SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

“Black or red one?” Kayla asked.

The red one was shorter and clung. I already knew which one she would choose.

“Red,” I said.

She smiled and packed the red dress in the suitcase. My wife and I were packing for my college reunion over the weekend. She was excited to see where I studied and people I went to college with.

Ten years into marriage, Kayla still took my breath away. Regular Pilates and the gym had kept her in shape. Her obsession with her glutes workout routine has ensured her ass is round and full. She liked wearing clothes that showed it off. She would usually be dressed in tight leggings or shorts and a sports bra.

Kayla worked independently and ran her own Marketing Consulting firm. She dressed quite provocatively for client meetings in tight dresses with low backs and deep necklines. My favorite was when she would wear a shirt with the top 2 buttons open and pair it with a skirt that reached mid-thigh. Men would stare at her, but it made me proud. She liked it, and she knew that I liked it too.

After packing was done, we both sat on the couch.

“You are quiet. Are you nervous or just excited?” she asked me.

“Both,” I said.

She didn’t say anything and waited for me to continue.

“There was a guy from college. Marcus.”

Her eyebrows lifted a little.

“Never heard the name.”

“Ya. I have never mentioned him.”

“He was a lot. He was a big and loud guy.”

“What did he do?”

“Nothing… constant stuff. He would call me names or trip me. He would intentionally spill things on my notes.”

She tilted her head.

“That is not everything. You are leaving something out.”

“It is old. It does not matter.”

“It matters enough that you are still thinking about it fifteen years later.”

I exhaled.

“It was the senior year spring formal after-party at a lake house. Marcus got a crowd watching. There were maybe twenty people, including girls from my classes. He grabbed me from behind and yanked my pants and underwear down to my ankles in one pull.”

I was speaking fast.

“He kept one hand locked on the waistband so I could not pull them up. With the other, he pointed at my cock and laughed.”

Kayla had covered her mouth with her hands. I continued.

“He said it looked like a partially inflated party balloon, and it explained why I never had a girlfriend.

“He asked the room if anyone wanted to measure it for science. Someone actually tossed him a ruler from the kitchen drawer. He held it up next to me while people took pictures.”

Kayla’s eyes were wide. She spoke.

“He measured you in front of everyone?”

“Yes.”

“And you just stood there?”

I felt embarrassed by Kayla’s question and looked down.

“I could not move. He had my clothes locked around my ankles and his forearm across my chest.”

“When he finally let go, he shoved me. I tripped over my own pants and fell. My cock was still out. People laughed.

“He then stepped over me and told the room that if any of the girls were curious what a real one looked like, he was available for comparison. Then he walked off. I had to pull my clothes from the floor as people watched.”

Kayla was silent.

“And he made sure every person at the college knew about it.”

“Did the pictures spread?”

“Yes. I became a laughing stock, and people would call me shrimp dick.”

It felt like I was about to cry. Kayla came closer and put my head on her chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I didn’t tell anyone.”

“I am going with you. You are not walking into that room alone. Whatever he tries this time, I am right there. It’ll be fine.”

She kissed me on the lips. It was a gentle kiss, which is the norm for us nowadays.

I felt lucky to have Kayla in my life. Not only was she extremely hot, but she was also successful at work. She brought in more money than me. But I was never insecure about it, and she really appreciated that.

She also called the shots in our relationship. She was the one who decided where we lived, when we traveled, where we ate, what we watched on TV, or how the house looked. I handled the logistics and execution. It worked for both of us.

We went inside the bedroom. Her affection had me buzzing, and I tried to touch her. She moved my hand away, saying she was not in the mood. I didn’t push.

Sex had never been a strong part of our relationship. In the beginning we tried. But my size and stamina left us both frustrated. We still kissed. We still slept cuddled up. Sometimes she would let me go down on her until she finished. But the real fucking never really happened, and the attempt to try stopped as well. She assured me sex was not important and I am special in my own ways. She ordered a few sex toys and used them when she felt like it.

We had an early morning flight. Kayla was looking sexy in a white sports bra and matching scrunch shorts. The sports bra pushed her breasts up and together, and shorts accentuated her ass perfectly.

The flight was uneventful, and we checked into our hotel without trouble when we arrived. As soon as we reached our room, Kayla unzipped her carry-on and started pulling things out with purpose.

“I am going to the gym.”

I watched her change into another of her activewear sets. She had put on one of my favorite sets of hers. It was a blush pink micro crop which didn’t cover most of her tits and was just a thin strap at the back. The shorts were tiny and dug into her shapely ass. The material was clingy, almost like a second skin, and she didn’t wear any underwear. She looked unreal.

She caught me staring.

“What?”

“Just thinking how lucky I am,” I said.

