Chapter 11: Jealousy
It had been days since their intense threesome. And while Chelsea had accepted her new place as Sarah’s submissive as Sarah continued a sexual and romantic relationship with Chelsea’s husband Sam, Chelsea began to supress jealousy - despite howmuch the new sexual relationships turned her on.
The chemistry between Sarah and Sam had only intensified, and Chelsea found herself feeling increasingly left out as the pair experimented with new dirty talk, role-play scenarios, and even harder BDSM play such as restraints, hot wax play and more. Sarah even continued to wear Chelsea’s wedding ring.
They were consumed by the filthy affair, the taste of Chelsea’s pussy on her lips, the feel of her husband’s cock inside her, and the satisfaction of submitting to him and Sarah whenever they wanted.
One night, feeling jealous, Chelsea decided to see if Sarah had returned to her own home with her own husband mark. She wanted to confront her friend about her conflicting feelings about their affairs. Chelsea walked up to the home home Sarah and mark shared.
The front door was unlocked, and she pushed it open gently. The whole place reeked of sweat and sex. She walked inside, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way to the bedroom.
Mark was lying on the bed, their comforter thrown aside, his hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked slowly. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily. Chelsa watched the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each movement of his hand. She had never seen mark like this. Sure he wasn’t very attractive and had an average cock xtive a beta with short blonde hair and boring cloths and his everyday posture, but there he was, lying in bed, completely exposed.
Chelsea's eyes trailed down to the panties in marks hand wrapped around is average cock, and she felt her own body responding in way she wasn't expecting. Her pussy tingled, and she felt her heartbeat quicken.
She knew she shouldn't be here, but she couldn't tear herself away.
"Fuck, Sarah," Mark moaned, his voice low and husky. “I love when other men use your pussy….” Mark continued, not knowing he was being watched by Chelsea. He gasped, his hand gripping the panties tighter as he picked up the pace of his strokes.
Chelsea felt a strange thrill watching the way her best friend's husband pleasured himself with her underwear. There was something filthy and wrong about it, but she couldn't deny the arousal that was building inside of her. The scent of Sarah's pussy still lingering in the fabric, and she watched his hand move faster and faster.
She felt a surge of wetness between her legs as she imagined what it would be like to be the one he was imagining, to hear her name fall from his lips in a desperate plea for release.
"Sarah, oh fuck, Sarah," Mark groaned louder, gasping for breath, he was so lost in his fantasy.
Chelsea knew she should have left, should have said something, but she couldn't find the words. Instead, she found herself walking towards the bed, her eyes locked on the way his hand moved over his cock.
Her body was tingling with arousal and guilt, and she didn't know how to process it.
"Mark," Chelsea said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
He jumped, his eyes opening wide as he looked at her in shock. "Chelsea," he gasped, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I, um, I didn't hear you come in."
Chelsea's eyes dropped to the panties in his hand, and she felt a surge of jealousy mixed with arousal. She grabbed them from his hand in a sexy way and brought them to her nose , inhaling deeply. The scent of Sarah's arousal was strong, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure at the thought of her friends husband getting off to the memory of being being cucked by his wife.
"I see you're enjoying those," Chelsea said, her voice low and sultry. Mark's eyes widened, and he stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse. "Uh, yeah, I just...I was...uh..."
But Chelsea cut him off with a laugh. "Relax, Mark. I know what you were doing.
You know that, don't you, Mark?" she asked, her voice dripping with lust.
Mark stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, his face embarrassed beyond belief. "Chelsea, I...I didn't mean any disrespect. I - I just, I...I needed to relieve myself, ok?
“shhh…” Chelsea said and she began to crawl, fully clothed on top of his naked body. “What if I wanna help you finish.” She whispered in her best friends husbands ear.
"What if I want to help you cum, Mark? What if I want to feel your cock inside me - my best friend's husband, fucking me." She ground her hips against his face.
Mark gasped, his cock twitching in his hand as Chelsea spoke the words he never thought he'd hear. He stared up at her, his eyes wide with shock and arousal. "Chelsea, I...I can't," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chelsea smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief and lust.
She leaned down and whispered in Mark's ear, her voice barely above a whisper, "But Mark, I will...if you let me."
Mark let out a low groan, his cock throbbing in his hand. "Yes, Chelsea," he said hoarsely, his voice filled with a desperation that he couldn't hide.
