My wife is everything I want. Strong and feminine and dominant. I am hers to have and take.
Ever since she took this new job she’s been working such long hours. She has been distant and I’ve barely seen any of her and so I know there is something missing. I know there is something I should know about.
I can’t bare to look but I have to. I have to sneak in after hours and follow those sounds. I have to watch them together.
Her and all three of them, embracing each other and so much more. They’re not holding back, their muscular bodies giving her so much more than I ever could. They’ve made her into someone else.
They’ve made her theirs.
She’s on her knees for them and she’s letting them take her. Dominated by their muscular bodies and their forceful orders. Giving herself to them in a way she never gave herself to me.
She has become submissive to them, and I can’t help but watch.
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They were using her, much in the same way as she had used me for her pleasure they were using her now. Issuing her blunt orders and calling her names, telling her what sort of woman she was, to do this to all three of them at the same time.
I wish I could say I winced at the sounds of the words. I wish I could say that when they called her slut and whore I found an urge to agree or a desire to defend her. I wish that I could say I had any reaction other than the one that I had because the one that I had is so shameful I can barely admit it.
I was hard for her.
Watching her take them and please them. Watching them dominate and break her and make her theirs was so enticing to me. It was the start of something new, of a strong and desperate fetish that I couldn’t ignore.
I wanted to watch.
Pam is the strongest woman I know, physically and mentally and intellectually. She has an indomitable spirit that cannot be broken, or so I thought.
To see someone who is the pinnacle, the very paragon of strength reduced to a slobbering whore on her knees is something else. It made me surge with desire. It froze me in place and let a blush rise in my cheeks as I realized that against my best intentions I wouldn’t be intervening here. I wouldn’t be doing anything but standing stock still and watching them take my wife.
They moved her quickly, one of the men pulling her off his mouth with a gruff tug and slapping her cheek with his cock while she moaned with lewd desire.
“You want this slut?” he asked her, “Do you want my fucking cock?”
“Yes,” she moaned, “I need it!”
“Where do you want it?” he needled, “Where do you need it?”
Her confession was laced with desperation, “In my mouth. In my pussy. In my fucking ass. Anywhere you want I just need it inside of me.”
“Good whore,” he cooed, “Good whores can’t say no.”
With his hands in his hair, he dragged her across the ring and grabbed a stool from the side of it. He flipped her up and over it while she moaned yes and he buried his cock into her from behind.
His thrusts were short and sharp. Quick and forceful thrusts that left her bouncing on his cock.
I watched the whole thing in enraptured awe, seeing the glistening quiver of their muscular bodies as the other two men walked up to the front of her.
All four of them were so hard and firm. So built and defined. So ready they were quivering on the edge of something big.
The two men took turns with her mouth, filling and thrusting their cocks between her lips. They fucked her mouth with near reckless abandon, pounding into her lips and forcefully taking her hole so that by the time they gave her the brief respite between cocks she was gasping and moaning for more.
Over and over again until the man behind her grasped her hips and pulled her back and away from them. His hips beat a furious rhythm as he pounded out past his end, roaring into his climax until just as he was ready he pulled back out of her and spun her around to spill his seed all over her chin and breasts.
He sighed with relief and fell back into the corner of the boxing ring. My wife got no such moment of rest.