She smiled and kissed me.

“You look wiped. I’ll be back in an hour. You rest till then.”

“Okay. Have fun.”

I was tired and dozed off.

I woke to the sound of the key card and the door opening. Kayla was glowing. Her hair was a little messy. There were droplets of sweat on her body, including her tits. She looked happy.

“Good workout?” I asked, pushing myself up on my elbows.

“Really good,” she said as she dropped her phone and key card on the desk.

“Exactly what I needed.”

She climbed onto the mattress and kissed me deeply.

“I am still buzzing,” she whispered against my mouth.

“Get down here and lick me.”

I accepted the invitation readily.

She lifted her hips so I could peel the tight shorts down her legs. The scent of her was stronger after the workout, and it made my cock twitch. I settled between her thighs and started to lick her.

She was already wet and moaned when my tongue touched her.

My own cock was hard. I started to rub it on the sheet without pulling it out.

She wrapped both her legs around my head and locked my head. I buried my face deeper and increased the pace of my tongue.

“Just like that,” she breathed.

“Don’t stop.”

We both cum within seconds of each other. I cum inside my shorts while she cum on my tongue. For a long minute, neither of us moved.

Kayla’s hand stroked through my hair.

“That was perfect. Exactly what I needed.”

She then took a shower as we prepared for the reunion drinks and dinner in the evening. I smiled in anticipation of showing off my hot wife to everyone.

***Kayla’s version

The hotel gym was nice and well equipped. I was mid-set when a man walked in.

He was tall and broad through the shoulders and chest. He had a thick, powerful build that came from years of serious lifting. He caught me looking at him and smiled at me. I tried to avert my gaze. He walked towards me as my heart beat faster.

“Can we share?” he asked.

“Of course,” I said.

He put on so many plates for squats and crushed his set without any sweat. He was a gentleman and helped me put the right plates for my set. When I could not go beyond 3 reps, he positioned himself behind me and held me by my bare waist.

“Brace hard,” he whispered near my ear.

“I have got you.”

He high-fived me when I was done. I said thank you.

For my next set, he insisted I go heavier, and he positioned himself very close. I could feel his crotch against my ass. His presence behind me was impossible to ignore. I could feel vibrations in my body from his heat, his size, and the faint, clean scent of his skin.

“You are strong,” he said after my set was done.

His eyes dropped to my cleavage, and he checked out my entire body openly with confidence.

“And you have got a body that makes the work look good.”

I blushed and could only muster a few words.

“I try.”

He grinned.

“It’s working.”

We moved around the gym for the remainder of the workout. He pushed me to lift beyond what I usually lift. It felt like an excuse to touch me and move his strong hands around my body. I didn’t mind it.

We spoke quite a lot as well. He told a funny story about a disastrous group project from senior year that had me laughing hard. I told him some funny client stories.

I also checked him out a lot. I noticed the way his arms flexed when he reached for his water bottle or the thickness of his thighs under the shorts. For a moment I also imagined those thighs pushing my legs apart and him on top of me. He looked like the kind of guy who could pick me up and fuck me against a wall without breaking a sweat.

I checked my phone, and it had been 2 hours.

“I should get back,” I said.

“Husband’s upstairs resting.”

“Lucky guy,” he said.

His gaze traveled over my body again. It was slow and appreciative.

“Maybe I’ll see you at the drinks later.”

“Maybe.”

I walked out of the gym still smiling. My pulse is a little too quick. I could feel him staring at my ass, but I didn’t turn and check. The trip’s start has provided an unexpected but pleasant surprise.

I got ready quickly for the reunion drinks and dinner. When Kayla stepped out of the bathroom, it stopped the air in my lungs for a moment.

She was wearing a sheer black mini dress that ended just below her ass. Below it, she wore a low-cut black lace bra with the shape of her nipples visible if you looked closely. Her thong was a narrow strip of matching lace with the waistband sitting high on her hips. Her makeup and heels were complementing her attire perfectly. She looked like a high-class escort.

“You look incredible,” I said.

She didn’t acknowledge me. She was busy checking herself out in the mirror.

I stepped in behind her and slid my hands down her waist. My cock was already half hard.

“We have got time.”

She caught my wrists and firmly pushed them away.

“Not now. I am not in the mood.”

I didn’t push it further.

When we walked into the party, Kayla walked in one step ahead of me. Her entry turned heads and paused conversations. I felt proud that she was my wife.

And then I saw Marcus approaching us with a smile. He was looking at Kayla. He came closer and enveloped her in a tight hug. His hands touched the top of her ass. They both started talking like they knew each other. My mind went to that dreadful day when he pantsed me, and I didn’t hear a single thing they were talking about. I could just see his hand resting on my wife’s ass as they both talked and laughed.