Chelsea step back and began to undress slowly for mark. “In one condition baby. I want you to pretend I’m your wife. And while I ride you I want you to talk dirty to me about me cucking you. In every detail possible.” Mark's eyes widened as he looked up at Chelsea, his mind reeling. “What? I-I can't do that, Chelsea. That's...that's so wrong.”
But despite his protests, he couldn't deny the way his cock twitched at the thought of it. He couldn't deny the way his heart raced as he imagined Chelsea riding him, her pussy wet and tight around his shaft as she whispered filthy words in his ear.
“Come on, Mark.
You know you want to. You've been fantasizing about it, haven't you?” Chelsea asked as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her breasts. She knew she had him hooked, and she couldn’t help the thrill that surged through her as she watched him squirm under her gaze.
Mark's eyes were glued to her body, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she continued to strip for him. He shook his head, trying to clear the haze of lust that had settled over him.
"Chelsea, I...I can't do that," he said again, his voice weak and uncertain.
Chelsea smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I think you can, Mark," she said as she stripped off her blouse and bra, revealing her perfect, round breasts to him. Her nipples were hard and perky, and she tweaked them erotically, moaning softly as she did so.
Mark couldn't believe what was happening.
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Chelsea removed her clothes until she stood before him, naked and beautiful. He couldn't help but stare at her body, taking in the curves and contours of her figure.
"Are you sure about this, Chelsea?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening, that he was about to have sex with his best friend's wife.
"I'm absolutely sure, Mark," Chelsea replied, her voice dripping with confidence.
"Now let's see if you can live up to my expectations."
Mark hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his eyes lingering on Chelsea's naked body for a brief moment before he lowered himself onto the bed. He seemed nervous, unsure of what to do. Chelsea reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, guiding him closer to her.
"Don't worry, Mark," she said, her voice low and seductive.
"I'll guide you every step of the way. Just do what I say, and you'll have the time of your life."
Mark nodded, his throat dry as he looked up at Chelsea. She was so beautiful, so confident, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his cock as he imagined what it would be like to be inside her.
"Good," Chelsea said with a smile. "Let's start with the basics. Pretend I’m your wife. Tell me how badly you want strangers to fuck me. Tell me how badly you want to be cucked.”
she began to lower her pussy onto his cock , slowly taking him inside of her. He groaned as he felt her tight warmth surrounding him, clutching onto him like a vice. It was better than he had ever imagined. Much better.
He had never been inside Chelsea before, the sensation was overwhelming, and he had to take a moment to gather himself before he could speak.
"Fuck, Chelsea. I want it so badly," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I want to watch as you spread your legs for other men, letting them fuck you while I sit back and watch.
I want to see the look on your face as you take their cocks inside of you, to see you scream in pleasure as they make you cum over and over again."
Chelsea moaned as she heard Mark's words. She had never heard him speak like this before, and she couldn't believe how much it was turning her on. She began to ride him harder, grinding her hips against his with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm building inside of her, and she knew it was going to be huge.
"Oh fuck, Mark. Go on.” Chelsea urged Mark, her eyes wanton and hungry as she watched him struggle to find the words to express his darkest fantasies.
Mark licked his lips as he searched for the right words to convey the intensity of his desires. He felt like he was on the edge of a precipice, hanging on to control by a thread.
"Chelsea, I want to see you... I want to watch you... I wanna see you get fucked. Hard. By anyone. Anywhere. Anytime." he finally managed to say, in a hurried rush. “I want to see a sweaty meaty black cock dragged across your body. You fucked bare in the nasty way in front of me .” Mark continued to speak filthy words to Chelsea. “I want to watch as you moan and scream from pleasure that I can’t give you anymore.”
Chelsea’s body tensed, and he could feel her pussy tightening around his cock. She moaned loudly, her back arching as she ground her hips against his.
Mark’s hands moved up to Chelsea’s breasts, his fingers tracing slow circles around her nipples. He could feel them hardening under his touch, and he tweaked them gently, causing Chelsea to gasp and moan louder. Chelsea didn’t care that marks body and cock were average. The dirty talk drove her mad. She hadn’t admitted it yet, but Chelsea was truly jealous at how her husband sam and Sarah’s sexual chemistry had blossomed. Fucking Sarah’s husband, and imagining herself as his hotwife was the exact relief she needed. mark being the dirty cuck pervert he was, didn’t care at all.
