The sound of his breath, hot and heavy on my neck, sends shivers down my spine. I’m sandwiched between them, my husband’s lips tracing a path down my jaw, his hands gripping my hips. His colleague, a man with a hunger in his eyes, is on his knees, his mouth exploring my breasts, teeth grazing my nipples. I’m a plaything, a toy for their pleasure, and I fucking love it. The room is dim, curtains drawn, hiding us from the world. My husband’s voice, a low growl, ‘Share your girl. You’ll both love it.’ And he’s right, we do. I’m their slut, their whore, and I’m gonna take everything they give me.
Bedroom Power Play: Wife’s Submission
The power in the room is electric, a current that pulses through my veins. I’m the center, the focus, the one who holds their attention. My husband, the one who owns me, the one who shares me, is the master of this dance. His colleague, a willing participant, follows his lead, his hands and mouth exploring my body with a hunger that matches my own. I’m a vessel for their desires, a canvas for their fantasies. And I’m fucking loving every second of it. The way they touch me, the way they use me, it’s a symphony of sensation, a chorus of pleasure. I’m their slut, their whore, and I’m gonna ride this wave until it crashes over me, leaving me breathless and spent.





