Chapter 5: The second Wind
As the front door clicked shut behind Tom and Emily, Michael lay sprawled out on the living room floor, his body still trembling from the events that had just transpired. He could feel the cool, hardwood floor beneath him, the grainy texture rough against his bare skin. The remnants of his own spent cum had dried on his chest, a sticky, uncomfortable reminder of the humiliation he had just endured. He could still taste Sarah's juices on his tongue, could still feel the weight of Tom's cum in his mouth.
The room was a picture of disarray, the rub bunched up, the couch cushions askew.
Sarah and Michael lay entwined on the floor, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a raw, primal aroma that clung to their skin.
Sarah ran her fingers through Michael's hair, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and satisfaction. "You liked that, didn't you, Michael?" she whispered, her voice a low purr.
Michael looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and arousal.
He couldn't deny that he had enjoyed it, that he had gotten off on the humiliation and degradation. But he also felt a deep sense of shame and betrayal.
"I... I don't know, Sarah," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah smiled, a wicked, sultry smile that sent a shiver down Michael's spine. "You don't have to be ashamed, Michael. It's okay to like this. It's okay to be a dirty little slut."
Her words sent a jolt of arousal through Michael, his cock twitching in response.
He couldn't deny the raw, primal desire coursing through his veins, the way his body responded to her words.
Sarah leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she continued to whisper. "I want you to tell me what you liked, Michael. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you admit how much you enjoyed being used, being fucked like a little slut."
Michael's breath hitched, his body trembling with a mix of shame and arousal. He could feel his cock hardening, the desire to respond to her words, to give her what she wanted, overwhelming him.
"I...I liked it, Sarah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I liked being used, being fucked like a slut."
Sarah grinned, her teeth flashing in the dim light. "Good boy," she purred, her hand trailing down his body, her fingers wrapping around his rapidly hardening cock. "You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you, Michael?"
Michael moaned, his hips bucking against her hand as she began to stroke him. "Yes," he gasped, his body trembling with need.
Sarah laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down Michael's spine.
"You want to be a good little slut for me, Michael?" she asked, her voice a wicked purr. "You want to make me happy?"
Michael nodded, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Sarah worked his cock with her hand. "Yes, Sarah. I want to be a good little slut for you."
"And did you enjoy seeing me getting fucked?" Sarah asked, her voice softly taunting, her hand gripping Michael's cock firmly, stroking it slowly, drawing out his pleasure.
Michael groaned, his breath ragged. "Yes, I fucking did," he admitted, his eyes locked onto Sarah's, seeing the raw hunger in them, the filthy desire.
Sarah smiled wickedly, her hand speeding up, her grip tightening. "Good. Now tell me, did you enjoy feeling Tom's cum in my pussy while you licked me clean?"
Michael's hips bucked at the filthy words, his cock twitching in Sarah's hand.
"Yes, I fucking did," he admitted, his voice raw with desire. "I loved feeling his cum in your pussy while I licked you clean."
Sarah's eyes flared with arousal, her grip on Michael's cock tightening as she pumped him faster. "You're such a fucking slut, Michael," she hissed, her voice laced with both disgust and desire. "You love feeling another man's cum inside me, don't you? You love knowing that another man has filled me, has claimed me as his own."
Michael could only nod, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Do you want to see me get fucked by other men?" Sarah taunted, her eyes never leaving Michael's. "Do you want to see them fill me up with their hot cum?"
Michael's cock throbbed in her hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I want to see it. I want to see other men fuck you."
Sarah grinned, her fingers tightening around his cock. "Good boy. Now, beg for it. Beg me to let other men use me, to fuck me like the slut I am."
Michael's cheeks flushed with humiliation, but his cock was rock hard, desperate for more. "Please, Sarah. Please let other men fuck you.
I want to see them use you, Sarah. I want to see them fill you with their fucking cum."
Sarah's face flushed at the raw, filthy words, but she could see the desire in Michael's eyes. She could feel the heat of his body, the way his cock throbbed in her hand, desperate for more.
She knew he wanted it, knew he needed it. And she was more than happy to oblige.
"You want that, don't you, Michael?" she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You want to see me get fucked by other men.
You want to see me take their cocks deep inside me, don't you, Michael?" Sarah taunted, her voice a low, sultry growl. She could see the raw, primal need in his eyes, the way his body trembled with anticipation. "You want to watch me get filled with their cum, don't you?"
Michael nodded, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I want to see other men fuck you. I want to see them fill you with their cum."
"Good boy," she purred.
Michael was rock hard as he rolled Sarah off him . She giggled at his eagerness and lay back on the floor, her legs spread wide.
"You want to watch me get fucked by other men, don't you, Michael?" she teased, her fingers spreading her labia and exposing her glistening pussy. "You want to see them use me?"
