(Wife as a whore)
Matt adored his wife. He pleased her in every way. She was cool, sexy, devilish. She loved life, she has always got what she wanted, and that was enough. She has also got Matt, who was always there, ready to please her.
The sex between them was great – regular and satisfying.
But in the fourth year of their marriage, he began to feel that she increasingly did not want to fuck. She didn’t even have make an excuse for being late for work or make up with friends and shopping, because Matt knew she was fucking other men. The shock was short-lived and only in the beginning. It was like a wasp sting – first it shocks and hurts you, then it subsides and you accept that wasps are what they are – stinging creatures. He sensed his wife’s desires, he knew her character – her infidelities were only a matter of time.
Matt was neither hot-tempered, nor aggressive. He accepted the situation with enviable ease, adapted, and unlocked the huge perversion that slept in his mind. Now he could run wild and live out his fantasies. And the first thing was to watch his own wife – to watch how another man fucks her. Matt decided to arrange infidelity for his wife. Great curiosity overcame him. He built a story and pushed her into it, and she played her role with such passion…
So, how did it happen?
It did in a very interesting way.
Matt’s profession involved video surveillance. He had been fascinated by technology since he was a child. He now had his own business and equipped offices and buildings. He could watch whoever he wanted. He also looked after his wife some time ago, at the beginning of their relationship, with interest, without any second thoughts. Then he stopped, and for years it hadn’t even occurred to him to follow her secretly. He did not feel such a need. But now….
Matt had a very good childhood friend who fell in love with his wife. They had even joked about giving up his wife for one night. They always laughed at it. Now they could discuss it very seriously. And Matt did just that – directly and openly, over a glass of whiskey. He told him that he would install cameras in his friend`s house, send his wife and he wanted to fuck her properly. His friend was really enthusiastic. He knew everything would be right. He received a special and interesting instruction – when she blows him, she had to rub his cock with his right hand, on which she wore the ring and turn it straight against the cameras.
They started this action.
Next Friday, Matt installed cameras – new, modern, with great magnifying power, perfect sound.
Everything was ready.
His friend invited his best friend’s wife as a guest, specifying that they had already arranged everything with Matt (they would detain Matt at the last minute and they would both be alone).
She, with her feminine intuition, sensed that something special was happening, but she did not feel threatened. She seemed to be walking on thin ice, but she wouldn’t drown if the ice broke under her feet. She had fucked with so many men, and now perhaps it would happen with her husband’s best friend. The audacity of the hot bitch awoke in her and provoked her. She dressed sexy, provocatively, in black satin lingerie, made up with heavy make-up, wore high heels, put on her husband’s favorite perfume, which he always gave her for her birthday.
He was expecting her. Hard. Very hard.
Matt took a shower, put on his robe, poured himself a double dose, and sat down in front of the monitors.
His heart was pounding.
He took a huge sip.
He knew there was a huge change going on. It was as if he had opened a new door. His taste for sex had changed. He wanted a different thrill. His experiences needed a new path, a new way of happening. Reaching his inner state of excitement already required new ways. What was happening required a transformation. And that’s exactly what was happening.
He was hard, his balls swollen. The thrill of what was to come electrified every cell of him. He was burning with anticipation to see and feel his wife in the light of her whore nature. He didn’t want her as exemplary and moral as in an old novel. He wanted to see her dirty, lewd, vicious and to enjoy those nuances that women usually hide from their own husbands. He wanted to look at her, even humiliated, beaten, with smudged makeup. And punish her with a decent crazy perversion.
He saw his friend preparing a bottle and two glasses, dimming the lights. Matt smiled at him in front of the screen. It was perversely calm and sweet for him to send his wife into his arms. He really enjoyed being the director of this unusual perverted show. He had a sudden thought what would happen if all the men did this every Friday night and watched their wives fuck, and the next day the women watched their husbands fuck their girlfriends, even relatives? He smiled at these lustful thoughts of his, but then his beautiful wife entered the room with a smile. She was so beautiful! So radiant! Scattered dirty bitch. A powerful wave of excitement flowed in his blood like a pleasant painful tingling that you want to repeat.
