Chapter 3: Reclaiming
Hannah had just stepped back into the coolness of the kitchen when she heard key in the front door.
She was very aware of how flustered she looked and and could feel the cum leaking out of her, her bikini bottoms darkened by the cum soaking into them.
She couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through her at the thought of her husband seeing her like this, again, so obviously fucked and used by another man.
Hannah tried to act normal as she walked into the hall to greet her husband, unsure of how he would react.
Max walked through the door, smiling, unaware of what had just transpired in the garden but his face dropped as soon as he saw his wife.
“Hi baby,” she said greeting him, trying to sound casual, but she could tell right away he knew something was up.
“What have you been up to?” Max asked suspiciously, putting down his bag and looking at his wife.
She looked incredibly sexy, her soft curves barely contained by the tiny pink bikini, her skin glistening with oil and sweat, hair slightly disheveled and eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Nothing much,” she replied innocently, “just tanning in the garden.”Max raised an eyebrow, “Just tanning?” he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
“Yeah,” Hannah replied, her voice steady, “Why do you ask?”
“Because you look like you’ve been fucked,” Max said, his voice low and dangerous, a hint of excitement in his tone.
Hannah felt a thrill run through her at his words, her pussy clenching at the thought of him knowing what she had just done.
Admitting to her husband about her first encounter with John had been so fucking hot. Max had been shocked, obviously, but also incredibly turned on as she recounted the event and it had ended with him licking John’s cum out of her pussy before adding a load of his own and she was hoping for a repeat.
“Do I?” Hannah asked, feigning ignorance, her heart racing. “And what are you gonna do if I have?” She asked, her voice laced with challenge, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Max took a step towards her, his eyes never leaving hers, and pushed her up against the wall. Hannah gasped, feeling the coolness of the wall against her back, contrasting with the heat of her body, as Max pressed against her.
“Such a fucking whore,” he whispered into her ear, leaning down and starting to slowly kiss her neck as she was pinned against the wall.
She felt his hand gentle grip her throat as he continued to softly kiss her neck. “Tell me,” he asked, his voice low and commanding, his breath hot against her skin.
“You want to know what a bad girl I’ve been baby?” Hannah teased, her voice breathy as Max’s lips continued to trail down her neck, his hand still gently gripping her throat.
“Do you want to hear what he did to me?” Hannah whispered, he eyes fluttering shut in response to Max's soft kisses. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, the heat of it seeping through her bikini bottoms. She loved the way he made her feel, the way he made her body respond to his touch.
“Tell me,” Max growled, his voice low and hungry. He bit down gently on her earlobe, making her gasp. “Tell me what a slut my wife’s been, I want every detail.”
Hannah’s heart was beating fast with excitement and a little bit of fear about recounting what had just happened. She loved the thrill of being naughty and the thought of sharing it with her husband was both exhilarating and a little bit nerve-wracking.
“Well….” She started, “I was just sunbathing in the garden, minding my own business, reading my book,” she explained, her voice laced with a hint of innocence, “and I noticed that John was perving on me from his top window.”
Max paused his kisses, “and you just so happened to be wearing this tiny bikini did you babe? He asked, his voice thick with lust as he looked down at her heaving chest, her tits practically spilling out of the tiny bikini top.
“It was the only thing I could find baby,” Hannah said, with mock innocence.
“I’m sure it was,” Max said with playful skepticism, “how convenient.”
“I was just relaxing in the sun and noticed him watching me,” Hannah continued, her voice growing huskier as she remembered the scene. “When I thought he had gone, I decided to sunbath topless for a bit, you know, to get an even tan.”
“So you knew he had been watching you but you still decided to get your tits out?” Max asked, his voice laced with amusement and lust as he continued to kiss and bite her neck, his hand still gently gripping her throat.
”I thought he had gone!” Hannah protested unconvincingly.
“Sure you did,” Max chuckled, “but carry on,” he encouraged, his free hand now reaching round to grab her round ass.
“So I took off my bikini top, thinking no one could see, and started to oil up my tits to make sure I got a good tan,” she continued. “I made an extra effort to make sure they were completely covered in oil, taking my time to really massage it in thoroughly.”
Max growled in response to her words, his hand squeezing her ass harder. “ So you thought John had gone but you still took a really long time covering your tits in oil and massaging it in?” Max asked skeptical.
“Yes baby, what do you take me for?” Hannah questioned, “do you really think I would get my tits out and sensually rub oil over them if I knew another man was watching me?” She asked, her voice laced with innocence.
