The Proposal
By Max Swan.
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Beside her, Sam stirred, his arm flopping onto her stomach in a half-asleep gesture of affection. Helen sighed, carefully extracting herself from his grasp and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Another day, another dollar.
She padded to the bathroom, flipping on the harsh fluorescent light and blinking against the sudden brightness. In the mirror, her reflection stared back at her – tired eyes, slumped shoulders, a body that had seen better days. Thirty-five years of marriage and four children had taken their toll, and it showed.
Helen went through the motions of her morning routine, splashing water on her face, brushing her teeth, running a comb through her tangled hair. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror again and sighed. When was the last time Sam had even looked at her with desire? When was the last time they’d had sex that wasn’t quick and perfunctory, barely more than a task to be completed?
As she pulled on her robe and made her way downstairs, Helen couldn’t help but reflect on their sex life. Or lack thereof. It seemed like all they ever did was go through the motions, like two actors playing out a tired script. The passion, the excitement, the raw animal desire that had once consumed them – it was all gone, replaced by a dull, mechanical routine.
Helen started the coffee maker and began preparing breakfast for the kids, her mind drifting to happier times. In the early days of their relationship, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The honeymoon, where they’d made love on the beach under the moonlight. The years of sneaking off for quickies in the closet or the laundry room, too horny to wait until they were alone.
But somewhere along the way, it had all fizzled out. The kids had come, followed by the long hours at work and the endless cycle of chores and responsibilities. Sex had become an afterthought, something to be squeezed in between doctor’s appointments and grocery shopping.
Helen heard Sam’s footsteps on the stairs and braced herself for another day of polite conversation and forced smiles. They ate breakfast in near silence, the only sounds the clink of silverware against ceramic and the occasional sip of coffee.
As Helen cleared the table, Sam cleared his throat, a nervous look on his face. “Helen, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” he said, his voice hesitant.
Helen turned to face him, her eyebrows raised in question. “What is it?”
Sam took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting in his lap. “I … I know things haven’t been great between us lately. The sex, I mean.”
Helen felt a flush creep up her neck, embarrassed and defensive all at once. “It’s not that bad,” she said weakly, looking away.
“It is,” Sam insisted, reaching out to take her hand. “And I think I know why.”
Helen met his gaze, confusion and trepidation warring in her chest. “What do you mean?”
Sam took another deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. “My dick has never been that big. No…” he said, stopping her from talking. “It was once OK for you, but after four kids, well, let’s be frank, you don’t even feel my five-incher anymore. I’m now too small to pleasure you. And besides… I… I think I’m a cuckold,” he said finally, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I think I get off on the idea of you being with other men. Men with huge cocks pleasuring you in a way my small dick can’t… In a way, if we’re honest, my small dick has never pleasured you.”
Helen stared at him, her mouth agape. “What? Sam, what are you talking about? Your penis is fine by me. You know I don’t care about stuff like that.”
“You may not care about it, but I do. My dick is just too small,” he explained, his eyes downcast. “But as you know, I have always felt jealousy when you’re with other men, and it’s not the regular kind of jealousy. It’s… It’s more than that. It turns me on to think about you with someone else. Someone bigger than me.”
Helen felt a wave of disbelief wash over her. This was her husband, the man she’d been married to for nearly two decades. How could he feel this way? And why was she suddenly feeling a flutter of excitement in her stomach?
“I don’t know what to say,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Sam said, squeezing her hand. “But I propose we try it. Just once. To see how it feels.”
Helen’s mind raced, a thousand thoughts swirling through her head. Could she really do this? Could she really sleep with another man, with her husband’s blessing? And yet, as she looked into Sam’s hopeful eyes, she felt a spark of desire ignite deep inside her. The idea of being with someone new, someone exciting and different, someone, as he said, ‘bigger.’ It was thrilling in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
“You propose it?” she said witha raised eyebrow.
He nods. “Yes, I propose you cuckold me.”
There was silence as she thought about it.
Eventually, she said, “OK,” her voice shaky but determined. “I accept your proposal. Let’s try it.”