He was just trying to imagine that it was someone else’s dick in Chelsea, not his. It was a heady turn on being able to ask for what he really wanted, something he never could with Sarah who was too wholesome and vanilla.
Chelsea heard all of this and her mind raced. Was this truly turning him on? It was disgusting, but goddamnit she deserved just a little fun, right? Did this mean Sarah had actually made her the other man?
Chelsea felt her pussy flood with wetness. She imagined herself become a whore, letting gross strangers use her body for pleasure. Being marks husband and cucking him as his hotwife. She grounded her pussy into marks average cock and returned his dirty talk with her own.
"Yes, baby," Chelsea moaned, her voice low and sultry. "I want you to beg me to let other men fuck me. I want you to beg me to fill my pussy with their cum. I want you to beg me to let them take me in ways you never could."
Mark's eyes widened at Chelsea's words, his heart racing in his chest. He had never heard anyone talk like this before, and it was turning him on beyond belief. He could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, begging for release. He replied back to her, embracing his fetish and letting go of the shame that had built around it.
"Yes, God, yes." Mark groaned "I want you to be a dirty slut. I want you to spread your legs for anyone, anywhere. I want to watch as you beg for their cocks, calling out their names and moaning like a bitch in heat. I want you to lose count of how many cocks you inhale. To fuck any man anywhere.”
The filthy language was just the icing on the cake for Chelsea; she couldn't believe how much she enjoyed it. his wife always shot his fantasies down, unable to listen to or accept him this way. But hearing it from her friend's husband? She didn’t care how mark looked or how average his dick was - this kind of talk made her wet beyond belief,
and she couldn’t help herself.
"Fuck, yes, you fucking dirty cuck," Chelsea moaned, her hips starting to grind faster. Her mind raced, half of her disgusted at what she was doing, the other half completely lost in the moment. She was soaked, her pussy clenching around mark's average cock as she moved on top of him, fucking him without inhibition.
The slap of their skin, the grunts and groans of pleasure, the sexual tension in the room was palpable.
Mark gripped Chelsea's hips, guiding her movements as he continued to mutter obscenities under his breath. The way she looked, with her blonde curls tumbling around her shoulders and her breasts bouncing as she moved, it was almost too much for him to bear.
He could feel his orgasm building, the intensity of it almost overwhelming. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back, but it was no use.
“mmm i have an idea.” Chelsea moaned as she pulled off him, disappearing to Sarah’s closet. Mark wasted no time picking up Chelsea’s thong from the floor, bringing it to his face.
He took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of his wife’s best friend. He closed his eyes, imagining Chelsea was his wife, not Sarah. Imagining a life where she fucked strange men, black men, old gross men, in bulk, truly becoming his hot wife.
Chelsea's mind was racing, her thoughts in disarray as she searched for the perfect garment. Her eyes fell upon the perfect piece. A bridal boudoir gown, totally transparent, and the veil Sarah had worn on her wedding - a sexy family heirloom Chelsea knew Sarah cherished.
"You want me to pretend I'm your wife ?" Chelsea said to herself as she changed into the items. "Fine, I'll be your wife. Your hotwife.”
In the intimate setting of Sarah's closet, Chelsea began to change into an outfit from Sarah's wedding. She reached for a milky sleeveless tulle lace boudoir dress, an elegant and delicate piece that seemed perfect for a special occasion. The dress, designed as a boudoir gown, featured intricate embroidery and a graceful tulle skirt with a 50 cm train that added a touch of timeless romance. It was sexy, and totally see through. Chelsea wanted to feel like marks wife in this taboo moment.
Chelsea slipped in the gown over her naked skin, feeling the soft tulle and lace glide over her skin. She adjusted the elegant, removable top of the finest mesh, ensuring it fit perfectly over her shoulders. The dress hugged her petite, toned frame, highlighting her curves and giving her an air of ethereal beauty.
As a final touch, Chelsea reached for Sarah's wedding veil, a cherished family heirloom that Sarah had worn on her wedding day. The veil, adorned with delicate lace and embroidery, held sentimental value and added an extra layer of elegance to Chelsea's look. She carefully positioned the veil over her curly blonde hair, letting it cascade down her back and blend seamlessly with the train of the gown.
