I’m on my knees, my mouth stretched around his cock, and I can feel the weight of his gaze on me. He’s standing there, his jeans pulled down to his thighs, his cock hard and ready. I can taste the saltiness of his pre-cum as I suck him deeper, my tongue swirling around his shaft. I’m his slut, his whore, and I love every second of it. I can feel the heat of his body, the roughness of his hands as they grip my hair, guiding me, controlling me. I’m his to use, his to abuse, and I’m loving every moment of it. I can hear the sound of his breathing, the way it hitches as I take him deeper, the way his body tenses as he’s about to cum. I’m his cum slut, his fucktoy, and I’m ready to take everything he has to give. I can feel the power dynamic, the way he’s in control, the way I’m at his mercy. I’m his to use, his to abuse, and I’m loving every second of it. I’m his slut, his whore, and I’m ready to take everything he has to give.
We used to have other couples over, and the wives would all write filthy shit on each other. Then the men would draw lots to see which slut wife they started out with.