Sam’s face broke into a wide grin, his eyes shining with relief and excitement. “Thank you,” he said, pulling her into a tight embrace. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”
“I may not,” she said. “Just make sure you don’t. Once you release that genie, you may not be able to get it back in the bottle, if you know what I mean.
As Helen held him close, she couldn’t help but wonder what she was getting herself into. But one thing was for sure, their stale, boring sex life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Helen pulled away from Sam’s embrace, her mind still reeling from his confession. “I need some time to process this,” she said, her voice shaky. “It’s a lot to take in.”
Sam nodded, his expression understanding. “Of course. Take all the time you need. Just…Think about it, OK? Think about what it would be like to fuck a guy with a really big cock. A guy with stamina who doesn’t blow his load in a minute like me.”
Helen closed her eyes, a mental image forming in her mind. Her naked and writhing beneath the body of a strong, virile man with a large cock. Sam, watching from the corner of the room, his eyes dark with desire as he stroked his small dick.
The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she opened her eyes to find Sam looking at her intently. “I’ll think about it,” she promised, her voice barely above a whisper.
*****
As the day wore on, Helen found herself unable to concentrate on anything else. She went through the motions of her daily routine. Dropping the kids off at school, running errands, doing housework, and preparing lunch. But her mind was elsewhere.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Sam’s words, about the idea of being with another man. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once, a fantasy she had never dared to indulge in before. As she sat at her computer later that afternoon, an impulse overtook her. She opened up a web browser and began to type, her fingers flying across the keyboard. ‘Cuckold fantasies,’ she typed into the search bar, her heart pounding in her chest.
The results were overwhelming, a treasure trove of stories and images, and videos. Helen clicked on the first link, her eyes widening as she read the lurid details of a wife’s affair with her husband’s best friend. She felt a dampness between her legs as she read, her breathing quickening. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. The idea of being wanted, desired, lusted after. It was intoxicating.
She clicked on another link, this one leading to a video of a woman being gangbanged by a group of men while her husband watched helplessly. Helen felt a surge of heat as she watched the woman moan and scream in ecstasy, her body wracked with pleasure. She knew she should stop, that she was only fueling the flames of her desire. But she couldn’t. She needed more, needed to know what it would feel like to be in that woman’s shoes.
She spent hours lost in the world of cuckold porn, her mind consumed with fantasies of being dominated and defiled. By the time she finally closed the browser, she was soaked and shaking, her body aching for release. She knew then that she had to do it. She had to experience the thrill of being with another man, of being fucked in a way that Sam could never fuck her. ‘Sam’s right,’ she thought. ‘His dick is too small for me. I’ve never wanted to admit it before, but it doesn’t get me off.’
But she also knew that it wouldn’t be easy. There would be guilt, and shame, and fear. But there would also be pleasure, and excitement, and the knowledge that she was living out a fantasy that most women only dreamed about.
*****
She waited until Sam came home from work that evening, her nerves coiled tight with anticipation. They sat at the kitchen table, picking at their dinner in silence. Eventually, Helen took a deep breath and spoke. “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “About the cuckold thing.”
Sam looked up at her, his eyes wide with hope. “And?”
“And… I think I want to try it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think I want to be with someone bigger. Your little dick just does nothing for me.”
Sam’s face broke into a wide grin, and he reached across the table to take her hand. “Really? You do?”
Helen nodded, a flush creeping up her neck. “I’ll do it as long as you’re OK with it. But I’m scared,” she admitted. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know where to start.”
Sam squeezed her hand, his expression understanding. “We’ll figure it out together,” he promised. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
Helen felt a rush of relief wash over her, followed by a surge of excitement. This was really happening. She was really going to go through with it.
As they finished their dinner and retired to the living room, Helen couldn’t help but wonder what the future held. Would Sam really be OK with her being with another man? Could she really go through with it? Would he be able to cope seeing her cum so hard on a huge cock in a way she never had on his little dick?
