In a lot of ways I was never enough of a man for her. I was soft and fuzzy, her comfortable teddy bear when what she craved was something hard and strong.
Working as a mechanic seemed like an odd choice to a lot of people. My wife was beautiful enough to be a model but she loved cars and wanted a job in a shop. She was denied for so long that I didn’t question it when she finally got a position.
They have a bigger plan than having her work on cars. They want more from her than I ever thought possible.
I’d never been to the shop because she asked me not to go. When I finally made my way there while she was working late what I saw shocked me. Not one but four of her coworkers, all of them hard and fierce and unrelenting in their needs.
She was giving herself to them. She was letting them have her. She was accepting everything they offered with eager enthusiasm, begging for more the whole time.
I watched from the shadows, unable to look away. I saw her have them all in every way imaginable and I knew that she wasn’t the only one who wanted more.
I need this to happen. I need to watch them please my wife.
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He tugged down his boxers with a pull and his cock popped out. I only caught a glance of it before he tugged her face onto it and buried it between her lips with a groan. He plunged it into her, his hips pounding short thrusts into her mouth as he moaned with delight.
“Fuck you got a good mouth,” he said, “I honestly think it might be your best feature. Such fucking pretty and plump lips. So fucking hot. Fuck that’s good, now suck it proper.”
He let her go and she continued to bob, taking him easily as could be. When she plunged down on him her shoulders heaved a bit with the feel of him at her throat. When she pulled back her tongue lashed out and wrapped itself around his head with abundant enthusiasm.
The other guy pulled her hand up and placed it on the bulge in his boxers. Without looking she tugged them down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her hand pumping automatically in time to the rhythm of her mouth on guy number one.
She still had a free hand though, and that meant that one of her audience could join in. He stepped up and undressed himself as he went. And she didn’t even need instructions to begin stroking him while she worked on the other cocks around her.
I was watching my beautiful wife kneeling on the dirty floor. Three naked men surrounding her while she gave herself to them with enthusiasm driven by her need. I was watching as she took turns with each of them, shifting around clockwise and making sure that each of them got to experience everything, making sure that none of them was without for long.
If it had been any other woman it would have been an amazing sight. But it was my wife on the floor there, my wife having her resolve melted bit by bit. My wife giving herself over to the passion of these hard and mocking men, men who shouted and called her names and humiliated her while she worshipped their cocks.
Pulling back her hair and slapping their cocks on her cheeks. Her searching out for them with her mouth, moaning and mewling wordlessly as they teased and denied her.
Them calling her horrible names and making her confess the truth. The truth that she wanted and need this, that she loved to be treated this way.
And worst of all that she loved to cheat on me. That she loved these late nights with them. That she looked forward to them all day long.
“She does like it rough, doesn’t she?” said the sole remaining man watching from the side, whose obscene bulge was visible even beneath his baggy overalls. He took a long drink from his half-finished beer and continued to watch, a broad smile on his face.
“The boss spoke to you slut,” said the guy whose guy cock was in her mouth, “Do you like it rough?”
“Yes,” she gasped around his cock, “Yes I like it rough.”
“Good,” he said, “Because you’re about to get just that.”