“That’s exactly what I think. I think you’re a little tease and you wanted him to watch you, to watch you covering those huge perfect tits in oil,” he growled, looking down at her heaving chest again.
“So I was just innocently oiling up my boobs and I started to get a little…..carried away,” she explained.
“Carried away?” Max questioned, looking up at her.
“Yeah well you know how I get when you play with my boobs, I couldn’t help but touch my nipples,” she said. “They were so sensitive and it felt so good with the oil baby and they were getting hard and so I just kind of played with them for a bit.”
“Played with them how?” Max encouraged breathily, “ I want all the details remember.”
Hannah reached down between them and gently started to rub Max’s cock through his trousers as she continued her story, Max letting out a low groan as she started to tease him.
“I was rubbing them until they were really hard and erect,” she purred, “and then I started to pinch and pull on them, it felt sooo good baby, like the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, and below I knew it my hand was buried inside my bikini bottoms and my fingers were on my clit,” she said, her voice growing breathier as she remembered the sensation.
Max’s breath hitched as he felt her hand on his cock, his own hand now gripping her ass tighter, pulling her against him. “And what did you do with your fingers?” he asked, his voice low and hungry.
“I started to rub my clit, baby and it felt so naughty,” she moaned, “in the garden, with my tits exposed….”
“With John watching,” Max cut in.
“Mmmm, yeah he must have been watching me baby, the whole time, because I shut my eyes as I got lost in the moment and….. and then next thing I knew, he was standing over me,” she said shyly.
“I bet he couldn’t resist,” Max breathed, “your body displayed for him, your hand working your clit….what did he say?” Max encouraged.
“Nothing,” Hannah responded, “he just stood there, looking at me. I don’t even know how long he’d been stood there perving on me but as soon as I realised I covered up and told him to leave.” She explained.
“And did he?” Max asked intrigued.
“No he didn’t baby….he pulled my hand away from my chest and exposed my tits again.” Hannah admitted.
“And you didn’t try and stop him or cover up again?” Max questioned.
“I asked him what he thought he was doing and told him I was relaxing in the privacy of my own garden but he just laughed at me,” Hannah said, “he told me I knew exactly what I was doing, which I denied, and then refused to leave.”
“And did you know exactly what you were doing baby?” Max asked intrigued.
“Maybe?” Hannah said coyly, “would it make me a slut if I knew he might be watching, that I intentionally wore a tiny bikini for him to see me and when I knew I had his attention, covered my tits in oil and masturbated while he watched?” She asked.
“It does baby,” Max growled, “it makes you a cock teasing little slut who’s just begging for it.”
Hannah grabbed Max by the hair and pulled his face to hers, kissing him hard and passionately.
“Then your wife’s a slut,” she purred, breaking their kiss, a mischievous smile on her lips.
“I know she is and I can’t help but fucking love it,” Max smiled back. “What happened next,” he asked excitedly.
“It’s probably easier to show you baby,” Hannah grinned, taking Max by the hand and pulling him into the lounge.
Hannah walked over to the sofa and untied her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor at her feet.
Max’s eyes were immediately on her glistening, still oily tits which jiggled as she lowered herself down and lay on the sofa.
“So I was laying like this,” she explained “and he was stood next to me, there” she said, looking at Max and encouraging him to stand next to her.
“He was teasing me about the last time he fucked me,” she continued “and then without warning he just told me to roll over.”
“And did you? Did you do as you were told baby?” Max pressed.
“Not immediately…I was shocked by his request,” Hannah replied, “I questioned him but he just told me to get on my hands and knees and….well, he’s just so confident and dominating, I knew I wouldn’t have been able to stop him so I just did as he asked, like this,” she said, getting into position in front of Max, her tits hanging beneath her, ass in the air.
“Fuuuuck,” Max growled, staring down at his wife, “you look so fucking hot like that,” he continued.
Hannah turned back to look at her husband as he admired her body. “I felt so vulnerable and exposed baby, displayed to him like this. My bikini bottoms barely cover anything and I could feel his eyes on my ass, my pussy,” Hannah explained, her voice breathy as she looked up at her husband.
“And what did he do next?” Max asked, his voice thick with lust as he watched his wife’s body.
”I knew what he wanted, what he was going to do to me and I told him baby,” Hannah assured, “I said, you can’t do this again and that I was a married woman, but he told me he could do what he wanted, and he was right, I was helpless in this position,” Hannah said, gently shaking her ass.
