Chapter 2: Slippery when wet
Justin's phone lit up with a new text. Opening the message her nearly dropped the phone when he saw the image of Ashley in front of Hunter's house. He couldn't believe how she was dressed!
She looked like a fucking porn star in that outfit. The black lace dress hugged her slim frame, the hem riding up to reveal the tops of her stockings and the delicate straps of her garter belt. Her tits were barely contained by the sheer fabric, her nipples pressing against the material, hard and eager. Justin's cock throbbed in his boxers, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by this. He had never been this hard in his life. Knowing that she was wearing the crotchless lingerie under it, the dress just barely covering them was driving him nuts.
He could almost see the outline of her pussy through the thin fabric, the way it would cling to her wet folds when she moved. Justin’s cock was rock hard now, straining against his boxers, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. He could feel it soaking into the fabric, making it stick to his skin. He wanted to touch himself, but he didn’t dare. Not yet. He wanted to see more first.
**Ashley:** *I’m here.*
He could picture her standing there, her fingers trembling as she sent the message, her pussy already dripping with anticipation.
Another picture came in, her dress was hiked up as she leaned on the door outside the house.
Her fingers were tracing the edges of her crotchless panties, teasing the soft fabric against her bare skin. The camera angle was perfect, showing the way her fingers dipped between her thighs, the glistening wetness coating her fingertips. He could see the way her pussy lips parted slightly, the pink flesh peeking out from beneath the lace.
The dots appeared, then vanished. Then finally the text came.
**Ashley** *Oh my god. A car honked at me....I'm inside Hunter's house now* the text read. *Pretty sure the driver got a good view*
Justin's fingers trembled as he typed out a response, his cock throbbing painfully in his boxers.
He could already imagine the scene—Ashley standing there, her dress riding up, her bare pussy exposed to whoever happened to drive by. The thought made his stomach twist, but his dick didn’t give a fuck. It was already leaking, the tip slick with pre-cum, the fabric of his boxers sticking to his skin.
He slid his boxers down as he types *Did you like him seeing?*
He couldn't believe he sent that. The dots appeared instantly, and his breath hitched.
He was already stroking himself, his cock slick with pre-cum, his fingers working over the shaft in slow, deliberate strokes. He wanted to hear it. He needed to know.
**Ashley:** *I fucking loved it. The way his eyes locked on me, the way his mouth fell open—it made me so fucking wet.*
Justin groaned, his fingers tightening around his cock. The image of Ashley standing there, her dress riding up, her bare pussy exposed to a stranger’s gaze, sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. His cock throbbed in his fist, pre-cum already leaking from the tip, his fingers slick as he stroked himself. He could almost hear her voice, breathless and needy, whispering filthy things in his ear.
**Ashley:** *I’m inside now. Hunter’s got me pinned against the wall. His hands are all over me. Fuck, I can feel his cock already—it’s so big, Justin. Bigger than yours.*
Justin’s breath hitched. He knew Hunter was well-endowed—Ashley had mentioned it before, back when they were still dating.
But hearing her say it now, in this context, sent a fresh wave of heat through him. His cock pulsed in his grip, pre-cum smearing over his fingers as he stroked harder.
**Ashley:** *He’s kissing me like he owns me. His hands are under my dress. Fuck, Justin… I’m so wet for him.*
Justin’s breath came in ragged gasps as he imagined it—the way Hunter’s fingers would slide between her thighs, parting her slick folds, teasing her clit before pushing inside her. His own cock throbbed, aching for release, but he held back, savoring the anticipation.
The way her words painted the scene in his mind—Hunter’s hands gripping her hips, his mouth devouring hers, his fingers sliding into her wet pussy—made Justin’s pulse race. He wanted to hear more. He needed to know every filthy detail.
**Justin:** *Tell me everything. Don’t hold back.*
The dots appeared instantly, and his stomach twisted. He knew what was coming. The thought of her with another man, of Hunter’s thick cock stretching her, should have made him jealous. But instead, it only made him harder.
**Ashley:** *He’s got me bent over the couch now. My dress is hiked up, my pussy accessible through the crotchless panties. Here let me show you. I'll have him take a pic* Ashley's text came with a picture of her bent over the couch, her dress hiked up to her waist, revealing the crotchless lace panties. Her pussy was glistening, her lips swollen and parted, already dripping with arousal. Justin had never seen her that wet. Hunter's hand was spread across her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place. Justin's cock throbbed in his fist, pre-cum smearing over his fingers as he stroked himself harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
**Justin:** *Fuck, baby... you look so fucking hot like that.*
**Ashley:** *He's gonna fuck me now, Justin.
Right here, just like this.*
Justin’s cock pulsed in his grip, his fingers slick with pre-cum as he stroked himself faster. His breath came in ragged gasps, his heart hammering against his ribs. He wanted to tell her to stop, to come home, to forget about Hunter and his massive cock. Instead, he typed out the only thing he could think of:
**Justin:** *Show me. I want to see every fucking second. Then another text came through—this time, a video.
Justin’s fingers trembled as he tapped the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. The video was shaky at first, the camera angle low, as if someone was holding it just above the floor. Then the image stabilized, and his breath caught in his throat.
Ashley was bent over the arm of the couch, her dress hiked up around her waist, her bare ass exposed. The crotchless lace panties were barely visible, the delicate fabric barely covering anything. Hunter’s hands were on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place.
The camera angle was perfect—low and close, giving Justin a front-row seat to everything. Ashley’s pussy was glistening, her lips swollen and parted, already dripping with arousal. The sight of her like this, so exposed, so willing, made Justin’s cock throb in his fist. He stroked himself faster, his fingers slick with pre-cum as he watched the video play out. The camera angle was perfect—low and close, giving him a front-row seat to everything.