Then he turned to me.

“And look who it is. Still the same little guy?”

“You haven’t changed a bit. It still looks like a strong breeze would knock you over.”

A few people nearby chuckled. My face turned red. Kayla didn’t say anything. She just watched, amused.

Marcus kept going.

“Remember senior year? Some things stick with you.”

She then pulled Kayla towards her. He was still holding her by her ass.

“You’re lucky this one decided to take pity.”

I forced a smile.

“Good to see you too, Marcus.”

It was then Kayla realized it was the same Marcus. Marcus let go of Kayla now and came closer to me. He clapped me on the shoulder hard enough to make me shift my stance.

Before he could speak more, someone else came up to greet him. I moved closer to Kayla.

“He is the asshole I told you about. He has not changed a bit,” I whispered.

She was looking at him with interest.

“It is harmless. Can you relax? He is just being a guy.”

I was taken aback.

“Do you know him?”

She finally looked at me.

“Not really. I met him at the gym today.”

Before I could say anything, Marcus came back and put her hands on Kayla’s lower back. He guided her to a nearby table. I followed them.

There were 2 stools, and they both sat down. I looked around and could not find an empty stool, so I stood next to Kayla. Marcus was sitting on the opposite side of her.

“Are you sore from the workout?” He asked Kayla.

Before Kayla could say anything, he looked at me.

“Bro, your wife is very strong. I bet she can lift you easily.”

Kayla smiled. He looked at her now.

“You didn’t manage to convince him to go to the gym. The guy looks like a stick.”

Kayla laughed.

“I told him so many times. But a few times he came, he would be so sore and whiny afterward.”

Marcus laughed and put his hands on Kayla’s knees.

“You are not just sexy but funny too.”

Kayla blushed.

He then started talking about his business and a company he built and sold. Kayla seemed impressed and asked him questions. She laughed at his answers. Kayla told him about the firm she runs, and it was Marcus’s turn to be impressed. He called her smart. I was listening in and tried to speak in between, but my message wasn’t acknowledged.

After a while, Marcus looked at me.

“Do us a favor and grab us drinks from the bar.”

I hesitated. Kayla looked at me, and her eyes indicated she expected me to get it. I went.

The line at the bar was long. I stood there with my hands in my pockets as I watched my wife with my bully across the room. Marcus was angled toward her, saying something. Kayla tipped her head back and laughed. She playfully hit his arms.

When I returned with the drinks, they were still deep in conversation. Their stools looked closer, and Marcus’ hands were resting high on Kayla’s bare thighs. They were quite high up now. Kayla’s mini dress had ridden up from sitting on a stool, and her black thong was out. I was not concerned, as her thong was visible anyway under her sheer dress. What concerned me was how high Marcus’ hands were on my wife’s thighs. But I was too afraid to say anything to him.

Marcus saw me looking at his hands on Kayla’s thighs and smirked at me.

“Careful carrying those drinks,” Marcus laughed.

“We don’t want you to strain something. We already know you are not built for heavy lifting.”

Kayla laughed out loud and hit him playfully on the arms.

She added, “He is better with spreadsheets than with anything that requires upper body strength.”

I tried to smile like it was all in good fun. It didn’t feel like good fun.

His remarks were not just directed at me. He was eyeing Kayla.

“This dress…I keep wondering what it would look like on the floor,” he said.

Kayla didn’t shut him down.

“You need to earn the privilege of finding out.”

He laughed, pressed his hands on her thighs and moved them further up.

I kept getting sent to the bar. The line was long. Each time I returned, Kayla’s cheeks were flushed, and Marcus’s hands were higher up on her thighs.

When I was at the bar for another round of drinks, the lights lowered for dancing.

I saw Marcus and Kayla holding hands and heading to the dance floor.

I stood alone at the table with the drinks. My face was burning red in shame. Anyone who bothered could see my wife pressed against the man who used to humiliate me publicly. He held her close and had both his big hands on her ass. Kayla had her hands around his neck. Their body moved like they had done this a hundred times. He was whispering in her ears, and she was laughing.

I watched them until I could no longer do that.

When the night finally wound down, Kayla and I rode the elevator in silence. The second we entered the hotel and went inside the room, I spoke to Kayla.

“What the hell was that?”

Lisa kicked off her heels and reached back to unzip the dress.

“What was what?” She asked calmly.

“You know what I am talking about. He was touching you, and you let him do that.”

“You danced with him like I was not even there. He spent the whole night making me look like an idiot, and you helped.”

She was standing in a black lace bra and thong.

“You are overreacting.”

“It was a party. People flirt and dance.”

I was at a loss for words at her casual attitude.