His friend poured some drink for her, they drank, laughed, sat down… his friend looked at the camera and raised the glass of cheers…. Matt laughed and responded to the toast – he drank everything to the bottom.
His heart was beating wildly, ants were crawling on his back, he wanted the perverted show to start and become intense, to become crazy, to hurt from perversion…
And here – his wife has her breasts over the bra. Matt approached the frame and clearly saw her enlarged nipples, touched by the fingers gripping them. Her panties were off. Matt grabbed his hard cock and began to move his hand and took a sip. He shuddered at the sight and the perverted shot – his friend slapped his wife, she stared in surprise, but failed to react because a healthy cock rushed into her thirsty mouth, shoved into her throat, she quickly embraced him and began to rub it, fighting for a breath. The man allowed her to catch her breath, but quickly pushed him back in and began choking her. The view was so dirty!
It was a psychologically murderous perversion for a married man.
Matt saw his wife as a dirty used whore who blew someone else’s cock and received slaps.
He would burst with excitement!
His friend grabbed her hair and was insatiably thrusting his cock – saliva dripped down her chin, tears rolled down her cheeks – her gentle hand encircled his penis and the wedding ring gleamed. And it was as if an electric shock had struck Matt. He stared at the moving ring, a symbol of their relationship, of their promise, of their love. Froze. Time stopped. The powerful arousal became impossible and the living semen poured into his hand, warm and thick… .. And everything flew away, along with his semen.
He was captivated by a warm, pleasant, empty feeling – of peace, happiness, satisfaction. The full feeling of emptying. The truth shone with full force – he adored his wife precisely because she was a whore, not in spite of it. And to look at her just like a dirty whore was something extraordinary, great, a beautiful contagious vice to him.
His best friend stood his wife up, stomped her on the couch, and began to fuck her roughly. She moaned loudly, sounded the room, and Matt felt a surge of energy, his cock hardening again, so fast! He had fallen into a state of mind and body in general. Unlock an insatiable thirst to watch, to see more, to have crazy debauchery before his eyes, to unleash the coolest porn in the world!
The other cock fucked his wife – powerfully, impudently, to the bottom, until she cried out, her legs bent, the cutie quickly put her on the couch, walked her wide and pushed her again. He fucked her thirstily, mercilessly, with the power of long-hidden passion and longing. Matt had felt it from the beginning, and now he could see it with his own eyes. The sight was an intoxicating mixture of pain and excitement, a pain of excitement that controlled his whole being abnormally.
His wife sat on top of his boyfriend and began riding him like a crazy bitch, her tits shaking and her moans getting deeper. He pulled her away, pushed her to his knees, shoved his cock down her throat, strangled her, punched her at intervals, and tears welled up in her face. Well done, Matt applauded in his mind, rubbing his cock and enjoying porn with his wife. She was puffed up again and pushed roughly. She was sweaty, wet, beautiful. Matt slowed so as not to cum, carried away by her depravedly smudged make-up. His wife was lying on the ground, and his friend put her ankles on his shoulders and continued at a brisk pace. He was good at it. He was doing perfectly. Matt felt pleasure and pride. His best friend fucks his wife perfectly! She was in ecstasy, all trembling, throbbing and almost screaming… flying in her orgasms, her pussy flowing and vibrating, Matt knew her every facial expression, the movement of the corners of her lips, eyes, fingers…. His wife was in Heaven, he knew it, he saw it, and he poured his hands again with warm semen, immersed in the feeling of her orgasm. Then his friend filled his wife’s mouth with a white sticky warm liquid.
… Matt poured himself another drink. He had stopped the cameras, he didn’t need to watch. He had reached an emotional peak, a powerful climax that made him truly pleased. This was the embodiment of the phrase “spiritual orgasm.” He didn’t think about anything, he just felt satisfied and drank.
He had obviously lost track of time because the sound of the front door startled him.
His beautiful whore wife stood in the doorway, with smudged makeup and a strange expression. Matt failed to assimilate what she said:
- I want a divorce.
P.S. I don’t know if this story will be continued.
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