Michael nodded, his eyes fixed on the sight of his wife's wet cunt. His cock throbbed in his hand, desperate for release. He slid between her legs and fucked her. Pushing into her in one swift stroke , he felt her heat envelop him. His cock was slick with her juices and his own pre-cum, and he groaned at the tight fit. He pulled out until just the head remained inside her, then thrust back in, hard.
"Fuck, yes," Sarah moaned, her back arching as she took him in. "It turns you on thinking of my married pussy fucking other men"
Michael began to fuck her in earnest, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. He could feel every inch of her, the way her cunt gripped him, the way her body clenched around him with each thrust.
He knew that she was thinking about other men, about their cocks, about the way they had filled her earlier. The thought sent a jolt of arousal through him, his cock throbbing inside her.
"That's right, Michael," Sarah taunted, her voice low and sultry. "Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck me like the slut you know I am. You know what I am, don't you, Michael? I'm a dirty little whore who learned she loves getting fucked by other men."
Michael grunted, his body slamming into hers as he fucked her with brutal force.
He could feel the raw heat of her, the way her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him with each thrust.
"You like that, don't you, Michael?" Sarah taunted, her voice low and sultry. "You like fucking your wife's used cunt, don't you? You like feeling the remnants of another man's cum inside her, don't you?"
Michael groaned, his hips slamming into hers with renewed force. "Fuck yes, I do," he admitted, his voice raw with desire. "I fucking love it."
Sarah grinned wickedly, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.
Now imagine it, Michael. Imagine me taking other men, Maybe the UPS man, the plumber, your boss..."
Sarah's words sent a shiver down Michael's spine as he pistoned his cock into her, the image of other men fucking his wife sending a jolt of perverse excitement through him.
He could feel his own control slipping, his body overtaken by a raw, primal need. He wanted to see it, wanted to watch as other men used his wife, fucked her like the slut she was.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips slamming into hers with renewed force. "I want to see that, Sarah. Who will you fuck first you little slut?" Michael asked Sarah.
"Mmm, I don't know," Sarah moaned as she rode Michael's cock. "Maybe the UPS guy, he's always so friendly and flirtatious."
"Fuck, that's hot," Michael groaned, his hips thrusting up into Sarah's. "Will you bring him back to the bedroom or fuck him in the doorway?"
Michael asked, his voice thick with lust and desperation. He could feel his cock throbbing inside Sarah, could feel the raw heat of her, the way her pussy clenched around him.
Sarah grinned wickedly, her hips moving in a slow, sensual grind against his. "Maybe I'll do both," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Maybe I'll let him fuck me right there in the doorway, while you watch.
Maybe I'll let him pound into me, his big, thick cock stretching me wide open," Sarah purred, her voice thick with lust.
Michael groaned, his hips bucking up into her. "Fuck, yes. I want to see that. I want to see him filling you up, fucking you like the little slut you are."
Sarah's pussy clenched around him, her body trembling with anticipation. "And then maybe I'll bring him back to bed. Tell him he is welcome back after his rounds"
Michael's cock throbbed inside her, his body on fire with desire.
He could feel Sarah's pussy clenching around him, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"You'd let the UPS guy fuck you in the doorway ?" Michael whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Door open or closed?" he asked
, breathless, his cock twitching with anticipation.
Sarah smiled, a wicked, devious grin spreading across her face. "Open, of course. I want everyone to see me getting fucked. I want them to know that I'm a little whore, taking cock wherever and whenever I can."
Michael's cock throbbed at the thought, his breath hitching with desire. "Fuck, Sarah, that's so hot."
Sarah chuckled, low and sultry. "I know it is, Michael. And I know you want to watch. Who else to you want to fuck me my little cuckold?" Sarah taunted him, her voice dripping with lust and dominance.
"Who else, Michael? Who else do you want to watch fuck your slutty little wife? "
Michael's cock throbbed at the thought, his mind racing with images of other men fucking Sarah.
"I want to see the plumber fucking you," he groaned. "I want to watch him bend you over the sink and pound his big, thick cock into your tight little pussy."
Sarah moaned, her hips moving in time with Michael's thrusts. "Oh god, that sounds so fucking hot.
I can just imagine it now. The plumber, with his greasy overalls, his thick, beefy hands gripping your ass as he fucks you over the kitchen sink. His big, fat cock stretching your tight little pussy, filling you up completely." Michael's voice was hoarse, desperate, as he pounded into Sarah with renewed vigor, his hips slamming into hers with each word.
Sarah let out a low moan, her body shuddering as Michael's filthy words painted a vivid picture in her mind. She wrapped her legs around him. "Who else?" Sarah purred, her nails digging into Michael's back as her legs wrapped around him tighter, urging him to fuck her harder, deeper. "Tell me, who else do you want to see fucking your dirty little whore of a wife?"
Sarah purred, her voice thick with desire as she rocked her hips against Michael's, urging him to fuck her harder, deeper.
