Chapter 20: Paula tries on lingerie for Don in front of Dave
: The Final Fitting
Paula stood before the full-length mirror in their dimly lit bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild drum. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the bedside lamp, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to play with her reflection. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of her nervous sweat mingling with the sweet, musky aroma of her desire. She could feel Dave's intense gaze on her, his eyes devouring every inch of her exposed brown skin, her body, her curves, her moves, as she tried on the black lace lingerie she had purchased especially for Don.
The red thong and push-up bra did wonders for her hourglass figure, her big breasts pushed up, the deep red lace cupping them perfectly, while the thong accentuated her wide hips and small waist. She turned to face Dave, her eyes meeting his in the mirror.
"Fuck, Paula," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You look fucking incredible." His hand reached out, tracing the lace that covered her breasts, his fingers playing with the edge. "I can't wait to see another man's hands on you, feeling your body, your tits, your ass..." He pushed her gently, his voice low and commanding.
"Turn around, let me see your ass." Paula complied, slowly turning to face away from him, her heart pounding in her chest. Dave let out a low growl as he admired her thick, round brown ass, the black lace thong hugging her curves perfectly. He ran his hand over her ass, gripping it firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "This is what he'll be spanking tonight, isn't it?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Yes," Paula whispered, her breath coming in short gasps.
"He's going to spank me while he fucks me."
Dave's hand came down hard on her ass, the sound of the impact echoing through the room. Paula gasped, her body tensing at the sudden sting. Dave massaged the spot, his fingers kneading her soft flesh. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Paula bit her lip, a shudder of pleasure running through her. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
Dave's hand came down again, this time harder, leaving a bright red handprint on her flesh.
Paula moaned, her body arching into the touch as she pushed back against his hand. "Fuck, you love that," Dave growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're such a little slut, aren't you?"
Paula reached into her lingerie drawer and pulled out another piece, a black, see-through teddy that she knew would drive Don wild.
"Not done yet, Dave," she said, her voice breathy with desire. "I have more to try on for Don.
He's going to love this," Paula said, her voice husky with anticipation. With a quick flick of her wrists, she slid the teddy on, the delicate fabric caressing her skin as it cascaded down her body. She turned to face Dave, her eyes gleaming with desire. The see-through black lace left little to the imagination, her generous breasts and rounded hips on full display. The teddy hugged her curves, the lace dipping low, hinting at the dark secrets hidden beneath.
Dave's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. His cock throbbed painfully, desperate for release. "Jesus, Paula," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You look... fucking edible.
"Wow, that teddy looks amazing on you, Paula. The see-through black lace really highlights your curves and makes your skin look even sexier. I can see why Don is going to love it."
As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she remembered Carlton's voice echoing in her mind. He had told her, with that same dark hunger in his voice, that she looked like a fucking queen, begging to be ravaged. Her nipples hardened at the memory, her body aching with anticipation.
"What's wrong, baby?" Dave asked, his voice laced with concern. He could see the change in her, the way her body tensed, her breath hitched. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "What is it?"
Paula turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and excitement.
The memory of Carlton's words echoed in her mind, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke. "Carlton... he said I looked like a queen, begging to be ravaged," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.
Dave's grip on her thigh tightened, his cock throbbing against her back. "Is that what you want, baby?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and possessiveness. "Do you want to be ravaged?
Want all these men to fuck your tight Indian pussy angain until you can't walk straight?" Dave's voice was a low growl, his hand slipping between her thighs, his fingers finding her swollen, wet slit. "Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want."
Paula's voice caught in her throat, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt Dave's fingers stroke her clit. "Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I want to be fucked like a slut. I want to feel them all use my body. Again.”
That's what you want, isn't it, baby?" Dave whispered, his voice a dark, husky growl as he watched Paula slip into the sexy costume she had purchased for Don. The black, lace-up corset hugged her curves, pushing her breasts up and out, while the matching black thong and garter belt accentuated her wide hips and long legs. She looked like a fucking goddess, and Dave couldn't wait to see her like that, writhing and moaning underneath Don's touch. He knew that Paula had wanted this, had fantasized about it for so long, and now it was finally happening. The thought of another man touching her, fucking her, sent a surge of lust coursing through his veins. He could feel his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans, desperate to be set free.
