The Price is Always Right, Part 02 (fm:slut wife, 20389 words)

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"Goddamn, that's some good pussy," Richard said as his cock reached the very depths of her. His cock was huge compared to James' and even the slightest movement made her squirm.

She had been building toward a massive orgasm and it just kept building and building. She could feel her body betraying her, pushing back onto his cock wildly as she tried to will the orgasm to come. There was a sense of desperation for it, as if it was an oasis of pleasure and her thirst was limitless.

She looked up at James, who was watching her act like a dog in heat while the older man mounted her from behind. SMACK. Sophie felt the sting as Richard roughly slapped her ass.

"Fuck, you like that cock don't you slut?" Richard asked her. It was so demeaning, but she could feel herself respond to it like it was some magic word to set her lust on fire.

"Yesssss," Sophie admitted through gritted teeth.

"What am I going to do next time I come to your clinic?" Richard continued, egging Sophie on.

"You're going to fuck meeeee," Sophie moaned as her hands gripped the sofa as tightly as they could.

Finally, she could feel the orgasm starting to spread through her, the release she had been begging desperately.

Sophie's eyes opened but it took a moment for her to orient herself. She was staring at her bedroom ceiling in the dark. James was snoring softly beside her. It had all been a dream, she realized as guilt filled her anew. After everything, she couldn't believe that she was having fantasies about the man. It had been nearly a month since she had gone with him to the cocktail party and she hadn't seen him since that night. He had made several appointments with her, and each time, she had found an excuse or left work early feeling sick to avoid seeing him.

Sophie and James had talked about that night so many times over the last few weeks and she knew they were okay, better than okay really. James was the most understanding and loving husband she could have asked for and he didn't hold anything from that night against her. She had felt so guilty afterward, struggling to even look in the mirror. She had even thrown away the dress she had worn that night and had made James put the money up so she wouldn't have to look at it. Even with that, the dreams didn't stop, each as vivid as the night the older man had bent her over on the sofa in front of her husband. She couldn't bring herself to tell James about the dreams.

There were still burning questions for her that she couldn't answer and they all terrified her. She still struggled to understand James' desires. Sophie had seen the expression on James' face while she had been with Richard and it haunted her. It was the same hungry expression that Richard had worn when he watched her the first time they had met. She had seen it before in men's eyes when their lust was about to boil over, but this was the first time she had seen it in her husband's. He hadn't just allowed Richard to be with her. He had wanted it for his own pleasure, his own lust. She had watched James even masturbate as he had watched her with the other man, something that seemed too perverse to be real. His lust had completely overtaken him in a way that Sophie had never dreamed of.

When they talked about what they would do if Richard offered them more money, James said what she wanted him to say. They didn't need more money. It had been a mistake. They would turn it down, no matter how absurd the offer. But as he said those things, she could see a glimmer of that same hunger in her husband's eyes that had consumed them last time and she knew what it meant.

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James writes Mon 15 Apr 2024 20:48:

This is going great. Hopefully there's more with another twist

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Jan writes Sun 14 Apr 2024 23:51:

I suspect that there is a Part 3. I hope so.

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