Michael groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounded into her. "I want to see your boss," he growled. "I want to see him using you, fucking you like the filthy little slut you are."
Sarah's pussy clenched around Michael's cock at the thought, her body trembling with anticipation. "Mmm, that would be so hot," she moaned. "I can just imagine it now.
The words pours our of Michael's mouth "And a group, maybe at a bar or theater or glory hole . Anonymous men, just using you, your body, your cunt, your ass. Just a bunch of faceless strangers fucking you."
Sarah's eyes rolled back in her head at the raw, filthy words. Her body trembled with desire, her pussy clenching around Michael's cock. She loved the way he talked, the way he painted such vivid, dirty pictures with his words.
"Oh god, yes," she moaned, her hips moving in time with Michael's thrusts. "I want that. I want to be a little slut for a group of men.
I want them to use me, to fuck me until I can't walk straight. I want to be their little plaything, their dirty little fucktoy."
As if to punctuate her words, Michael thrust deep into her, grinding his pelvis against hers. Sarah gasped, her hips rising to meet his, her inner muscles clenching tightly around him.
"Fuck, yes," Michael groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into her with brutal force. This was the hardest he had ever fucked his wife and they were both right on the edge .
Sarah let out a guttural moan, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. "Oh fuck, yes! Right there, Michael! Pound that fucking cunt! Make me come!"
Michael obeyed, slamming into her with all his might, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. He could feel her juices dripping down his thighs, could feel the raw heat of her surrounding him.
"That's it, you fucking slut," he growled. "Take my cock like the little whore you are.
Take it deep," Michael snarled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. He gripped Sarah's hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her back against him, his cock slamming into her with renewed force.
Sarah moaned, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm as she felt Michael's cock pounding into her, filling her completely. She pushed back against him, her body meeting his thrusts with equal force, her pussy clenching around his cock with each stroke.
"Fuck, yes," she screamed, her voice a raw, desperate gasp, her pussy milking Michael
's cock for all it was worth. "Fill me up with your fucking cum, you dirty little bitch!"
Michael's face contorted with effort and ecstasy as he pounded into his wife with all his might, his hips slapping against her ass with each brutal thrust. He could feel his own orgasm building, a hot, molten sensation that started at the base of his spine and radiated outwards, consuming him.
"That's right, you fucking whore," he grunted, his voice hoarse and ragged. "Take my fucking cock like the little slut you are.
Fucking take it!" Michael bellowed, his voice raw and guttural as he rammed his cock into Sarah's pussy with all his might. He was so close, so fucking close, his balls were drawn up tight, and his cock was pulsing with the need to explode.
Sarah moaned, a long, low sound that seemed to come from deep within her chest. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure as Michael's cock pounded into her, filling her completely. She could feel the heat of him, the raw power of him, as he fucked her like a wild animal.
His cock was like a piston, slamming into her again and again, his hips moving with a primal urgency. Sarah could feel every inch of him, the way his cock stretched her, the way his balls slapped against her ass with each brutal thrust.
The sound of their fucking filled the room, a symphony of wet slaps and guttural grunts. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their skin slapping together with each forceful movement. Sarah could feel her orgasm building again, a hot, molten ball of pleasure that was coiling in her belly, ready to explode.
She knew that Michael was close too, his body tense and his breath coming in ragged gasps. She wanted him to come, wanted to feel his hot cum filling her, wanted to feel him pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed.
She reached down between their bodies, her fingers finding her clit. She began to rub it, her touch sending electric jolts of pleasure through her body. "That's right, Michael," she panted. "Fuck me like the little whore I am. Fuck me like the filthy slut I am. I'm going to let everyone fuck me . Every man that wants a piece of this pussy is going to have it. You're going to watch them all fuck me, Michael. You're going to see each one of them pound this cunt until they fill it with their hot, sticky cum. You're going to see them use me, degrade me, and you're going to love every fucking second of it."
Sarah's words were like a match to gasoline, igniting a primal, savage heat within Michael. His cock throbbed painfully within her, his body trembling with the intensity of his lust, and his orgasm exploded from him with a roar. He felt his seed jet out of him in hot, thick spurts, filling Sarah's cunt to the brim. He grunted and growled like a beast as he spilled himself into her, his hips slamping against hers with each powerful pulse of his cock.
Sarah screamed her own orgasm, her body convulsing with the force of it. She felt Michael's hot cum filling her, felt his cock pulsing and twitching as he unloaded inside her. Her muscles clenched and released around him, milking him for every last drop of his seed.
The sensation of being filled with his hot, sticky cum was more than she could handle, and she came again, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.
Michael collapsed on top of her, his body spent and trembling. He rolled off to the side, his cock slipping out of her with a soft, wet sound. They both lay there, panting and gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
Sarah looked over at Michael, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "That was fucking amazing," she purred, running her fingers through his sweaty hair. "I loved feeling your hot cum filling me up.