He watched, mesmerized, as Paula turned away to rummage through another drawer, her hips swaying enticingly. She pulled out a skimpy, black latex nurse's uniform, the tiny skirt barely covering her ass. Paula bit her lip, her heart pounding as she held it up, her eyes meeting Dave's in the mirror. "What do you think, Dave?" she asked, her voice barely audible. Dave's eyes darkened, his gaze roaming over her body, lingering on her curves. "You'd look fucking incredible in that. Like a naughty nurse, ready to take care of her patient's every need." His cock throbbed painfully, desperate to be set free. Paula's cheeks flushed as she stepped into the skirt, the cool latex caressing her skin. She pulled it up, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted the tight fit. The skirt barely covered her ass, and she could feel the cool air brushing against her exposed thighs.
"Do you think Don will like it?" Paula asked Dave.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes locked with Dave's in the mirror. "You want me to fuck him in this?"
Dave's voice was thick with lust. "Fuck yes, Paula. Walk up to him, bend over, and let him see that perfect ass of yours. Then turn around, look him in the eye, and say, 'Fuck me, Don. Fuck my tight Indian pussy.'"
Paula's breath hitched, her nipples hardening against the latex. She slid her hands down her body, cupping her breasts, her fingers teasing her hard nipples through the material.
She took a deep breath, her voice husky with desire as she asked, "And then what, Dave? What do you want me to do after I say that?"
Dave's eyes were dark, his voice a low growl as he watched her. "I want you to bend over the bed, ass in the air, and spread your legs wide. Let him see everything, baby. Everything."
Paula's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as she slipped out of the nurse's uniform. She stood before Dave, her breasts heaving with desire, her nipples hard and aching. She bit her lip, her voice barely a whisper as she asked, "And what about you, Dave? Where do you want to be while he's fucking me?"
Dave's eyes never left hers as he spoke, his voice thick with lust.
"I want to watch. I want to to suck your tits while you cum. I want you to suck my dick while he rails you from behind."
Paula's eyes widened, a shiver of anticipation and fear running down her spine. "You want me... to suck both of your cocks?" Dave's eyes were like embers, burning with desire as he nodded. "Yes, baby. I want to watch Don fuck you, and I want to feel your mouth on my cock while he does." Paula hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never done anything like this before, but the thought of it sent a thrill coursing through her body. She took a deep breath, her voice shaking slightly as she spoke. "Okay, Dave.
Let's see what else we have here," Paula said, her voice breathy with anticipation as she rummaged through another drawer. Dave leaned back against the headboard, his eyes never leaving her, his cock hard and throbbing as he watched her. Paula pulled out a schoolgirl outfit, complete with a short plaid skirt and a white blouse. She held it up, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she turned to face Dave. "What do you think about this one?" she asked, her voice playful. "I think you'd look pretty fucking adorable in that, baby," Dave growled, his voice thick with desire. "Like a little slutty schoolgirl, ready to take dick under the bleachers." Paula's cheeks flushed at his words, her nipples hardening against the lace of her teddy.
She turned back to the drawer, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of another lingerie set. Slowly, she pulled out a purple teddy, the color vibrant and bold against her brown skin. She held it up, her eyes meeting Dave's in the mirror. "What about this one, Dave?" she asked, her voice breathy with anticipation. Dave's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of the purple lace, the color reminiscent of the bruises he had left on her skin just days prior. "That's fucking hot, Paula," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "It'll look perfect with your dark skin, like a ripe plum ready to be devoured." Paula bit her lower lip, her body tingling with anticipation as she slipped off her current lingerie and stepped into the purple teddy.
"he's going to fuck you so good when he sees you in that sexy thing," Dave warned her.
Paula slipped into the purple teddy, the soft fabric sliding against her skin, making her shiver with anticipation. She looked at herself in the mirror, biting her lower lip as she admired the way the purple lace stood out against her brown skin.
“I’ve never seen most of these slutty lingerie you’ve tried on. How long have you had it?” Dave asked.
A devious sexy grin went across Paula’s face.
“Oh you little slut,” Dave said a smile. “You got these for Carlton and your other black boyfriends?”
The fabric was a scandalous whisper against her brown skin, cut high on her thighs and plunging so low between her breasts that the dark areolas of her nipples threatened to spill over the delicate scalloped edges. She turned slowly, watching the lace strain across the full swell of her hips and the rounded curve of her ass, the small lotus tattoo just visible above the waistband.
