Chapter 5: Denouement
The water in the shower turned off and Brie stepped out to dry off her completely smooth body. Sarah was waiting on the bed in the other room. “Dress sexy for me baby!” Sarah yelled from the bedroom as Brie opened his dresser drawer and looked inside.
He had a variety of sexy outfits to choose from, but he quickly picked out a black, lacy teddy that he knew Sarah loved. He slipped it on, the fabric caressing his smooth skin, the lace scratching slightly at his nipples, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
He looked at himself in the mirror, his heart pounding with anticipation and excitement. He loved the way he looked in the teddy, the way it accentuated his curves, the way it made him feel sexy and desirable. He knew Sarah loved it too, loved seeing him like this, loved watching him squirm and beg for her touch.
after their time with Marcus, things had changed. She threw out all his boi clothes and only let him dress like a slut. He looked in the mirror again and smiled then he waked through the door to an awaiting Sarah.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Brie, you look stunning," Sarah said, her eyes wide with desire as she took in the sight of her husband standing before her, dressed in nothing but the flimsy lace teddy. She could see the outline of his cock through the thin fabric, could see the way the lace cupped and cradled his small, perky tits.
"Thank you, baby," Brie purred, her voice low and sultry. "You like what you see?"
Sarah nodded, her breath hitching in her throat as she stood up and walked towards Brie. Sarah had changed as well. She was more in charge, as evidenced by the large black cock strapped on and swinging between her legs.
She was confident and dominant as Brie whimpered in anticipation.
"On your knees, slut," Sarah commanded, her voice a low growl. "Suck my cock and get it nice and wet."
Brie eagerly complied, dropping to her knees in front of Sarah. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire and submission. He licked his lips before taking the head of her cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip. Sarah groaned, her hips thrusting forward slightly, fucking Brie's mouth.
"That's it, you fucking slut," she growled, her fingers tangling in Brie's hair, tightening her grip as she held his head still. "Suck that cock like the dirty little whore you are."
Brie moaned, the vibration echoing around Sarah's fake cock. He took it deeper, his nose pressing against her stomach, his lips and throat stretching wide around the thick, veiny shaft. He could taste the lube, the slight tang of plastic, and the underlying musk of Sarah's arousal.
Sarah reached over and played with the jeweled plug peaking out of Brie’s ass.
“You’ve been a good little slut, haven’t you?” she said, her voice low and husky. She toyed with the charm, applying pressure that made Brie moan around her cock.
“Yes, baby, I have,” Brie managed to say around her mouthful of strap-on. She looked up at Sarah, her eyes filled with adoration and lust. “I want to be your little slut, Sarah. I want to make you feel good.”
Sarah grinned down at her, her grip on her hair tightening. “This time I’m gonna make you feel good. Get on you knees and spread those cheeks for me.” Sarah commanded, her voice thick with lust and desire.
Brie complied immediately, dropping to all fours on the bed and spreading her legs wide. She arched her back, pushing her ass up in the air, the jeweled plug shining in the dim lighting of the bedroom. Sarah stepped behind her, her eyes locked onto Brie's plugged ass. She ran a hand over Brie’s smooth, round ass, her fingers tracing the crack, teasing the edge of the plug. Brie moaned, her body quivering with anticipation as Sarah’s touch sent shivers down her spine.
Sarah gently pulled out the plug and admired the gaping hole before her as she lined up the strap on.
She smacked Brie's ass cheek hard, leaving behind a red palm print. "Fuck yeah, look at that hole all open and ready for me," Sarah growled, her voice thick with lust.
The sound of the smack reverberated through the room, and Brie moaned, pushing back against Sarah's hand, eager for more.
"Please, baby," Brie begged, "I need your cock. I need you to fuck me."
Sarah chuckled darkly, her grip tightening on Brie's hip. "Ok, slut," she said, her voice a low purr as she began pressing the head inside.
"You ready for your wife to fuck your tight little ass?"
Brie moaned, pushing back against Sarah's cock, eager for more. "Yes, baby, please. Fuck my pussy. Make me your little slut."
Sarah grinned and began pushing in, inch by agonizing inch. Brie moaned and whimpered, his body tensing and relaxing as he adjusted to the intrusion.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Brie," Sarah groaned, her voice thick with lust and desire.
Her hands gripped Brie's hips tight, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she started to move, her hips thrusting forward, fucking Brie's ass raw and deep.
Brie moaned, his body convulsing as Sarah's cock filled him completely, stretching him wide open. He could feel every inch of Sarah's fake cock sliding in and out of him, the thick shaft rubbing against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Fuck, yes, Sarah," Brie gasped, his voice a desperate plea. "Fuck my ass like you mean it.
Show me what a real woman can do," Brie taunted, his voice a dirty, desperate plea. He knew how to push her buttons, how to make her lose control.
Sarah growled, her grip on Brie's hips tightening, her nails digging into his flesh. "You want it rough, you little slut? You want me to fuck you like a real man would?"
Brie moaned, his body squirming and shifting beneath her, desperate for more. "Yes, god, yes. Fuck me like you want Marcus to fuck you."
Sarah smiled cruelly, her eyes gleaming with memory and lust. She pushed Brie flat. Prone on the bed and started pumping long sensual strokes in and out. Pounding deep like a piston.