Admiring herself in the mirror, Chelsea twirled slightly, watching the tulle and lace move with her. She felt a mixture of reverence and excitement, knowing she was wearing something so special to Sarah that she was now claiming for herself and her kinky fuck with Sarah’s husband. The combination of the exquisite dress and the cherished veil made Chelsea feel like a bride herself, a vision of timeless beauty and grace, and a sexy hotwife needing cock.
She smirked at the thought as she walked back into the bedroom to find mark, sitting on the edge of the bed, still holding her discarded thong in his hands.
Chelsea stood in front of him and struck a sexy pose, her hands on her hips. "Well? What do you think?" she asked.
Mark's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked at Chelsea. She was breathtakingly beautiful in the bridal dress, and the sheer material left very little to the imagination.
Mark could see her nipples, hard with arousal, peeking through the delicate lace, and a wet patch spreading between her thighs.
"Fuck, Chelsea," he breathed, his eyes trailing down her body. "You look...you look incredible."
Chelsea smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Thank you, Mark," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I'm glad you approve."
She walked towards him, swaying her hips seductively, drawing his attention to her bare pussy. “I’m going to keep riding you, cucky. And I want to hear all about the gross ways you want strange men to use my body. Get gross cucky. Get dirty.” Chelsea purred, her voice dripping with desire as she straddled Mark on the bed. Mark's eyes responded with a ferocity that belied his earlier hesitancy. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer and began to thrust upwards, burying his average cock inside her.
Chelsea moaned, her mind dropping to a primal level of sensation. She mustered the strength to hook her arms around Mark's neck and ground her pussy against his pelvis, pushing herself down on him hard and fast. Marked grubted, and began to say the dirty things exactly as Chelsea had asked.
“ Mmm, gonna see you soon, my new wifey Chelsea. I want you to be a cum bucket, because I know you’re such a nasty cum slut, sucking cum out of every black dick you can get her mouth on, yes, that's it babe, I wanna see you take big black dick after big black dick, gargle that black cock,” Mark panted, gripping Chelsa's waist and propelling her harder into him.
Chelsea moaned as she felt Marks average cock touch her spot again and again, feeling him hit the right spots with his average size.
“I want you to be bred by a black overweight stranger , you’ll fuck him in a nasty place with filthy black sweat sticking to your skin, letting him breed you like a sow in heat. You want his thick black cock and his cum, don't you baby?” Mark said to Chelsea, the dirty talk becoming easier as he continued.
His words were met with a low moan from Chelsea, her pussy clenching around him as she moved faster and faster. She couldn't believe the things that were coming out of her best friend's husband's mouth. But she couldn't deny how much it was turning her on.
“I wanna watch your belly grow with his black seed as you fuckkkk a whore for free anyone who asks , just to get more strange dick inside of you. You'll fuck any size, any race, just as long as it is not white, especially not white like your precious sam.” Mark continued with his dirty talk, voice low and gravelly as he fucked her harder and faster.
His words were like a trigger for Chelsea. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back and bucking her hips harder against him. The thought of being so dirty and filthy made her pussy even wetter, and she could feel her orgasm building.
“Yes, oh god yes, Mark. Do it.
Fuck me, Mark," Chelsea moaned, her voice thick with desire. Her body trembled as she rode him harder, the ache between her legs growing with every thrust.
Mark didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed Chelsea's hips and began to piston his cock in and out of her with wild abandon. He drove himself deeper and harder, his balls slapping against her ass. The sound of their skin meeting, combined with their heavy breathing, filled the room.
Chelsea threw her head back and cried out, her pussy clenching around Mark's cock as she came hard. As she did she said the nastiest most perverted things yet.
“ Fuck, Mark, watch as I cum and take several huge black cocks inside me. I'm gonna be gargling tasty black man's cum all day, and you'll cum, too Mark! Fill me up! Cum on my cum slut body!”
Chelsea panted, riding Mark with a wild, primal energy. Her nails dug into his chest as she arched her back, her blonde curls bouncing around her face.
"Fuck, Mark. Don't stop. Just like that. Harder." she commanded, her voice breathy and desperate.
Mark grunted, his hips moving in a frenzy as he pounded into Chelsea. She was so wet, so tight, and so fucking hot. He could feel his orgasm rising inside of him, the heat pooling in his balls and spreading throughout his entire being.