“He made me pull my bikini bottoms to the side…..like this,” Hannah explained, reaching back and pulling the sodden gusset aside, revealing her freshly fucked pussy to Max for the first time.
Max didn’t say a word, he just stared at her pussy, red and swollen, cum visibly leaking from her used, gaped hole.
“He made me do it baby,” Hannah repeated, “I didn’t have a choice,” she protested, still displaying her pussy to Max shamelessly.
“I told him he couldn’t just use me whenever he wanted but he said that he could and that he would, and the next thing I knew he had his cock out and was trying to push it inside me,” Hannah continued breathily, reliving the moment.
“I was helpless baby, completely at his mercy, I told him he mustn’t but he didn’t listened, he just forced his big, thick cock inside me.”
Hannah let out a large exhale of breath as she remembered the sensation.
“He was so big, so thick, and he just forced himself inside me, stretching me out, filling me up completely. I could feel every inch of him as he pushed deeper and deeper, until he was balls deep inside me.”
Max’s cock twitched in his trousers at the thought of another man’s cock buried inside his wife. He couldn’t help but imagine the scene, his wife’s pussy stretched around another man’s thick cock.
He couldn’t stop himself from unzipping his trousers and pulling out his own cock, hard and throbbing, pre/cum leaking from the tip.
He started to stroke himself slowly as he looked down at his wife as she knelt there, bikini pulled to the side, cum dripping pussy displayed, continuing her story.
“I tired to stop myself from moaning baby,” she went on, “I didn’t want him to hear me, but it felt so fucking good, so fucking thick and full inside me, I couldn’t help it,” she purred, reliving the memory.
She let go of her bikini and slowly started to rub her clit, using the cum leaking out of her as lube, groaning as she continued.
“He pulled nearly all the way out of me before slamming back inside, hard. He was so deep and I had to hold onto the lounger just to stop myself falling over,” she moaned, her fingers working her clit harder.
“Oooo baby,” she moaned, “he told me I wanted it, that I was a slut for holding my bikini aside for him and just kept fucking me, harder and harder,”
she said, her voice breathy as she remembered the sensation.
Max was now stroking his cock faster, his eyes locked on his wife’s pussy, watching as she fingered herself, her cum covered fingers working her clit.
“He was right baby,” she admitted, “I did want it, I wanted him to fuck me, to use me like his little slut,” she moaned, her fingers working faster, her body starting to shake with pleasure.
“He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me harder and faster, his cock slamming into me, filling me up completely,” she continued, her voice growing louder as she got closer to orgasm.
“I could feel his balls slapping against my clit, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. He was using me, fucking me like I was his little cum dump, and I loved it.”
Max’s hand was now a blur as he stroked his cock, his breath coming in short gasps as he watched his wife’s body writhe in pleasure. He could see the cum leaking from her pussy, coating her fingers as she worked her clit, and it was driving him wild.
”He called me his slut and that I deserved this and then he made me push back on him as he pounded into me baby. He was using me again and it felt soooo fucking good.” She moaned.
“His cock is perfect,” she teased, “a good length and so thick, it fills me up completely, like it was made for my pussy baby,” she cooed.
She knew Max loved being teased like this, that he was loving every second of it as she continued to tease him.
“He was so rough and dominate with me, fucking my tight, married little pussy so good that I was already on the edge.” She groaned, “you’ve never made me cum with just your cock in my pussy, have you baby?” She taunted, “and he was about to do it for a second time in under a month,” she said, her voice laced with disbelief.
Max’s cock twitched in his hand at her words, as she smiled at him mischievously, and he had to stop wanking just so he didn’t cum prematurely, which made her grin even wider.
“I’ve never been fucked by anyone as good as him in my life,” she admitted, her voice low and sultry, “the way he uses me and treats me like his personal whore, only existing to serve his cock, it’s so fucking hot.”
Max’s eyes were glued to her pussy, watching as she fingered herself, her cum-covered fingers working her clit with expert precision, his own cock throbbing and twitching, unable to touch it without cumming.
“I told him not to cum inside me baby,” she said, her voice laced with innocence, “I wanted to be a good wife for you and not let another man fill me with his seed, but…..well you can see that he didn’t listen,” she teased, gliding her fingers through her pussy lips and pulling them away slightly to show off the white sticky cum coating them.
“He told me he had been saving a big load just to dump in my pussy baby. He said it would be leaking out of me for days,” she cooed, offering Max her fingers.