“He had his hands all over you. You were laughing every time he took a shot at me.”

Her eyes hardened.

“Maybe if you didn’t make it so easy, he wouldn’t bother. You are the one who spent the night fetching drinks like a waiter. Do not put that on me.”

I was exasperated.

“I am your husband. You are supposed to shut that shit down and not join in.”

“I have told you my history with him.”

Kayla spoke in a cold and flat voice.

“Can you grow up? That was ages ago!”

“I can see why Marcus did what he did then. But you are making yourself smaller by whining about it.”

“I had a good time. He was fun. You are being insecure, and it is unattractive.”

I was astounded.

“You didn’t even tell me about the gym thing?”

This made her angry.

“What was there to tell? I didn’t know he was the same guy who put your pants down and exposed your little dick to everyone.”

Her words stung, but she continued.

“I have guys helping me out at the gym all the time, and Marcus, being a thorough gentleman, did the same. You won’t understand, as you have not spent more than a few hours at the gym ever.”

“I think you should sleep on the couch tonight.”

She walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

I stood there humiliated. I then grabbed a pillow and a spare blanket and went to the couch. I stared at the ceiling, replaying all the events from the night until I dozed off.

** Kayla’s version

The moment when Marcus walked up and said my name quickly turned from joy to surprise as I realized he was my hubby’s bully.

It took a few seconds for it to sink in that the charming and well-built guy from the gym was the same man who had once yanked my husband’s pants down in front of a room full of people.

I should have been horrified. But I felt a vibration between my legs which was difficult to explain. Maybe it was the way he hugged me or the way he held me by my ass in front of everyone, including my husband.

When he turned on my husband, I had to bite my tongue hard to keep from smiling too obviously. I was wet by the time Marcus finished the first round of digs.

Marcus was what I call a panty dropper. When he talked, everyone leaned in and listened. When he described the company he had built and sold, I couldn’t help but watch his mouth, wondering what it would feel like to press my mouth against his. When he touched me with his strong hands, I imagined them feeling my entire body. The mental images were refusing to leave. Maybe I was not trying hard enough. It didn’t help that he made me feel smart and heard when I spoke about my work.

I felt ready to let him fuck me anywhere he wanted.

When he sent my husband to the bar, Marcus didn’t waste any time. His hand, which was already on my knees, slid further up. My heart started to beat faster. He kept talking like it was nothing and pushed his two fingers inside my pussy in one smooth motion. I was soaking wet, so it made his job easier. I kept my expression neutral and my eyes on my husband, who was at the bar.

I opened my legs enough so that he could use his fingers on me easily. The risk and the sheer audacity of this act made me wetter for him.

“You are soaked,” he whispered in my ear.

“Was it the stories or just me talking about how small he still looks?”

I didn’t answer.

He kept moving his fingers inside me until my husband was close enough. He withdrew slowly and wiped his fingers on the inside of my thighs before placing his hands possessively on my bare thighs.

When my husband placed our drinks in front of us, my face was warm, and my pussy was buzzing. I hadn’t been touched like this in a long time. We both finished our drinks quickly so that I could have Marcus’s fingers inside me again.

By the third round, the alcohol had loosened everything.

When my husband went again to the bar, his fingers quickly went inside my pussy again. We were sitting very close on our respective stools. He fingered me slowly while maintaining easy conversation with me or anyone who walked past the table.

Next time my husband left, I decided to return the favor.

Before Marcus could put his fingers inside me, I cupped the heavy bulge in his trousers. He was already hard. I stroked him above his trousers.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath.

“You are full of surprises.”

I smiled and continued stroking him.

On the dance floor, Marcus held me as I belonged to him. He had both his hands low on my ass with his fingers digging in. I could feel the hardness of his cock against my lower belly when he pulled me close. He leaned down and spoke softly in my ear.

“I have been thinking about bending you over since the gym.”

I pressed closer to him and spoke against his ear.

“Then stop thinking and do something about it.”

He squeezed my ass harder. I felt desired by him all night. He could take what he wanted and make me thank him for it. When the night ended, I didn’t want to go back.

Back in the room, the confrontation irritated me almost instantly. It all felt small after the heat of Marcus’s hands and the thick shape of his cock in my hand. When my husband pushed, I put him in his place and sent him to the couch.

When I lay down in bed, I was still soaked. I pushed two fingers inside my pussy and imagined it to be Marcus’s. I replayed all the events from the night. The way he spoke in my ears, the way he touched my thighs, the way he pushed his fingers inside me, the way he held my body on the dance floor.

I imagined him pulling my dress up and putting his thick cock inside me. This made me come immediately.

I was still not satisfied. I wanted him.

