pussy, baby.” Lana put her hand on Ken’s abdomen, feeling his muscles work as he pounded another woman. “Is it as wet as it looks?”
He grunted in the affirmative.
“I knew it. Keep going. I want to see your cum drip out of her cunt.” This time she did laugh, taking her turn to spank Grace’s ass. “Because he ain’t the first one to do that this month, is he, slut? How many men have you fucked this month?”
Her crazed voice roused Grace from her stupor. Her eyes were still glazed over, but a word managed to sound in the air. “Five!”
“Five? Five men? Goodness, you really are a slut. How many of them came inside you?”
She moaned heavily, her breasts shaking from the impact of Ken’s thrusts as she rode out a sudden, quick orgasm. “None of them!” she cried. “I only do that with you!”
“Good answer.” That was another perk to being a patron. Condomless sex. Fill this woman’s cunt up with cum, Husband. “Because my husband is the only man who should get those honors.”
Lana was content to watch this play out. The more she thought about her husband claiming this woman, the more she liked the idea. My virile husband. How many women could say they had a man as adventurous as hers? Lana was able to forget her jealousy long enough to kiss Ken’s cheek and lightly tongue his ear.
She didn’t know what she did. Maybe it was the tongue thing. Maybe it was giving him too much attention. Before she knew it, however, Ken pulled out of Grace and turned on his wife.
“Mmf!” Lana went down on the bed, her skirt hiked up around her waist and her silk underwear tearing toward the floor. Her legs opened on their own accord. The room grew dark as her eyes slammed shut. Her hand smacked against Grace, only a few inches away.
“Shut up.” That harsh, domineering command flicked a switch in Lana’s brain. She came in here, intent on taking over the room and directing all sexual activity. And now her husband was tossing that plan upside down. “She’s not the only loose woman around here.”
Oh no, he’s speaking my language. Literally. Figuratively.
“Tell me, Lana.” Whatever fueled Ken was now fueling Lana, who bent in sexual submission before her master. “Tell me you want it.”
She whimpered, suddenly aware of how she looked in front of the mistress. There goes my Domme credibility tonight. “I want it, sir.”
Ken flipped her over, forcing her nose against Grace’s wet thigh. The heavy scent of a woman’s arousal smacked Lana in the face. Oh my God. So heady. So heady. The feminine aroma made her even more submissive – although her husband spreading her legs open and stretching her pussy with the head of his cock helped. “Eat her. We’re taking you, Lana.”
Grace laughed in the background. It had to be the background. Because she was so, so far away.
Whenever this happened – whenever Lana entered her submissive headspace, even if she was whiplashing from the Domme one – she felt no desire to do anything. Except obey.
So when her husband, the man who possessed her as his for all eternity, told her to pleasure another woman, she did it without hesitation.