"God, you feel so good, Chelsea," he gasped, his voice filled with lust. "I'm gonna cum, baby.
Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." Mark gritted his teeth as his orgasm began to wash over him, the sensation pooling in his balls before bursting forth in a flood of hot cum.
Chelsea let out a loud, satisfied moan as she felt Mark unload himself inside of her, her body quivering as she came down from her own orgasm. She collapsed onto him, her body shaking with the intense pleasure she'd just experienced.
"That was...fucking incredible," Chelsea breathed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She lay on top of Mark, feeling his heart race against her chest as he struggled to catch his breath.
Mark wrapped his arms around Chelsea, holding her close as they both came down from their high. He could feel the sticky mess of his and Chelsea's combined releases inside of her, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over him.
He had done it.
He had fucked his best friend's wife, and it had been everything he had ever dreamed of.
He didn't know if it was the thrill of breaking the ultimate taboo or the fact that Chelsea had been so willing to play along with his fantasies, but whatever it was, he couldn't get enough.
As their breathing slowed and their heart rates returned to normal, Mark pulled out of Chelsea and lay back on the bed. He was still reeling from what had just happened, and his mind was racing with a million different thoughts.
But despite the anxiety that threatened to consume him, he couldn't deny the intense feeling of satisfaction that filled him.
He had just experienced one of the most mind-blowing sexual encounters of his life. Chelsea was lying next to him, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed with pleasure. She looked up at him with a lazy smile, and he couldn't help but feel his body respond to her.
"That was...incredible," Mark breathed, his voice low and filled with emotion.
Chelsea nodded in agreement, a small satisfied smile playing on her lips. "It was," she said simply, looking down at her body. The amount of cum mark had busted in her was seeping out. Her pussy was absolutely caked with a sheer volume of cum. She’d never seen her pussy filled and covered like this.
The amount of cum that was seeping out from between her legs was almost overwhelming, but Chelsea knew she could take more. She knew she could handle Mark's average cock, and she appreciated the lengths he'd gone to satisfy her. She turned to look at his penis, covered in her juices. She’d never seen a more pitiful looking dick.
Mark’s penis, still semi-erect, was dripping with her juices and his cum. It looked tiny, shrunken, and spent. Yet the thought of it was so filthy and degrading, and she was still dripping wet and wanting more. Mark seemed to sense her desire and smiled up at her. "Wanna go again?" he asked with a sly grin. She couldn't believe it, her husband's best friend wanted to fuck her again.
"Shit, I don't know if I can handle that. Im kinda sore. And look at how much cum you left on me - you even got it on Sarah’s veil.” Chelsea remarked teasingly.
Mark grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Please wifey.” He said, sending a chill down Chelsea’s spine as he continued their game, referring to her as his own wife.
“You know what I've always wanted, wifey?” Mark’s gaze intensified as he ran his fingers softly over the white lace of the veil, now stained with their sexual exploits. “I've wanted to see you fucked in ways that I could never imagine. I wanna see you begging for more, your pussy dripping wet and wanting nothing more than to be filled.”
Chelsea shuddered at the thought but couldn't deny the wetness accumulating between her thighs against her better judgment.
“I want you to be pounded by the nastiest stranger we can find. Fucked by a pervert homeless man and used like a cheap whore in a back alley. In fact, we’ll go to the busiest busiest street we can and find the nastiest thug looking man. I’ll pay him to cum inside you in the dirtiest and most perverted way,” Mark whispered huskily, as his handmade its way up her thigh.
Chelsea moaned, her back arching as his fingers brushed against her wet and aching slit. She was still sore from their earlier encounter, but somehow that made it even hotter. Being marks hotwife, cucking him, and becoming some used degraded whore was driving her wild. She wondered what perverted fucked up things she could try.
What depraved and disgusting fantasies she could indulge in to truly push her boundaries and satiate his needs. She could divorce Sam, marry mark. Live a slut hotwife life.She could almost taste the thrill of it, the thought of taking the ultimateumped up degrading role for him.
"Mark? You really want to do this, don't you? You really want to watch me fuck a stranger in the dirtiest way possible?" she questioned him, her voice trembling with desire and trepidation.
"Yes Chelsea, I've never wanted anything more," Mark replied with a determined nod.