Max immediately dropped to his knees, taking Hannah’s cum coated fingers in his mouth. She could feel his tongue swirling around them, cleaning them off as he groaned in pleasure. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust and hunger.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so fucking good,” he growled, “I can taste him on you, his cum mixed with your juices, it’s fucking intoxicating.”
Hannah moaned in response, her pussy clenching at the sight of her husband on his knees, relishing the taste of her pussy and another man’s cum on her fingers.
She knew how much he loved this, how much he loved knowing she had been used and fucked by another man, and she loved the power it gave her over him.
Her finger returned to her pussy as she looked Max in the eyes and continued to play with herself.
“I told him he might get me pregnant but he just didn’t care,” Hannah continued, “do you like that idea baby,” she groaned as she rubbed her clit harder, “the thought of another man using your wife unprotected, filling her with his seed, impregnating her, breeding her, like a whore.”
Max’s hand had returned to his cock and he stroked himself hard, spurred on by her words.
“It was such a big load he filled me with honey,” she teased, offering him her fingers again, freshly coated in their combined juices, which he greedily took into his mouth, groaning around her fingers as he continued to wank.
“I could feel myself getting close when he was threatening to cum inside of me. It was all too much to take, his huge cock relentlessly pounding into me, his balls slapping against my clit, his threats to breed me, I couldn’t hold back.” She explained as she watched Max sucking her fingers.
She pulled her fingers from his mouth, reached back and pulled off her bikini bottoms; before shifting on the sofa, sitting facing Max, with him knelt between her legs.
She spread her pussy lips for him, proudly showing off her freshly fucked, cum-filled hole.
"Look at it baby," she said, her voice laced with pride and a hint of shame, "look at how he used me, how he filled me up."
Max's eyes were glued to her pussy, his cock throbbing in his hand as he watched her fingers spread her lips, revealing the white sticky cum leaking from her hole.
”He told me that if I came then he was going to cum inside of me but it was already too late. I tried really hard to stop myself, I promise baby,” Hannah said unconvincingly, “but he just felt so fucking good I couldn’t stop.”
Max’s eyes were transfixed as Hannah continued to play with her pussy, spreading the leaking cum around her lips, making sure he could see every inch of her used cunt, her clit throbbing and swollen.
“Fuck it looks so fucking hot,” Max said breathily, his hand moving faster on his cock, his eyes never leaving her pussy.
“Did he make you cum hard?” he asked hopefully.
“So fucking hard baby,” Hannah purred, “it was so intense, so fucking good, I screamed out,” she moaned, “you could never make me cum like he does baby,” she teased , knowing it would drive him wild. “He’s so fucking good at fucking me, he knows exactly how to use my body, how to make me cum harder than I ever have before.”
Max’s hand was a blur as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on his wife’s pussy, watching as she continued to play with herself, her fingers coated in the other man’s cum.
He couldn’t help but imagine her screaming out in pleasure, her body convulsing as John pounded into her, making her cum harder than he ever could.
“You know, baby,” Hannah said, her voice low and sultry, “John made me cum so hard, I think I squirted a bit.” She lied. “I’ve never done that before, not even with you,” she teased, looking down up at her husband, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Max groaned at her words, his cock twitching in his hand. He loved hearing about another man making his wife cum, loved knowing that she was being used and pleasured in ways he never could. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he continued to stroke himself.
“After I’d cum, I knew I didn’t have a choice about him cumming inside of me, that was the deal and I couldn’t break it, could I baby?” Hannah asked innocently, her fingers still working her clit, her eyes locked on Max’s cock as he stroked himself.
“No, you couldn’t,” Max groaned, his hand moving faster, his eyes glued to his wife’s pussy, watching as she continued to play with herself.
“He started pulling my hair from behind as he fucked me harder and faster, his cock slamming into me, his balls slapping against my clit. I could feel him getting close, his cock swelling inside of me, ready to fill me up,” she moaned, her fingers working her clit harder, her body starting to shake with pleasure.
“I told him no, I told him he was going to breed me,” she said, feigning concern, “but it just tipped him over the edge and he buried himself balls deep inside of me.”
“I could feel it all baby, I could feel his hot cum shooting deep into me, filling me up completely, coating my insides with his sticky seed,” she moaned, her fingers working her clit faster, her body writhing in pleasure as she relived the moment.
“His cock was throbbing inside of me, pumping me full of his load,” she continued, her voice breathy as she watched Max’s hand move faster on his cock, his eyes locked on her pussy.
“Taste it baby,” she moaned, “taste what he left inside of your wife,” she said, spreading her legs wider, invitingly.
