Chapter 2: Admission
Hannah took a deep breath, trying to compose herself and calm her racing heart . She could hear the sound of the TV coming from the living room, “yeah fine,” Hannah called back, trying to sound casual, “I’m just going to take a quick shower.”
She pushed off the door, she could feel the sticky mess between her legs, the evidence of her encounter with John, and she needed to clean up.
Max appeared in the hallway, his eyes meeting hers. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, a concerned look on his face.
Hannah nodded, “Yeah, just going to take a shower,” she said, trying to keep her voice casual, but she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.
Max raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “You look...flustered,” he said, his eyes roaming over her body.
Hannah felt self-conscious, aware of how she may look, freshly fucked and used. She quickly looked away, trying to hide her discomfort. “I just need to clean up,” she muttered, turning to walk away.
Max grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “Wait,” he said, his voice low. “You look... different. What happened?”
Hannah hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, could feel the weight of his eyes on her body. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I just asked him to turn the music down and we got chatting,” she said, her voice casual, but her heart was pounding in her chest.
She could feel the weight of Max's gaze, could feel the suspicion in his eyes. “Chatting, huh?” he said, his voice low. “You look like you've been doing more than just chatting, babe.”
“What happened?” he asked again, his voice firm, his eyes searching hers.
She hesitated, her mind racing, another man’s cum was still dripping out of her, filling her with a sense of guilt and excitement. She looked into Max’s eyes, saw the concern and suspicion there, and knew she couldn’t lie.
“He fucked me” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she said the words, the reality of what had just happened hitting her like a ton of bricks.
Max’s eyes widened in shock, his grip on her arm tightening. “What?” he exclaimed, his voice barely audible. “You let him fuck you?”
Max’s voice was a low growl, a mix of shock and curiosity.
“Well I didn’t exactly let him, it just sort of happened,” Hannah tried to explain, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and excitement.
Max’s grip on her arm loosened, his hand moving to her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. “Tell me,” he said, his voice firm, his eyes searching hers.
Hannah took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain. “I went over to ask him to turn down the music, and he...he was different. He was confident, dominant. He said he wouldn’t turn it down unless I gave him something in return.”
Max’s eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. “And what did you give him in return, babe?”
“I didn’t give him anything,” Hannah replied, almost defensively, “he just sort of took it,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Max’s eyes widened in surprise, but there was a glint of excitement in them as well. “He just took it?” he repeated, his voice low and husky.
Hannah nodded, her cheeks flushing deeper at her admission. “Yeah, he just...he bent me over the back of the sofa, stripped me naked and then he fucked me,” she admitted, almost nonchalantly, as if it were a casual conversation. “He just took me right there, on the back of the sofa, and fucked me.”
Max's eyes widened, his grip on her chin tightening. "He fucked you?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "And you let him?” Max asked, his voice a low growl, his eyes locked onto hers.
He could see the flush of excitement in her cheeks that made his cock twitch in his pants. She clearly wasn’t hurt, obviously wasn’t upset by what had just happened.
Hannah bit her lip, her eyes flicking away from his gaze. "I didn't exactly let him," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "He just...he took what he wanted,” she confessed, her voice barely audible.
“I told him I was married but he didn’t seem to care,” she continued, her eyes meeting Max’s, “he just...he pushed me down over the sofa and ripped off my clothes. He was so rough, so dominant. He didn’t ask, he just took what he wanted.”
Max’s eyes darkened, his grip on her chin tightening. “Did you tell him to stop?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous as he looked at her.
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “Well not exactly,” she admitted. “I told him he should stop, and that it was inappropriate but I didn’t actually say no at any point,” she confessed.
Max’s grip on her chin loosened, his hand moving to her throat, his fingers wrapping around it gently.
“So you wanted it?” Max asked, his eyes locked onto hers.
She looked back at him, an innocent look in her eyes, “I didn’t not want it baby,” she replied, her voice dripping with sweetness, looking up at him.
“He was just so dominate….so…..rough with me, I couldn’t help it. He just took control and the next thing I knew I was bent over the sofa naked with his dick inside of me,” Hannah explained, still looking at her husband defiantly.
“He didn’t ask, so I didn’t have a chance to say no,” she continued, “it just sort of happened,” a small smile playing on her lips. “He was so fucking dominant, Max. He just took what he wanted, and I couldn’t stop him.”
Max’s grip on her throat tightened slightly, his eyes darkening with desire. “And you liked it?” he said, his voice a low growl. “You liked being his little fuck toy?”
Hannah nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “He made me cum,” she admitted, almost proud, “so fucking hard,” she added.