His eyes were filled with lust and hunger. He wanted to see his best friend's wife taking a stranger inside her, he wanted to watch her fade away from his touch and embrace the roughness of another man.
"Let's find the filthiest, nastiest looking man we can," Chelsea suggested, her voice filled with excitement. She couldn't believe she was agreeing to the most perverse and degrading act she'd ever considered.
“I have a friend…” mark said “….that I could call right now . A friend who’s probably the dirtiest and most perverted bastard I know. He'd be happy to do it for some quick cash on the side.”
Chelsea gasped, her eyes widening at the thought of Mark having such a friend, but soon she realized he was right. She could imagine the perfect type of filthy stranger that would fulfill Mark’s fantasies.
“Oh my god, do it.” Chelsea panted, the anticipation building up inside her. She was trembling with excitement, her mind racing with dirty scenarios.
'Matt' was a name Mark mentioned casually over their conversation about filthy fantasies, and Chelsea had an instant mental image of a stranger that fit the bill. Mark was quick to confirm her suspicions, admitting that Matt was exactly the kind of pervert they were looking for.
"Matt," Chelsea repeated, the name sending a shiver down her spine. "He sounds perfect." She was already lost in the fantasy of what Matt could do to her, how he could make her such a degraded, dirty whore for Mark.
Mark sent a quick text. "Hey Matt, met a woman who’s into perverted kinks as much as you. Wanna help us make her ultimate fantasy come true?"
A few minutes later, a reply came.
"Send me a picture and the location, I'll be there in 20 mins."
Mark quickly sent a picture of Chelsea in the boudoir gown and veil with the backdrop of their home. Chelsea gulping as she posed, she so rarely had sent lewd pictures - especially to strangers.
"Meet us at my place . Make sure you look filthy, we're going to do something very depraved," Mark wrote back.
Chelsea looked back at Sarah’s closet - she was going to change into Sarah’s wedding lingerie for this disgusting stranger . The thought of her wearing Sarah’s underwear, which she knew was sacred to her friend, as she fucked some pervert in their home for Mark made her created a sick sense of excitement.
She picked up the see-through, lacey negligee and garter belt set. As she slipped the garments on, she marveled at how it had Costar’s. Sarah had a similar style but in a smaller size. Chelsea's outfit hung loosely on her smaller frame, almost comically large in comparison to before.
But she didn't care, all she could think about was the stranger arriving in their home. She was nervous, excited, and just a little bit scared.
Mark and Chelsea waited restlessly, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had both showered, cleaned themselves, but couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation and anticipation.
Finally, a knock came at the door, and Mark hesitated for a moment, steeling himself before answering. When he opened the door, he found Matt standing there. Dirty, rough, and intimidating to say the least. Matt was overweight and greasy -haired, with a scruffy beard and a crooked grin that said he knew exactly why he was there. He was dressed in a dirty white tank top and torn, baggy jeans, his arms covered in tattoos and scars.
Mark's stomach twisted with a mix of fear and excitement as he introduced Matt to Chelsea. She stood tall, her blonde curls cascading over the shoulders of Sarah’s wedding gown, her blue eyes bright with defiance.
She wore Sarah’s wedding lingerie, the lace and silk hugging her petite body. Matt's gaze trailed over her curves, lingering on the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips.
"You're even prettier than Mark said you were," Matt said in a low growl, his eyes locked on Chelsea's chest.
Chelsea blanched at the comment but tried to mask her disgust as she extended her hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Matt," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Matt took her hand and pulled her into the house, dragging her towards the living room.
"You know what I want, bitch," Matt said, his voice low and growly. Chelsea swallowed hard and nodded, feeling a knot of fear and excitement in her stomach.
Mark and Matt stood before her, their eyes locked on her. Both of them waited expectantly, Matt's hand tracing down her arm, his touch rough and possessive. Chelsea felt a shiver run through her, her skin slick with a sheen of sweat.
Mark watched, his heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and desire. He knew he wanted this. He wanted to see Chelsea, who now was pretending to be his sweet, innocent wife, degraded and defiled by another man in the filthiest way possible.
Matt stepped closer, his breath hot on Chelsea's face as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I want you to beg for it, whore," he growled, his fingers tracing a path down her arm. She swallowed hard, her heart racing as she looked up at him, her eyes wide.
