I grind against him, my pussy slick and ready, as I feel his cock slide into me. The man in the chair, my husband, watches intently, his hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking slowly. I can almost hear his thoughts, the mix of humiliation and arousal that’s got him so hard. He’s always been a bit of a pervert, and seeing me like this, a slut for another man, is his kink. I lean forward, my tits bouncing, and whisper to the man beneath me, ‘Fuck me harder, make him watch.’ The room is thick with the scent of sex and the sound of skin slapping skin. I’m a whore for this, for the power, for the way it makes me feel. I’m his slut, and he’s my cuck, and we both know it. This is what makes our sex life awesome, the taboo, the thrill, the raw, unfiltered desire. I’m gonna ride this out, make him watch every second, and then I’ll go home and fuck him like he’s never been fucked before. That’s the deal, and we both know it.