 

 

When I woke up in the morning, Kayla was already up. She was totally naked and was searching for something in the wardrobe. When she saw me, she didn’t acknowledge me.

“Check your WhatsApp. Everyone is going to the beach.”

“Some people have rented motorcycles and cars. We need to leave in forty minutes.”

I rubbed my face and checked my phone. I started to say something, but she cut me off.

“I am still pissed at you. Don’t start to make things right. Just get ready.”

She changed in front of me in a tiny white bikini. The top two thin triangles barely contained her breasts. The fabric was so thin that the dark circles of her nipples showed through clearly. The bottom was a matching g-string. It was narrow enough that the outline of her pussy lips pressed against it. The string vanished completely between her ass cheeks. She didn’t take any cover-up.

She finished applying makeup in the mirror and caught me staring at her. She gave me an angry look.

“Is there a problem?”

“You look… exposed.”

“Well, you bought this for me. And I am finally wearing it. You should be happy.”

I didn’t press further. She was looking hot.

When we reached the lobby, Marcus was standing beside a black motorcycle, wearing only his swim shorts. His chest was bare, and his abs and well-sculpted upper body were on display.

The second he saw Kayla, his mouth opened up. He openly moved his gaze over her entire body.

“Are you trying to cause accidents on the highway?”

Kayla smiled. This was the first time I had seen her smile since morning.

“Same pinch back at you.”

Marcus sat on his bike and patted the seat behind him.

“You are with me.”

I stepped forward.

“She is riding in the car with me.”

Marcus smirked at me. Kayla looked at me like I had just said something embarrassing.

“I do not want to sit in a crowded car,” she said.

“The bike is fine.”

“You do not even know him that well,” I said.

She cut me off.

“I know him well enough.”

She swung her leg over the motorcycle seat and was ready to go. Her nearly naked body was pressing against his nearly naked body. Her arms were around his waist.

She looked at me defiantly.

“See you there.”

With this, they drove away. I drove the car with a few other folks. I could hear suppressed laughter in the car. It felt like college all over again.

The drive felt longer than it was. When I reached the beach, Marcus and Kayla had their mat rolled out. Kayla was lying face down, and Marcus was rubbing sunscreen on her body. Her bikini top was untied.

When they saw me, none of them acknowledged me. I went to the mat they were seated on. Marcus hands were rubbing her ass. He smirked at me.

“Your wife told me you were troubling her after the party.”

I was taken by surprise. Marcus’ hands were moving from Kayla’s lower back to her ass.

“I don’t think he can trouble me or anyone, for that matter. Just look at him,” Kayla said without looking up.

Marcus laughed. Kayla had parted her legs a little, and Marcus’ hands were now working on her inner thighs.

“Normally I would have been angry. But she told me you bought this bikini for her, so I will let you go,” Marcus said.

He used his hands to part her legs a lot more. Her tiny bikini bottom was showing bits of her lady parts. Marcus used his hands to put sunscreen between her ass crack while lifting the string. I could clearly see her bare crack and asshole. I was horrified while Kayla didn’t flinch.

“I don’t want your wife to burn anywhere,” he said.

“Thank you,” Kayla murmured.

He then tied her bikini top and asked her to move to face up. He started applying sunscreen to the uncovered part in the front. His hands were on her exposed tits. Kayla had her eyes closed, enjoying the touch.

“Your body is criminal,” he said.

“I have been hard since the lobby. You know that, right?”

Kayla smiled and did not look remotely offended.

“I know. Don’t ask me how.”

They both laughed.

“I could not help it. Your tits were pressed against my back the whole ride.”

His hands were now near her bottom. He was putting sunscreen on her exposed part of her pussy.

“And this bottom! It’s doing nothing. I could see most of your pussy in the side mirrors the entire ride.”

As he said this, he quickly slid his hand inside her bottom. This caused Kayla to flinch a little. She bit her lip and was clearly pleased.

“Pervert,” she said.

Kayla sat up now. Marcus had finally finished applying sunscreen to her body. Kayla sat between us, but her body leaned towards him.

“I bet he does not talk to you like this,” Marcus said in a mocking tone.

“Look at him. He is sitting like a kicked puppy.”

He looked at me now.

“You are still the same scrawny kid who used to stare at the ground whenever I walked by. Some things never change.”

Kayla glanced at me and then back at Marcus.

“He is more of a quiet and careful type.”

Marcus placed his hand on her thighs.

“Careful is boring. You don’t look like a woman who wants careful.

His hand was now moving up her thighs slowly as he continued to speak to her.

“You look like you want to get bent over and reminded of what a real cock feels like.”

He then looked straight at me.

“No offense. I am sure you do your best with what you have got.”

“It’s just not much from what I remember.”

Kayla laughed out loud. My face was burning with humiliation.