"Please, Matt. I-I want you to fuck me." She stammered, trying to hold onto her confidence.
Matt smirked at her, his eyes gleaming with victory. "That's what I wanted to hear, slut. Now get on your hands and knees and show me that tight little ass of yours."
Chelsea hesitated for a moment, but the thought of what was about to happen made her wet. She slowly got down on all fours, her heart pounding in her chest.
Chelsea felt the cool air of the room against her skin as she exposed herself to Matt, her pussy already wet with anticipation.
Mark watched, his cock growing harder at the sight of his wife's best friends soft curves, her bare ass facing Matt. He could see a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes, and it only made him want her more. Matt had no idea who marks true wife was, he assumed it was Chelsea.
Matt, on the other hand, wasted no time in making himself comfy. He tugged down his filthy jeans and pulled out his cock. It was slimy and sweaty and hairy - and could best be described as meaty. It was 7.5 inches, but thick from shaft to head. He grabbed his meaty sweaty cock giving it a few tugs. Chelsea had never seen a filthier nasty cock.
Matt considered it his prize, the biggest secret he had kept from not just his friends, but from everyone. It was a shame too, because he loved showing it off. Loving the wince of disgust or the gasping awe from men and women alike.
Chelsea bit her lip as her husband watched from the sidelines, convincing herself that she could do this. She had to for Mark, she had agreed to this humiliation for him.
"Oh god, look at it!" Chelsea whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked Matt's cock up and down.
Matt laughed crudely, clearly enjoying the show.
"That's right, whore," he sneered. "This is what you're here for." He grabbed her by the neck and forced her face into his sweaty crotch.
Mark winced as he watched Chelsea cough and choke from the smell, but she pushed herself forward, determined to please Matt. Matt didn't waste any time, quickly thrusting his massive cock inside her.
" God, you're mouth is so hot ," he groaned, pumping harder and faster with every stroke.
Chelsea choked and gagged as Matt's cock filled her mouth, the taste of sweat and filth making her stomach turn. She fought the urge to vomit, knowing that it would only make the situation worse for her. Instead, she closed her eyes and imagined herself somewhere else, pretending that it was not her on her knees in front of a filthy stranger, pleasuring him at the bidding of her own husband.
Mark watched as Matt held Chelsea's head in place, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth with a savage intensity.
He could hear the smacking sound of Matt's balls slapping against her chin as he fucked her face. Chelsea's eyes stared up at him, her expression a mixture of pain, humiliation, and arousal.
"go on, baby," Mark said, watching Chelsea. He wanted to feel encourage even more degradation, to make sure she knew that it was his desire that drove this.
Mark reached for her, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair and pulling her head back so that she looked up at him.
"That's right, slut. Suck that cock like the good little whore you are," he snarled, his voice husky and low.
Chelsea tried to pull away, her eyes filling with tears, but Mark held her in place, forcing her to continue. "You wanted this, remember?" he said cruelly. "You wanted to be used like a cheap whore. Now show me how much of a slut you are."
Matt chuckled as he watched the scene unfolding before him, enjoying every moment of Chelsea's degradation.
"Yes, that's it," he moaned, gripping her hair tighter as he plunged his dick deeper down her throat. "Fuck, you're so hot and tight..."
Mark's eyes blazed with desire as he watched his best friend's wife being used like a cheap whore. He knew that this was wrong, that he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to see Chelsea pushed to her limits, wanted to see her made into the perfect slut. He wanted to see Chelsea have the most degrading and ugly filthy perverted fuck of her life . He wanted to see her squirm and claw at the ground, yearning for that nasty cock to give her a filthy dirty creampie.
He wanted to see this whore begging for that slimy cock, would give her that thrilling abusive beating she begged for. He wanted to see her flushed red skin, that beautiful blonde hair getting tangled with herself, her kneeling before him trying to please him the way he wanted.
He wanted to see her suffering and gasping for air as he choked her, hearing the cries of humiliation and defeat in her voice.
The room was thick with tension, the air charged with power and fresh with the scent of Chelsea’s arousal, her juices dripping from the corners of Matt's mouth. Matt's grip on her neck grew stronger, his fucking motions becoming more insistent. Chelsea's body was writhing, convulsing with every thrust, her breaths coming in ragged, overwhelmed sobs.