Justin’s breath hitched as he watched Hunter’s thick cock press against her entrance. Hunter’s cock was thick, veiny, and glistening with pre-cum as it pressed against her entrance. Justin’s breath hitched as he watched the tip disappear inside her, her flesh clinging to him like a vice.
**Justin:** *Fuck, Ash… you’re taking him so well.*
His fingers tightened around his cock, stroking faster as he watched the video. The way her pussy swallowed Hunter’s length inch by inch, her walls fluttering around him, made Justin’s own cock throb painfully. He could almost feel it—the way her tightness would grip him, the way her wetness would coat his shaft as he thrust into her.
His own cock throbbed in his fist, pre-cum smearing over his fingers as he pumped himself faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
The video was a masterpiece of filth—Hunter’s thick, veiny cock sliding into Ashley’s tight pussy with slow, deliberate thrusts. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as she took him inch by inch.
**Justin:** *Fuck, baby… you’re taking him so deep.*
The video shook slightly as Hunter adjusted his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. The angle changed, giving Justin an even better view—Ashley’s pussy stretched around Hunter’s cock, her juices glistening as they coated his shaft. The wet, slapping sounds of their fucking filled the air, raw and unfiltered.
Her heard his wife moan "Harder" and the video shook as Hunter obliged, slamming into her with rough, deep thrusts. Ashley’s pussy stretched around his thick cock, her lips glistening with her arousal as he fucked her with brutal, relentless strokes. Justin’s fingers tightened around his own cock, stroking faster as he watched, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Hunter's thrusts grew rougher with each thrust , his hips slamming into Ashley’s ass with a wet, slapping sound. Ashley’s pussy swallowed Hunter’s length inch by inch, her walls fluttering around him, her juices glistening as they coated his shaft. Justin’s own cock throbbed painfully in his fist, pre-cum smearing over his fingers as he pumped himself faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Hunter's hand smacked Ashley's ass. "Whose pussy is this?" Justin heard him ask her.
The question hung in the air, thick and heavy, and he could almost feel the tension radiating through the screen. He watched as Ashley’s fingers tightened around the couch cushions, her back arching as Hunter’s cock slammed into her with brutal force. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure coursed through her. The camera angle shifted slightly, giving Justin a perfect view of Hunter’s thick, veiny cock pistoning in and out of her tight pussy.
Justin’s breath hitched as he watched Hunter’s hand smack Ashley’s ass, the sound sharp and loud in the otherwise quiet room. He repeated the question , his voice rough with dominance: "Whose pussy is this?"
Ashley’s fingers dug into the couch cushions, her back arching as Hunter’s cock slammed into her with brutal force.
The sound of his hand smacking her ass echoed through the room, sharp and loud, making her pussy clench around his thick length.
"It's yours Hunter" she moaned, her voice breathless and desperate.
Justin watched as Hunter's fingers tightened on her hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. He pulled out slowly, making sure Justin could see every inch of his thick, veiny shaft glistening with her juices before slamming back into her with brutal force.
"Fuck, yes, it's mine" Hunter growled, his voice rough with dominance. He started fucking her harder, his hips slamming into her ass with wet, slapping sounds. Ashley's pussy stretched around his cock, her lips glistening with her arousal as he fucked her with brutal, relentless strokes.
Ashley sounded like an animal in heat. "It is yours to do with as you please." Her need and admission sent Justin over the edge his orgasm hitting in response to her words . He came hard, his cock pulsing in his fist as he watched Hunter fuck his wife with brutal, relentless strokes. His cum shot out in thick ropes, splattering across his stomach and chest as he groaned through clenched teeth. His breath came in ragged gasps, his heart hammering against his ribs as he watched the video play out.
Hearing her acknowledge his ownership was too much, Justin watched as his wife came on the big cock in her, while he wrestled with his own emotions . He was jealous, turned on, and completely fucking lost.
He couldn’t believe how much he loved watching her like this—so exposed, so willing, so slutty for another man. Her moans were now a constant wail , her body trembling with each brutal thrust. Justin’s spend cock continued to leak cum onto himself, as Hunter pushed deep into Ashley, his balls pulsing as he came deep inside her.
The camera angle shifted, showing Hunter’s thick cock buried to the hilt, his shaft glistening with her juices as he pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from her stretched pussy lips. Justin’s breath hitched as he watched the thick ropes of cum spill out of her, coating her thighs and Hunter’s cock as he pulled out.
The video cut off and a new message came in.
**Ashley:** *Oh my god, Justin… he just came inside me. I can feel it dripping out of me.* Ashley’s text came through, followed by a photo. Justin’s stomach twisted as he stared at the image—Ashley’s thighs slick with Hunter’s cum, her pussy still glistening, her lips swollen and parted. The sight of her like this, so thoroughly used, sent a fresh wave of heat through him. His cock twitched in his fist, already hard again despite his earlier release.
**Justin:** *Fuck, baby… you look so fucking used.*
**Ashley** *Pretty sure Hunter has more plans for me. I'll keep you updated. You enjoyed the show didn't you?*
Justin's phone buzzed with Ashley's text. His cock twitched at the implication, his fingers already moving to type a response before he could stop himself.
**Justin:** *Fuck yes I did. You were so fucking hot for him.*
The dots appeared instantly, and his breath hitched.
**Ashley:** *He's not done with me yet. He wants more.*
Justin’s cock throbbed in his fist, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.