“You are awful,” she said to Marcus. But there was zero disapproval in her voice.

She shifted closer to him. Marcus hand was right next to her pussy, and he was running circles with his fingers on her inner thighs.

“He’s turning red,” Kayla said to Marcus.

“It is the same face he made senior year when I had his pants around his ankles. Some guys are just built to be the punchline.”

Marcus laughed. His hand was so close to her pussy now. Kayla was not bothered at all. She looked at me, wondering if I would stand up for myself.

“He is sensitive about it,” Kayla said.

“Sensitive and small,” Marcus said.

“Rough combination. Lucky for him you took pity.”

His fingers were running circles now on the uncovered part of her pussy. I sat there listening to my wife and my bully discuss me like I was already irrelevant. On top of it, his hands owned her body in full view of anyone who cared to look.

When someone shouted about volleyball, I was relieved and immediately stood up. Teams were formed quickly, but no one called my name. Kayla and Marcus ended up on the same side. I became the ball retriever. They high-fived and laughed like they had played together for years. At one point Marcus smacked my wife’s ass, and she only laughed harder.

After the game, they ran into the water together without asking me. I stayed on the shore with the bags as I watched them disappear into the waves.

They were gone for around half an hour. When they came back, Marcus’s hands were around Kayla’s ass. Marcus looked at me and smirked.

“Do us a favor and take some pictures,” Marcus said as he tossed his phone to me.

I did as he said. They both posed very closely. They laughed. He had his hands on her ass. When they were done, I asked Marcus to click pics of Kayla and me.

He agreed and stepped in closer to me to suggest a better pose. Then out of nowhere, he yanked my swim shorts straight down to my ankles in one hard pull. He then walked off laughing.

Everyone around me erupted. Someone wolf whistled. A couple of phones came out. I scrambled to cover myself while Kayla stood with her arms crossed. Her expression was more exasperated than outraged.

When I spoke with Kayla, she didn’t seem interested in hearing my concerns.

“It’s just a joke. Get over it!”

Later, when people started packing up, Kayla reached for the spare helmet.

“I am going back with Marcus.”

I stared at her in disbelief.

“You are not.”

“I already told him I would.”

“I do not care what you told him. I am your husband, and I am telling you…”

She cut me off and spoke in a sharp voice. It was loud enough that several people nearby turned.

“Don’t…”

“Don’t do the possessive little man thing. It does not suit you.”

“Especially not after you just spent the afternoon fetching balls and getting your shorts yanked down in front of everyone.”

“You are embarrassing yourself. Sit in the car and be quiet.”

With this, she sat on the back of the bike with Marcus and left. I stood there for a while before heading back to the hotel in the car.

I waited for Kayla alone in the hotel lobby. She walked in with Marcus after some time. She looked radiant. In the elevator, she barely glanced at me.

In the room, the silence stretched until I could not take it.

“I am sorry.”

“For last night and for today. For trying to control where you sat and who you rode with.

“I was being jealous and insecure. You are right.”

Kayla looked at me for a while. Then she stepped in and kissed me. It was soft at first and then deeper.

She pushed my shoulders down, and I knelt. I removed her bikini bottom and put my mouth on her. She tasted salty from all the beach water. I licked her the way she liked as she held my head in place. I continued until she came.

After she was done, she headed to the shower. I took a shower after her.

When I came out, Kayla had changed into a tight white crop top and short white tennis skirt. She was not wearing a bra, and the thin fabric of her top showed the exact shape of her nipples. When she bent to adjust the strap of her sandal, I saw she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I didn’t say a word.

“I am going for a walk,” she said.

“Want company? I could…”

“No.”

The answer was immediate.

“I won’t be long. I just need some air.”

“When you can, start packing. We need to leave for the airport soon.”

I nodded.

When she left, I started packing immediately. I wanted this reunion to end soon and put this entire episode of Marcus behind me. I could not wait to settle back into the daily routine with Kayla.

She was gone for almost ninety minutes. When she came back, it was time for us to leave.

On the flight, she could not stop talking about Marcus.

“Marcus was saying the most interesting things about the company he sold.”

“Did you notice how people oriented around him at the beach? Even the ones who barely knew him.”

“It is like he walks into a space and gravity changes.”

I listened and nodded. I didn’t want to say anything for fear of upsetting her. I felt she would forget about him soon.

Back home, things were different. Our minimal sex life halted completely and eventually evolved.

Any time I would touch her, she would turn me away, citing reasons like exhaustion, work commitment, etc. Then packages started arriving with numerous sex toys. There were vibrators and dildos in various shapes and sizes. She would use them in front of me, with my participation limited to licking her as she inserted a big dildo inside or used a vibrator. Sometimes she would use the toys after she had turned me down and presumed I had slept.