“He had me bent over and was using me like a toy, slamming into me, his hands holding my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. He was so rough, so dominant, and I couldn’t help but cum all over his cock.”
Max's eyes widened in shock and excitement, his grip on her throat tightening. "He made you cum?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "He made you cum while he was fucking you like a slut?"
Hannah nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "He did baby," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "He was so big, he filled me perfectly and stretched me so tight. I couldn't help but moan, even though I knew I shouldn't. He was so dominant, so in control. He fucked me like I was his slut, his property to use.”
Max’s eyes darkened with a mix of shock and arousal as he listened to Hannah’s confession.
“Did he cum?” Max asked, his voice thick with lust, his eyes never leaving Hannah’s face.
Hannah’s head dropped, looking down at the floor and nodding, “he did baby,” she admitted coyly.
“Where?” Max growled, looking down at his wife. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, aching in anticipation of her answer.
She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, a guilty look on her face. "He fucked me bareback," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, “he came inside of me.”
It felt so dirty admitting this to her husband, so slutty, but there was a thrill to it as well. She could see the shock and arousal in Max's eyes as he processed her words.
“He came inside of you?” Max repeated, his voice thick with lust. “You let him cum inside of you?” he growled, his grip on her throat tightening slightly.
“He didn’t ask,” she explained, her voice barely audible. “He just...he just kept fucking me, and then came deep inside of me . I could feel his hot cum filling me up, and it was so fucking dirty and wrong, but I couldn't help but love it. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, and I knew he was coming, and I couldn't help but moan and grind against him, taking every last drop of his cum.”
Max's eyes widened, “such a fucking whore,” he growled, his cock throbbing in his shorts. He could feel the pressure-cum leaking out, his desire for his wife, for the story she was telling him, overwhelming him.
“I am a whore,” Hannah whispered, a glint of mischief in her eyes, “a cum filled whore,” she added, her voice dripping with lust.
“Do you want to see what a mess he made of your wife’s pussy baby? She asked innocently, her eyes locked onto his. “It’s so wet and sticky, I can feel it dripping out of me,”
“Show me,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the living room. Hannah shrieked playfully in surprise as she let herself be pulled along, her heart pounding in her chest.
Max pushed her down onto the couch, his eyes never leaving hers. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice firm.
Hannah giggled, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She slowly spread her legs, her eyes locked onto Max‘s
“Wider,” he ordered, his voice firm.
She complied, her legs falling open, revealing her glistening pussy to him.
Max's eyes widened as he saw the evidence of her encounter with John. Her pussy was swollen and red, her juices dripping down her thighs. He could see the remnants of John's cum mixed with her own, a sticky mess that made his cock throb in his pants.
"Fuck," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can’t believe you let him cum inside you,” he breathed, his eyes locked on Hannah’s pussy, almost in disbelief.
“It was such a big load ,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of shame. “I could feel it filling me up, dripping out of me.”
Max’s cock was throbbing in his pants, aching to be released. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was by this, by the thought of his wife being fucked by another man, by the sight of her pussy dripping with another man’s cum.
“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You let him fuck you, let him cum inside you, and you loved every fucking second of it.”
Hannah bit her lip, her eyes meeting his. “I am baby, he made me his cum dump.”
She used two fingers to spread her pussy lips open, showing Max the sticky mess inside. Max's eyes widened as he saw the thick, white cum dripping out of her gaping pussy, mingling with her own juices. He could see the remnants of John's cum inside her, coating her walls, filling her up.
She squeezed her muscles, making more cum ooze out, and Max's cock twitched in response.
“Does it look good baby?” She asked, her voice dripping with lust as she spread herself open for him. “Do I look like a slut cum dunp?”
Max's eyes were glued to her pussy, his cock throbbing in his pants. “Fuck yeah,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “It looks like a fucking mess, just like a good cum slut should.”
Hannah moaned, the sound of Max's filthy words sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy aching to be filled again.
“Do you want to taste it baby?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she proudly displayed her cum-filled pussy to her husband. “Do you want to taste his cum inside of me?” She purred.
Max hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked onto her glistening pussy, the sight of her cum-filled cunt making his cock throb painfully in his pants. He could feel the heat rising in his face, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at his wife, his beautiful, cum-filled wife.
“Yes,” he admitted shyly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to taste it.”
Hannah’s eyes lit up with a mix of excitement and mischief. She could see the desire in her husband’s eyes, the way his gaze was locked onto her glistening pussy, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
“Good boy” she purred, her voice dripping with lust. “Because I want you to lick it all up, baby. I want you to taste every last drop of his cum.”
Max’s cock twitched in his pants at her words, his desire for his wife, for the sight of her cum-filled pussy, overwhelming him.