“Jesus Christ, Paula,” Dave breathed from the doorway, his voice strangled. He hadn’t moved, one hand still on the doorframe, his knuckles white. His eyes drank her in, a dark, hungry tracking from the spill of her cleavage down to the shadow of her pubic mound visible through the sheer panel. “You look… fucking unbelievable.” He finally stepped into the room, the door clicking shut behind him with a sound of finality. “That’s for him? For Don?”
“It’s for you right now,” she said, her voice a low purr as she ran her hands up her own sides, fingers catching on the lace. She cupped her breasts, lifting them, making them bulge even more prominently from the constraining violet cups. “Do you like it? Do you like seeing your wife dressed like a whore for another man?” The words were a challenge, a delicious corruption that made her own core pulse with wet heat.
Dave crossed the room in three swift strides, his hands closing on her waist, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above her hips. He didn’t kiss her. He just stared, his gaze burning. “I love it,” he growled, the admission ripped from him. “I love that you bought this to drive some other guy crazy. I love that he’s going to see you in it before he tears it off you.” One hand slid down, palming the full, lace-covered cheek of her ass, squeezing roughly. “Turn around. Let me see the back.”
Paula obeyed, turning slowly on her heels, presenting the view of the teddy’s back—a few precarious strings and a sheer panel that did nothing to hide the cleft of her ass. She glanced over her shoulder, catching his rapt expression in the mirror. “He’s going to see me just like this,” she whispered, arching her back to accentuate the curve. “He’s going to walk in, and I’ll be standing right here. Waiting. And then he’s going to put his hands all over what’s yours.”
A sharp, almost pained sound escaped Dave’s throat. His fingers hooked into the string sides of the teddy at her hips. “He’s going to fuck you in this,” Dave stated, his voice thick, as if picturing it was both torture and the purest fuel. “He’s going to push this flimsy shit aside and shove his big black cock into my wife’s slick little cunt while she’s still wearing it.” He didn’t ask; he narrated the future, his cock swelling against his jeans as he did. “And I’m going to watch. I’m going to watch you come all over his dick while you wear this purple lace you got but I paid for.”
Dave’s eyes narrowed, catching a glimpse of scarlet lace peeking from the top drawer she’d just opened. "What's that?" he asked, his voice dropping. Paula pulled out the garment, letting the sheer red babydoll unfold, its plunging neckline and absent back clearly designed for display. "This?" she murmured, a sly smile touching her lips as she held it against her body. "I got this for Don... and maybe for Carlton, Trevor, Jake... all of them, really."
Paula emerged from the closet wearing a sheer black lace bodysuit that cut high on her thighs and plunged so deep her 36DD breasts threatened to spill over the fragile cups. "This is for Don," she said, her voice a low purr as she struck a pose in the hallway, the lace doing nothing to hide the darkness of her nipples or the shadow between her legs. Dave, drinking a beer in the kitchen, choked, his eyes raking over the obscene garment she’d bought specifically for another man’s hands.
He moved towards her, his hand outstretched to palm the heavy weight of her breast through the lace. Paula stepped back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Uh-uh," she chided, catching his wrist. "Don gets first touch tomorrow night. You can look, but you can’t taste." She turned, giving him a view of the back, the lace disappearing into the cleft of her ass, the small lotus tattoo perfectly framed. "He’s going to rip this off me before he fucks me, you know. Maybe you can watch him do it." Dave’s jaw tightened, a muscle ticking, his cock hardening painfully against his jeans as he was forced to simply stare at the feast he couldn’t yet claim.
Paula’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the thought. She rose from the bed, her body still humming from Dave’s reclaiming, and moved to the dresser with a new, deliberate sway in her hips. “He asked for a picture,” she said, her voice dropping to a husky murmur as she pulled a sheer black lace teddy from the drawer. “But you deserve the live show first.” She slid the delicate fabric over her head, letting it settle against her brown skin, the lace doing nothing to conceal the dark areolas of her heavy breasts or the shadow between her thighs. “Don’s hands were huge,” she began, turning slowly to face Dave, her fingers tracing the lace where it cut across her full chest. “When he spanked me, it wasn’t just a slap; it was a claim, each impact making my whole ass jiggle and burn while Trevor’s cock was buried to the balls in my pussy.” She pivoted, looking over her shoulder, arching her back to present the rounded curves of her ass through the sheer fabric. “The stranger, the one who just walked in, he came on my back first, hot streaks painting my spine while I was still choking on Carlton.” She turned again, facing him, and slowly hooked her thumbs in the lace at her hips. “But Don… he made me look him in the eye when he came.” She pushed the teddy down, letting it pool at her ankles, standing naked except for her heels. “He gripped my face, his fingers in my cum-filled hair, and said ‘Open your fucking mouth, slut,’ and I did, just as his thick cock pulsed, shooting straight down my throat.” She took a step closer, her scent, musky and aroused, filling the space between them. “I swallowed every drop, Dave, and then I licked his cock clean while another man’s seed dripped out of my used pussy.” She reached down, parting her own slick lips with two fingers, showing him her glistening openness. “This is what six cocks does, baby. It ruins a wife. It makes her hungry forever.” Dave’s hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist, his grip painfully tight, his own need a palpable force in the quiet room.