Max buried his face in her pussy, his tongue lapping up their combined juices leaking from her hole, groaning as he tasted another man’s seed, mixed with her own juices, directly from the source.
“Good boy,” Hannah cooed, placing her hand on the back of his head and gently pushing his face deeper into her pussy.
“That’s it baby, lick it all up, clean me out like a good little cum dump I am,” she teased, her voice laced with dominance and pleasure.
Max groaned around her pussy, his tongue working furiously, lapping up every last drop of John’s cum, mixed with her own juices as he continued to stroke his cock.
He could taste the saltiness of the other man’s seed, the sweetness of her arousal, and it was driving him wild.
“You love it don’t you baby,” Hannah purred, “you love knowing you’re licking another man’s cum out of your wife’s used, well fucked pussy, knowing you’re cleaning up after him so he doesn’t breed me.”
Max’s cock twitched in his hand as he continued to stroke himself, “keep going baby, it feels so fucking good,” she moaned, “you’re doing such a good job cleaning my pussy, does it taste good baby?” She taunted.
Max could only groan in response and she knew he was close.
“You’re getting so fucking good at this baby,” she moaned, “it’s becoming a regular thing for you to clean up after another man has used me, isn’t it?” She teased, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer to her pussy.
“Mmmm, yes baby, it is,” he mumbled around her pussy, his tongue still lapping up the last of the cum.
“And you love it, don’t you?” she asked, her voice laced with dominance, “you love knowing that I’m being used by other men, that I’m being filled with their cum, that you’re cleaning it up afterwards.”
Max groaned again, his tongue working faster, his hand a blur on his cock as he stroked himself harder, his eyes locked on her pussy.
He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he continued to lap up the cum and her juices.
Without warning, Hannah pushed his head away from her pussy, making him look up at her.
“Reclaim your wife’s pussy,” she demanded.
“You could never fuck me like he does baby but I want another load of cum inside me, reclaim this slutty whore pussy as yours,” she taunted, her voice laced with dominance and pleasure.
Hannah got back onto her hands and knees, just like she had done for John, and looked back at Max, her eyes filled with lust and hunger.
“Cum inside me baby, come and reclaim your wife’s pussy,” she said, her voice sultry and inviting.
Max didn’t need to be told twice, he quickly stood up and dropped his trousers and boxers to the floor, and got into position behind her.
He pushed inside of her and groaned as he felt her stretched, cum-filled pussy envelop his cock. It was the best feeling in the world and he was already so close to cumming.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, his hands gripping her hips as he started to thrust into her.
“I can’t even feel you baby,” Hannah teased, “he’s so thick and he’s stretched me out so much I can barely even feel you,” she said looking back at him over her shoulder a mischievous smile on her lips.
She reached between her legs and started to rub her clit, her fingers working her swollen nub as Max thrust into her, close to cumming after Max’s expert cleaning of her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so loose,” Max groaned, his hands gripping her hips harder as he tried to stop himself cumming.
“That’s because he’s so fucking big baby,” Hannah moaned, “he’s so thick and long, he fills me up completely, he hits spots inside me that you’ve never even touched,” she teased, her fingers working her clit faster as she felt Max’s cock throbbing inside her.
“He’s ruined me for you baby, I can barely feel you anymore,” she taunted, her voice laced with pleasure and dominance.
Max groaned, his hands gripping her hips harder, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “I’m gonna cum,” Max grunted.
“Do it,” Hannah urged, rubbing her clit harder, chasing her own orgasm, “dump another load of cum inside of me, turn me into the cum slut I am,” she moaned.
In tandem, they both started to cum, Max’s cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his hot seed, while Hannah’s fingers worked her clit, sending her over the edge too.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Max groaned, his body shaking as held himself deep inside her as he emptied himself into her pussy, his cock throbbing and twitching as it released his biggest load ever.
Hannah’s body convulsed as she felt Max’s hot cum filling her up, her own orgasm ripping through her, her fingers working her clit furiously.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moaned, her body shaking as she came, her pussy clenching around Max’s cock, milking him for every last drop, imagining to two men’s cum mixing inside her.
Max groaned, his body shuddering as he finished cumming, his cock twitching inside her as he emptied the last of his load into her pussy.
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his hands moving to cup her large breasts, squeezing them gently as he caught his breath.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered in her ear, his voice filled with awe and admiration.
Hannah smiled, her body still shaking with aftershocks, her pussy filled with their combined cum.
“I know,” she replied, her voice breathy and content.