He was slightly embarrassed by his own admission, by his desire to taste another man’s cum inside his wife, but he couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through him at the thought.
“Fuck,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he dropped to his knees in front of her, his eyes locked onto her glistening pussy. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
“You’re going to love it, baby,” she said, her voice dripping with lust. “Now be a good boy and clean your wife’s cum filled pussy,” she teased , her eyes locked onto his.
Max took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he leaned in, his face inches away from her glistening pussy. He could smell the musky scent of her, mixed with the salty tang of John's cum, and it made his cock throb painfully in his pants.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire as he stuck out his tongue, tentatively licking her pussy lips.
Hannah moaned, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. “That’s it, baby,” she purred, grabbing the back of his head and pushing him further into her pussy. “Lick it all up.”
Max groaned, the sound muffled by her pussy, as he began to lick and suck, his tongue delving deep into her cunt, lapping up the sticky mess. He could taste the salty tang of John's cum, mixed with Hannah's sweet juices, and it was intoxicating. He could feel his own cock throbbing in his pants, aching to be released as he buried his tongue inside his wife's cum-filled pussy.
“Does it taste good baby? Does it taste like a slut’s pussy?” Hannah purred, her voice dripping with lust as she watched Max lick and suck her cum-filled pussy. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy aching to be filled again as she watched her husband devour her like a starved man.
Max groaned in response, his tongue delving deeper into her cunt, lapping up every last drop of John's cum. He could feel the sticky mess coating his tongue, the salty tang filling his mouth as he sucked and licked.
Hannah’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his face as he delved deeper into her pussy, her eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in short gasps.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” she taunted, her voice dripping with lust and a hint of cruelty. “You like licking another man’s cum out of your wife’s well fucked pussy, don’t you?”
Max’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants at her words, his desire and humiliation mixing into a potent aphrodisiac. He groaned against her pussy, his tongue working furiously, trying to get every last drop of cum out of her. He could feel the heat building in his balls, his own orgasm threatening to overwhelm him.
“That’s it, baby,” Hannah purred, her eyes closed, her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place. “Lick it all up. Be a good boy and make sure you get every last drop and then kiss me. I want you to spit it into my mouth.” Hannah’s voice was thick with lust, her body throbbing with desire. She watched Max as he licked and sucked, his tongue working to clean her pussy of John’s load.
Max groaned against her, lapping up the salty taste of John’s cum mixed with Hannah’s juices. He felt degraded, humiliated, and completely aroused. His cock was straining against his shorts, aching to be released. He could feel the weight of his balls, heavy with his own load, eager to explode.
Hannah’s moans grew louder, her body squirming beneath him.
Max could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue, her juices flowing freely as he lapped up every last drop. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps, and he knew she was close.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer. “Make me cum, Max. Make me cum on your tongue.”
Max groaned, his tongue working furiously, fucking in and out of her pussy, lapping up the combination of her juices and a strangers cum.
He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps, and he knew she was on the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” Hannah moaned, her voice thick with lust. “Fuck my pussy with your tongue. Make me cum all over your face.”
Max growled, his tongue delving deep inside her, his fingers spreading her pussy lips wide, giving him access to every inch of her. He could feel her clit throbbing against his tongue, and he knew she was close.
He sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth, and she cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her juices and any remains cum flooding his mouth.
"Fuck, baby, yes!" she screamed, her fingers pulling his hair, grinding her pussy against his face. "I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming!"
Max groaned, lapping up the trickle of combined fluids leaking out of her.
"Taste it, baby," Hannah panted, her body still shaking with aftershocks. "Taste your wife and her bulls cum” she ordered, her voice thick with lust and dominance.
"Good boy," she purred, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Now, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me and dump another load of cum in my pussy, reclaim your wife ," Hannah said, her voice dripping with lust and dominance.
Max pulled off his tshirt quickly, pushing down his shorts and boxers, revealing
his thick, hard cock. He was already leaking precum, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
"Fuck, you're so hard," Hannah purred, her eyes locked onto his cock. "Someone liked cleaning his wife’s cum-filled pussy," she teased, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
Max growled, his cock throbbing in response to her words. He could feel the heat of his desire, the need to claim his wife and make her his again.
He sat down on the sofa and Hannah climbed on top of him, straddling him, her eyes locked onto his. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
“Do you want me to ride you, baby?” she asked, her voice dripping with lust. “Do you want me to fuck you while you can still taste another man’s cum in your mouth?”
Max groaned, his cock throbbing at her words. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire. “But I’m not gonna last long,” he warned, his eyes locked onto hers. “You’ve got me so fucking turned on, I’m ready to explode.”
