Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun's rays speared through the room with the decadence of our actions. The posh hotel suite, with its plush furniture and opulent decor, bathed in the garish intrusion of sunlight, reflecting in the mirror the erotic scene before us. My heart thrashed in my chest as I saw my beautiful, sweat-drenched wife lying there on the king-sized bed, her body languid from a frenzy of lovemaking.
I took in the sight before me: her voluptuous curves, her swollen lips, and the sweaty tendrils of blonde hair sticking to her forehead.
"Fuck, Sarah," I muttered, my gaze lingering on her flushed skin. "I missed you."
"I can tell," she said coyly, gesturing to her sated expression and her cum-filled pussy. "But it was worth the wait."
I couldn't help but smile as I unbuttoned my shirt, my eyes fixed on my wife's body.
I marveled at the used look of her pussy, the way her lips glistened with cum. It made me hard just thinking about what she'd been up to.
"God, I've missed you," I growled, as I stripped off my clothes and crawled onto the bed.
Sarah wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close and crushing our lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste the salt of sweat and the bitterness of semen on her tongue, and it only fueled my hunger for her.
I reached down, cupping her wet, swollen pussy in my hand and groaning at the warmth of her body.
"You feel so fucking good," I murmured, breaking the kiss to trail a path of kisses down her neck.
"I know you like it," Sarah gasped, arching her back as I slipped my fingers inside her. "I know you love the way I feel after I've been filled with cum."
I grunted in agreement, my fingers sinking deeper as I started to fuck her with my hand.
Sarah moaned, her head thrown back as she writhed against the sheets.
"Yes," she hissed. "Just like that. I want you to feel how full I am, John. I want you to feel how much I've been used."
I growled, the animalistic noises coming from deep within me as I continued to finger-fuck her. I could feel the silky wetness of her arousal on my hand, mixed with the thicker, sticky essence of the cum that still filled her.
I couldn't get enough of the feeling of her used, warm, and wet pussy, as I probed deeper, feeling the slippery walls of her cunt envelop my fingers.
My cock twitched with anticipation, already rock-hard from the visual stimulation of my wife's naked form spread out before me. I knew that I wanted to bury myself inside of her, claiming her as mine, even if only for a moment.
"You like that, don't you?" Sarah moaned, her breath hitching as I increased the tempo of my movements.
I slipped a third finger inside her and she gasped, her hips bucking wildly against my hand.
"Fuck, John, yes! Just like that!" she cried out, her nails digging into my back as I continued to finger-fuck her.
I could feel her walls clenching around my fingers, her body tightening as she approached her orgasm. I couldn't wait any longer, I needed to be inside her.
I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock glistening with pre-cum.