But as she looked over at him, his eyes shining with love and acceptance, she knew that she could do anything as long as he was by her side.
*****
The next few weeks passed in a blur of excitement and anxiety. Helen and Sam spent hours discussing the details of her cuckold lifestyle. What kind of man she wanted to be with, what kind of things they wanted to try. Sam took charge of finding the perfect partner for Helen, poring over online dating profiles and setting up discreet meetings. Helen found herself intrigued by the process, eager to meet the man who would change her life forever.
Eventually, the day arrived. Helen got dressed in a tight dress that hugged her curves, her heart pounding with anticipation. Sam drove her to the meeting place, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. As they pulled up to the hotel, Helen took a deep breath and turned to face him.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice trembling. “This will change our relationship forever.”
Sam nodded, his eyes shining with determination. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he said. “This is what we both want. What you both need.”
Helen leaned over and kissed him softly, pouring all of her love and gratitude into the gesture. She didn’t really understand why Sam needed this, but she knew why she did. Then she got out of the car and walked toward the hotel entrance, her head held high. She didn’t know what the future held, but she knew that she was ready to face it head-on. Ready to embrace the thrill of the unknown, ready to experience pleasure in ways Sam could never provide with his small dick and beta personality.
As she stepped into the lobby and saw the man who would be her first cuckold bull waiting for her, she felt a wave of desire wash over her. This was it. It was the beginning of a new chapter in her life. And she couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.
Helen’s breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the towering, muscular figure of the bull Sam had arranged for her. He was everything she had fantasized about and more. Tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, with rippling abs and biceps that strained against his tight t-shirt. His black skin glistened under the hotel lobby lights, and his deep, soulful eyes seemed to pierce straight through her.
“Hi, there,” Helen said breathlessly, extending her hand. “I’m Helen.”
The bull took her hand in his, engulfing it. His grip was firm and warm, sending a shiver down her spine. “Pleasure to meet you, Helen,” he replied, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “I’m Luke.”
Helen felt her knees go weak as he led her towards the elevators, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. As they stepped into the empty car, Luke pressed the button for the top floor and turned to face her.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured, his eyes roving over her body appreciatively. “Sam didn’t do you justice.”
Helen blushed, flattered by the compliment. “Thank you,” she said shyly. “And thank you for doing this. For me, I mean.”
Luke smirked, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. “Oh, it’s my pleasure, baby. Trust me.”
As the elevator dinged open, Helen felt a surge of nervous excitement. This was really happening. She was really going to sleep with another man, with her husband’s blessing.
Luke led her down the hallway to his room, swiping his key card and pushing open the door. Helen stepped inside, her eyes widening at the opulent suite that greeted her. He closed the door behind them and turned to face her, a predatory gleam in his eye.
“Strip for me,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Helen hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling shy. But the look in Luke’s eyes spurred her on, and she reached for the zipper of her dress. Slowly, teasingly, she slid the garment down her body, revealing inch after inch of creamy skin. She let it pool at her feet before stepping out of it, standing before Luke in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and a strapless bra.
Luke let out a low whistle of approval, his eyes devouring every curve and contour of her body. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, reaching out to cup her breasts through the thin lace of her bra. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
Helen gasped as he roughly squeezed her tits, her nipples hardening instantly beneath his touch. She arched into him, craving more contact, more stimulation. As if reading her mind, Luke reached around and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts sprang free, heavy and full, and he wasted no time in capturing one rosy peak between his lips.
Helen cried out in pleasure as he sucked and nibbled at her sensitive flesh, his other hand kneading and tugging at her other breast. Sparks of electricity shot straight to her core, and she could feel her panties growing damp with arousal. Luke pulled away after a few minutes, leaving Helen panting and wanting more. He smirked at her expression of frustration before reaching down and tearing her panties off with one swift tug.
“Fuck, look how wet you are already,” he marveled, his fingers delving into her slick folds. “You really are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
Helen could only moan in response, too far gone in her lust to form coherent words. She widened her stance, giving Luke better access to her aching pussy. He pumped two fingers in and out of her, crooking them just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside her that made her see stars. His thumb circled her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
“Mmm, you taste good,” Luke purred, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. “I can’t wait to fuck this sweet little cunt with my big black cock.”