Hannah smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Good,” she replied, her voice dripping with lust. “I want you to cum fast, baby. I want you to cum inside me, fill me up with your hot cum. I want to feel it dripping out of me, mixing with his cum, making a mess of my pussy.”
Max groaned, his cock throbbing painfully at her words. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was by this, by the thought of his cum mixing with John’s inside his wife’s pussy.
She pulled her tits out of her nightie, her nipples hard and aching. She reached down, grabbing Max's cock and guiding it to her entrance before sitting down on it hard.
Max groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as she took him deep inside her. He could feel her pussy, wet and stretched enveloping him, and it was almost too much to bear. He could still taste the remnants of John's cum on his tongue, and the thought of it mixing with his own inside her was enough to make him see stars.
“He stretched me so good I can hardly feel you, baby,” Hannah teased, her voice dripping with lust as she began to ride him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. “He filled me so fucking well, I don’t know if you can compete.”
Max growled, his fingers tightening on her hips, his eyes locked onto hers. “Are you going to let him fuck you again baby?” Max asked, his voice thick with lust and a hint of jealousy, his cock throbbing inside her.
Hannah moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she rode him, her pussy clenching around him. “Maybe,” she teased, her voice barely above a whisper. “He was so big, so dominant. He made me feel so fucking good and made me cum so hard.”
Max groaned, his cock throbbing at her words. He could feel the heat building in his balls, his orgasm threatening to overwhelm him.
He wanted to hold out, to make this last but she felt so fucking good.
“Would you like it if he fucked me again baby, if he turned me into his little fuck toy?” Hannah asked, her voice dripping with lust as she rode him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. She could feel Max's cock throbbing inside her, and she knew he was close.
Max groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, his eyes locked onto hers. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire and humiliation. “I want to watch him fuck you, baby. I want to see him use you like his little slut, make you cum all over his cock.”
Hannah moaned, her pussy clenching around him at his words. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching for release. She loved seeing Max like this, so turned on, and she knew just how to push him further.
“And what if he wants to cum inside me again, baby?” she taunted. “What if he wants to fill your wife with his hot cum, make a mess of my pussy?
Would you let him, baby?” Hannah whispered, her voice laced with lust and a hint of cruelty. She could see the struggle in Max's eyes, the war between his desire and his jealousy, and it only served to turn her on more.
Max groaned, his cock throbbing inside her. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “I’d let him cum inside you, baby. I’d let him fill you up, make a mess of your pussy.”
Hannah moaned, her body trembling with desire. She could feel Max's cock pulsing inside her, and she knew he was close. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby? You'd like to see another man's cum dripping out of your wife's pussy again?”
Hannah smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. She sat up straight, her hands going to her tits, squeezing them, playing with her nipples. "Then you better promise you’ll clean clean it up again, like a good boy," she taunted. "You’ll lick it all up, won’t you, baby? You’ll lick up every last drop of his cum from my pussy?"
Max groaned, his cock throbbing painfully at her words. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper, "Yes, I'll lick it up, baby. I'll lick up every drop."
Hannah smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Good boy, now cum for me, baby. Cum inside your wife’s well-fucked pussy.”
Max groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, his eyes locked onto hers. “Fuuuuuck,” he growled, his voice thick with lust and the effort of holding back his orgasm. “You’re so fucking hot. You’re a fucking slut and I love it.”
Hannah’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she felt Max’s cock swell inside her. She knew he was close, and the thought of him cumming inside her, filling her up, sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
“Cum for me, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “I want another load inside me.”
It was all too much and Max felt his cock throb and swell, his balls tightening as he came, his hot cum filling Hannah's pussy. He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her up.
“Fuck, baby, yes!” Hannah cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching around him, milking him for every last drop. “Cum inside me, baby, reclaim your slut wife’s pussy”
Max groaned, his body shaking as he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her up with his hot cum.
He could feel it leaking out of her, mixing with the remnants of John's cum, creating a sticky mess between them.
Hannah moaned, her body still trembling with aftershocks, her pussy clenching around him, milking him for every last drop. She could feel the combined cum leaking out of her, dripping down her thighs, and it only served to turn her on more.
“Fuck, baby, that was so good,” she purred, her voice thick with lust as she leaned in, pressing her lips to his as she collapsed against him. Max wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his cock still twitching inside her.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t believe how turned on I am by this.”
Hannah giggled, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “Me neither,” she admitted. “I never thought I’d enjoy this so much.”
Max chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. “Me neither,” he agreed. “But I’m glad we did. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispered, her voice soft and sincere. “Let’s hope he makes a habit of playing his music loud,” she added, a playful smile spreading across her face.