Dave, never so turned on in his life before, sat there speechless with his mouth open.
He could barely believe how much his wife had changed in the past few months. She had gone from being a modest, conservative woman who only ever fucked him, to a complete slut who now craved black cock and loved being gangbanged by multiple men. And now, she was inviting another man into their home to fuck her while he watched.
Paula stood before him, her body trembling with anticipation. She was wearing a sheer black lace teddy that left nothing to the imagination, her full breasts spilling out of the delicate fabric, her nipples hard and aching. She turned to face him, her eyes dark with lust, her lips parted in a breathy moan.
"You like that, baby?" she whispered, her fingers tracing the edge of the lace where it barely covered her swollen pussy. "You like knowing another man is going to fuck me while you watch?" Dave's cock throbbed painfully, straining against his jeans. He couldn't speak, could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched her fingers slip beneath the lace, her middle finger disappearing between her slick folds. "Fuck," she moaned, her hips rolling as she fingered herself, her other hand squeezing her heavy breast through the sheer fabric. "I'm so wet just thinking about it.
About Don fucking me while you watch," Paula moaned, her fingers working faster as she stroked her clit. "I can't wait to feel his big black cock stretching me open, filling me up while you sit there with your cock in your hand, jerking off to the sight of another man using your wife like a slut."
Dave's breath hitched as he watched her, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard length. "Fuck, Paula," he groaned, his hand wrapping around his shaft. "You're so fucking sexy when you talk like that.
I love how you've turned into such a filthy little slut for other men," Dave growled, his hand stroking his cock as he watched his wife finger herself. "You know what I want to see, don't you?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. "I want to see you on your knees, sucking Don's cock while I watch. I want to see you take every inch of that big black dick down your throat like the good little slut you've become."
Paula moaned at his words, her fingers working faster between her legs. "Yes, baby," she panted, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "I'll suck his cock for you.
I'll take every inch of that thick black meat down my throat while you watch, baby," Paula moaned, her fingers working furiously between her legs. "I'll make him cum so hard he'll flood my mouth with his thick, hot seed. And then I'll turn around and let him fuck me while you watch." Dave's cock throbbed in his hand as he stroked it, his eyes locked on his wife's writhing body. "You're such a dirty little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You love the thought of another man fucking you, don't you?
Of his big black cock stretching your tight little pussy while I watch?" Dave growled, his free hand gripping Paula's hair as he guided her head down toward his throbbing cock. She moaned in agreement, her tongue already darting out to lick the salty pre-cum beading at his tip. "Fuck, yes," she whispered, her breath hot against his shaft before she took him fully into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around his girth. The sensation of her wet heat enveloping him sent a shudder through Dave's body, his hips bucking involuntarily as she began to bob her head, her tongue swirling around his sensitive underside.
Paula's eyes fluttered shut as she sucked him, her own arousal dripping down her thighs at the thought of Don's cock filling her while Dave watched.
But Dave couldn't hold back any longer—his hips jerked upward as he came with a choked groan, his thick cum spilling down her throat in hot, salty pulses. She swallowed greedily, her throat working to take every drop as he shuddered beneath her, his fingers tightening in her hair.
The moment his cock softened, she pulled back with a wet pop, licking her lips as she looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "That was fast," she teased, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. "You must really be excited for tomorrow’." Dave's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his fingers still tangled in her hair. "Fuck, Paula," he panted, his voice rough with spent desire. "You're gonna destroy me when Don gets here." She smirked, rolling her hips as she stood, her own arousal glistening between her thighs.
"I can't to see him fuck you," Dave groaned.