Helen whimpered at the thought, her pussy clenching around nothing. She needed him inside her, needed to be stretched and filled and fucked senseless.
As if reading her mind, Luke pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, his massive cock springing free from his pants. Helen’s eyes widened at the sight of it – thick and long and beautifully dark, with a bulbous head that wept with pre-cum.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, reaching out to wrap her hand around his shaft. “You’re fucking huge.”
“How does it compare to Sam?” he asked.
“Like a pinky finger compared to an arm,” she said and laughed.
Luke chuckled, rocking his hips into her grip. “I thought so. Your husband has small white dick written all over him.”
“God, I love your big cock,” Helen moaned.
“Good, cos you’re about to take every inch of it like a good little wife,” he promised darkly.
With that, he positioned himself at her vaginal entrance and thrust forward, burying himself balls-deep in her tight cunt with one powerful stroke.
Helen screamed in ecstasy as he stretched her beyond what she thought possible, his girth splitting her open most deliciously. She could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he started to move, pistoning in and out of her at a brutal pace.
“Fuck yes, take that dick,” Luke grunted, pounding into her with abandon. “Take it like the desperate little slut you are.”
Helen could only babble incoherently in response, lost in a haze of pleasure as Luke fucked her within an inch of her life. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, harder, faster.
He obliged her, slamming into her so hard the headboard banged against the wall. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and grunts and the slick, squelching noises of Luke’s cock plunging into Helen’s sopping pussy.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Helen chanted, feeling her orgasm building at the base of her spine. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Luke seemed determined to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible, fucking her through one mind-blowing climax after another. By the time he eventually allowed himself to cum, Helen was nothing more than a quivering, whimpering mess beneath him.
With a guttural roar, Luke buried himself to the hilt in Helen’s fluttering cunt and came, his hot jizz erupting deep inside her in thick, heavy spurts. Helen could feel him twitching and pulsating as he emptied himself in her, his cock head kissing her cervix with each powerful jet of cum. His Jizz filled her womb to the brim.
Finally, spent and sated, Luke collapsed on top of her, his softening cock still buried in her well-fucked pussy. They lay like that for a few moments, panting and gasping for breath as they came down from their respective highs.
But Luke wasn’t finished with Helen yet. With a wicked grin, he flipped her over onto her stomach and yanked her hips up into the air, exposing her tight little asshole to his hungry gaze.
“I think it’s time I took this sweet ass for a ride,” he purred, spitting crudely into his palm and working some of his own saliva into the puckered asshole. “I want to make sure you’re thoroughly used by the time your husband comes to clean up my mess.”
“Clean up?” she muttered, but his rubbing distracted her.
Helen whimpered in anticipation, reaching back to spread herself open for him. She had never been taken anally before. Sam had always been too beta to attempt it. But the thought of Luke’s massive alpha cock spearing into her virgin asshole made her dizzy with desire.
Luke wasted no time in pushing two thick fingers into her tight asshole, scissoring them and stretching her out for his big cock. Helen yelped at the sudden intrusion, but quickly melted into the familiar throb of pleasure-pain.
“Relax, baby,” Luke coached, pumping his fingers in and out of her asshole. “Just focus on breathing and let me in.”
Helen took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, focusing on the feel of Luke’s fingers invading her most intimate place. After a few moments, she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, the blunt tip nudging insistently at her resistant sphincter.
“Fuck,” Luke grunted as he began to push forward, slowly but inexorably working his way into Helen’s tight passage. “You’re so fucking tight back here. Goddamn.”
Helen cried out as he breached her, the burning stretch of his cock splitting her open, nearly unbearable. But as he paused to let her adjust, she felt a strange kind of pleasure building deep in her core. It was dark, taboo, and utterly delicious.
“Please,” she begged, arching back into him. “Please, fuck my ass.”