A few days later, packages containing expensive lingerie, sexy baby dolls, and skimpy clothes began to arrive. She would try them in front of me or when I was not around. She would click selfies in the mirror. Sometimes she would hand me her phone so that I could click pics. She wore all this sexy stuff around the apartment like it was nothing.

One day when I came back from work, she answered the door in a red lingerie set. She was wearing red stockings and black heels. She was looking super hot. She asked me to click a few photos of her, and I duly obliged. She was quite happy with the outcome.

“I am thinking of posting this on my Instagram,” she said to me.

I looked at her to confirm if she was serious or joking. She showed me 2 pics she planned to post. One was at a front angle, and the other was from behind.

“You look super hot, but are you sure?” I asked her.

She nodded. I knew she was not afraid to show off her body, but this was new even for her. I have always felt proud of showing her off.

“Is it ok if I give you credit for the pic?” She asked.

“Definitely.”

I smiled and kissed her. She posted the pics and went to her home office for a client call. Lately she has been quite busy with work and evening client calls.

I went to the bedroom and took off my pants and underwear. I looked at the pic she had just posted and started to jerk off.

Then I saw a comment from Marcus on her post.

“This is good, but for the next one, I want you bent over. Shrimp d**k, do a better job next time.”

I stopped jerking off. My bully was friends with my wife on Instagram and humiliated me publicly.

I waited for Kayla’s call to end and stood outside her home office door. In between, Kayla had responded with a laughing emoji. As soon as she came out, I spoke in a shrill voice.

“This is fucked up.”

My voice came out rougher than I intended.

“You are Instagram friends with him?”

Kayla looked at me like she had no idea what had happened.

“Marcus?” She asked.

I nodded and spoke again.

“You are Instagram friends with the guy who spent an entire weekend humiliating me in front of everyone.”

“On top of that, he is commenting like that on your pictures.”

Kayla was calm when she spoke.

“They are just comments. You are being dramatic.”

“Dramatic? He pulled my shorts down in front of everyone.”

“He spent two days making me look like a joke. And now you are posting lingerie pics for him to comment on.”

“I post what I want. He comments on what he wants.”

“If you can’t handle other men finding your wife attractive, that’s your problem. Moreover, I showed you these pics before posting.”

“It’s not about other men. It’s about him.”

“Then get over it.”

“He called me a shrimp dick. Can you at least delete the post?”

She laughed and walked away.

The fight escalated and dragged on for a few days. I slept in the guest room. She went about her business like normal. She would be unbothered if I walked into the room while she was using her sex toys. She would roam around the house in crotchless panties and open-cup teddies.

In the end, I was the one who apologized.

“I am sorry. I overreacted.”

“You are free to post whatever you want.”

She looked at me and handed me her phone.

“Of course I know that. Now click a few more pics. I want to make another post.”

**Kayla’s version **

I chose the tiny bikini for Marcus and no one else.

I wanted to tear him and make it impossible for him to not fuck me. It was funny to see the look on his face when he saw me in the lobby.

He himself looked delicious, and when he told me I was riding with him, I was more than willing.

On the motorcycle, I pressed my nearly naked body against his bare back and roamed my hands freely on his hard cock over his shorts. The entire ride, I was imagining his big, thick cock pushing inside me and stretching me.

At the beach, his hands were all over me, and he got even bolder when my husband appeared. He didn’t stop even after I sat up and was literally rubbing my pussy in front of him. All the sexual flirting and the way he casually put him down made me so wet.

In the water, Marcus didn’t waste any time. He slid the string of my bikini bottom underwater and inserted his fingers inside my pussy. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders. I was moaning in his ears and came pretty quickly.

Immediately after, I took his cock out. It was so hard and so big. It felt so much better in my hands than I imagined. I worked him under the water until he came against my stomach.

I felt better, but I wanted the real thing.

On the ride back to the hotel, as soon as there was a secluded corner, he parked the motorcycle. We kissed while still seated. He then bent me over the seat and pushed the bikini bottom to the side. He drove hard inside me with powerful thrust.

I literally saw the stars. I could not remember when I had last felt like this. He grabbed me by my hair and fucked me deep and relentlessly.

I came before him. When he cummed inside me, the force and warmth of his cum made me cum a second time.

“Next time I am taking my time with you,” he told me.

I didn’t want to go. I wanted him to fuck me again. When we reached the hotel, I was dripping with his cum. I didn’t even see my husband. In the elevator, I was just thinking about Marcus’s thick cock.

When my husband apologized in the room, I felt angry with him for keeping me from the pleasure I deserve. That’s why I made him taste the cum of his bully from my pussy. He devoured everything eagerly without knowing he was cleaning cum of a guy who had just fucked his wife.