Luke needed no further encouragement. With a low groan, he started to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back into her with a force that rattled her very bones.
Helen wailed in ecstasy as he fucked her ass with deep, powerful strokes, each one sending jolts of pleasure/pain ricocheting through her body. She could feel every thick inch of him sawing in and out of her most intimate depths, igniting nerves she never even knew she had.
“Take it, slut,” Luke growled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Take my big black cock in your greedy little white asshole.”
“Yes,” Helen hissed through clenched teeth, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck my ass harder. Ruin me for my husband.”
Luke let out a feral snarl at that, doubling his efforts and pounding into Helen like a jackhammer. The bed creaked ominously beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall with each savage thrust. Helen could feel another orgasm building at the base of her spine, more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. It swelled and grew, centered in the burning heat of Luke’s cock, splitting her open, until finally it exploded through her with the force of a nuclear bomb.
She screamed until she was hoarse as she came harder than she ever had in her life, her cunt gushing and her ass clenching rhythmically around Luke’s pistoning shaft. He followed a split second later, burying himself to the hilt in her spasming asshole and flooding her bowels with what felt like gallons of hot jizz.
They collapsed together in a sweaty heap on the bed, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Helen could feel Luke’s jizz leaking out of her asshole and pussy as they lay there, claiming her as thoroughly owned and used.
Eventually, after what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, Luke pulled out of her and flopped onto his back beside her. Helen rolled over onto her side to face him, marveling at the sheer size of him, from his broad shoulders to his washboard abs to his semi-hard cock resting against his thigh.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, reaching out to run her fingers along his arm. “That was… Incredible.”
Luke smirked at her awed expression, looking utterly smug and satisfied. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he said smoothly. “And I have a feeling your husband is going to enjoy this next part even more.”
Helen’s eyes widened as she remembered that Sam was waiting in the next room, waiting for her. The thought sent a thrill through her. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw how thoroughly Luke had claimed her. With a groan of effort, Helen rolled out of bed and staggered to the bathroom on shaking legs. She quickly cleaned herself up before grabbing a towel and heading out into the hallway.
Sam was waiting outside the door, looking nervous but excited. His eyes widened as Helen approached him, taking in her disheveled appearance and the faint traces of jizz still clinging to her skin.
“Come on,” she said softly, taking his hand and leading him back into the room. “I have a surprise for you.”
Luke was lounging on the bed when they entered, looking utterly at ease in his nudity. Sam’s gaze immediately zeroed in on his soft cock, which was still coated in Helen’s juices.
“Looks like you had quite the time with my wife,” Sam said, his voice tight with a mixture of arousal and jealousy.
Luke grinned wolfishly at him. “She’s a fucking dream come true,” he agreed. “And I’m not done with her yet.”
Sam’s eyes widened as Luke reached for Helen again, pulling her back onto the bed and spreading her legs wide. He could see the puffy state of her pussy and asshole. Both gaping and dripping with cum. Luke felt a fresh surge of blood rushing to his cock at the sight.
“Clean up time, bitch,” Luke commanded, gesturing toward Helen’s ravaged holes. “Lick up every drop of my spunk like a good little cuck.”
Sam hesitated for a moment before dropping to his knees between Helen’s splayed thighs. He looked up at her pleadingly, seeking permission. Helen nodded encouragingly at him, reaching down to stroke his hair. “Are you sure you want this?” she asked, now realizing what Luke had meant earlier when he said ‘clean up.’ She had read about this online but never really expected Sam to do it.
“I do,” Sam said softly.
“Go on then,” she urged softly. “Clean me so we can go home to our bed.”
Sam needed no further prompting. He leaned forward and tentatively ran his tongue along Helen’s puffy slit, lapping up the mixed fluids leaking from her abused holes. The taste was musky and slightly bitter and undeniably manly. It sent a shiver down his spine. He continued to lick and suck at Helen’s tender flesh for several long minutes, worshipping every inch of it until she was clean and shiny once more. When he finally pulled away, his chin was slick with juices, and his dick was rock hard in his pants.