I was keen to get back to Marcus again. I decided to go without underwear so we don’t waste a single second. I was wet for him again.

Marcus opened his door on the first knock. He was shirtless and still wearing swim shorts from the beach. I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around him. We kissed. He then put me on the bed and inserted his hard cock inside my wet pussy. He stayed on top of me and continued to kiss me as he fucked me.

Once he cummed inside me, we both went to take a shower. While taking a shower, we were still kissing.

“I made him clean me,” I whispered in his ear.

He looked at me, surprised.

“I made my husband clean up your cum from my pussy.”

He gave me a proud look. I continued.

“He had no idea. He went on his knees and ate everything so eagerly.”

He put his hand on my pussy and started to rub it.

“Tell me how it felt,” he said slowly in my ear.

“It felt perfect. His tongue was so grateful.”

His other hand was now mauling my tits. I was moaning lightly as I was speaking.

“The whole time…I was thinking about your cock. About how much…bigger you are.”

He now held me by my neck and forced me down.

“Get on your knees now, slut.”

I immediately did. I sucked on his dick eagerly while he continued to talk filthy.

“You are my slut now.”

“Say it.”

He grabbed my head and forced my mouth down his dick. I gasped for air. He let me go after a few seconds. Immediately, he landed 2 hard blows on my face. No one has ever done that. But it made me wetter.

“Say it slut.”

“I am your slut.”

He slapped me again.

“Look at me when you say it.”

I looked at him.

“I am your slut.”

He patted my cheeks like I am a pet.

“Good girl! It has been a long time since you have been with a real man. I need to train you how to be a better fuck hole.”

I nodded and mumbled sorry. The perfect gentleman who was treating me like a queen was now treating me like a cheap whore, and I was loving it even more.

He continued fucking my mouth until he came inside it. He ordered me to swallow every drop, and I promptly did. This was my first time swallowing cum.

He then carried me to bed and threw me on it. He then turned me around so that I was on my stomach and fucked me mercilessly. I was shouting his name the entire time.

“How does it feel to fucked by a real man?”

“It feels… good.”

“His mouth is just a toy. You are the one who actually fucks me.”

“I will never allow him inside me again.”

“Oh god..fuck me..fuck me harder.”

He took his time destroying me. When he finally came inside me, it felt deep and heavy. I had lost count of my orgasms.

“New rules,” he said.

“Your husband doesn’t fuck you anymore.”

“He can use his mouth if you feel like throwing the pathetic bastard a bone.”

“You are my slut now. Understand?”

I nodded.

“You need to send me a nude every day. Or whenever I ask. I don’t care where you are or who you are with.”

“Bonus points if you get shrimp dick to take the pictures without knowing who they are for.”

He was serious and brutal. I was getting wet again.

“I will send you lingerie, dresses, and toys. Whatever I want to see you in or see you use.”

“You wear them. You take pictures. You take videos. Clear?”

I nodded again.

“I will see you again soon. And I want it to be ready for me.”

I cleaned up and left. He didn’t want to kiss my mouth as I had just swallowed his load. But I could not shake him off from my body. On the flight back home, I could feel his hands, his lips, his cock, and his cum.

At home, I followed all his instructions. I turned my husband down for sex. Every day I sent Marcus a nude. Sometimes it was more than one. One day I was in a client meeting when I saw a message from him.

“Full nude now, slut.”

I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I removed all my clothes and sent him multiple nudes.

It made me very happy when he responded with “Good girl.”

At home, it was easier to send him pics and videos. Mostly, I would take these on my own, but a few I would ask my husband to take. He never knew these were going straight to his bully.

I texted with him constantly. Most of the messages were filthy.

“Wear the red open cup set today.”

“No panties under your skirt for the client meeting.”

“I want a video of you fucking yourself with the dildo. Say my name the entire time.”

“Send me a video of him licking you as you fuck yourself with a dildo.”

When my husband went to the office, I would video call Marcus. I would strip on camera and use the toys exactly the way he ordered. I would spread myself open while he watched and stroked his cock. I would gag on a big dildo as he instructed me to go deeper.

I would tell him about how I denied my husband, how I made my husband lick my ass while I used a vibrator on my pussy, how I was imagining his cock while fucking a dildo in front of my husband, how I made my husband click slutty photos of me for him.

Sometimes I would video call him when my husband was at home under the pretext of a client call. It would make me even wetter to think he is nearby as I talk dirty with his bully.

Marcus also ordered a remote-controlled vibrator for me to wear when going out with my husband. He would tease me continuously while my husband wondered what was happening.

I was completely owned by Marcus. I was his slut now.

 

The End.