Luke chuckled darkly at Sam’s obvious arousal. “Look at you,” he taunted. “Not much going on down there, eh, white boy? Any wonder your wife came so hard on my big cock. That’s probably the first cum she’s had in years. That little white dick of yours is too useless for fucking, but it’s good for cucking. All you’re good for is watching another man use your wife like the dirty little slut she is and then licking her clean and swallowing a man’s jizz.”
Sam flushed but held Luke’s gaze steadily. “I know my place,” he said simply. “Helen belongs to you now.”
Luke smirked at that, reaching down to stroke his cock back to full hardness. “That’s right,” he agreed. “And I’m going to make sure she never forgets it.”
With that, he pushed Helen back onto the bed and rolled on top of her once more. Sam watched transfixed as Luke positioned himself at Helen’s vaginal entrance and slid home with a grunt of satisfaction. This time was slower, more sensual, but no less intense. Luke took his time fucking Helen, drawing out every thrust and savoring every inch of her wet heat. He caressed her body with reverent hands, worshipping every curve and valley until she was mewling and writhing beneath him.
Sam couldn’t take his eyes off them as they made love, or rather as Luke made love to Helen while he watched helplessly on the sidelines. He felt like an intruder in his own marriage, a third wheel in the passionate coupling before him.
But he also couldn’t deny the arousal that coursed through him at the sight. The way Luke’s strong hands gripped Helen’s hips as he thrust deep into her willing body. The way Helen arched into every touch like a cat in heat. The erotic sound of skin slapping against skin as Luke drove into her again and again. How that thick black cock spread her pussy lips apart so wide as it slid in and out of her lovely pussy.
He could feel his dick throbbing painfully in his pants as he watched them fuck like animals in heat. Helen’s breathy moans mingling with Luke’s low grunts until the room was filled with nothing but their carnal cries and the stank of vigorous fucking. It seemed like hours later when Luke eventually reached his peak once more, spilling himself deep inside Helen’s quivering cunt with a low groan of satisfaction. Helen followed a moment later, clamping down on Luke’s twitching cock as she climaxed beneath him.
They collapsed together on the bed in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Sam stood awkwardly to the side, unsure what to do or say.
Eventually, Luke rolled off Helen with a low chuckle. “Thanks for sharing your wife with me tonight,” he said to Sam with a smirk. “She was incredible.”
Sam could only nod mutely in response, his mind still reeling from everything that had happened. Luke got up and went into the bathroom. Not long after, they heard the shower begin.
“Clean me,” Helen said to Sam. “But cum on my pussy first.”
“Yes, dear,” Sam said, rushing to her.
He unzipped and got his dick out. It was as hard as it had ever been. All five inches. His dick was slick with pre-cum. He grabbed it with two fingers and his thumb and started jerking off over her red, gaping, inflamed pussy lips. Well-fucked pussy lips. It took all of fifteen seconds before a powerful spurt of jizz erupted from his dick and landed on her pussy. Sam grunted as he came. It was a powerful orgasm. Several more spurts of jizz landed on Helen’s pussy, and he was done.
“Good, boy,” Helen said, watching the spectacle. “Now get down there and lick me all clean. Don’t forget to suck the cum out of my pussy too.”
So, Sam went to work and devoured Helen’s well-used pussy, sucking and licking until he could no longer taste anything but her flesh. Helen came about three more times in the process. Then, he reached down to help Helen off the bed, wrapping a long coat around her naked body as she swayed on unsteady feet. She put on her heels, and he helped. Together they made their way out of the hotel room and back down through the lobby and to their car parked down the street in silence. It wasn’t until they were safely ensconced in the privacy of their home that either of them spoke.
****
“You OK?” Sam asked tentatively as Helen took a shower.
Helen turned to face him with a soft smile, the water running down her luscious body. “I’m more than OK,” she said and smiled. “That was life-changing.”
Sam reached out and lovingly stroked her cheek, his fingers lingering there. “I’m glad,” he said simply. “I had a great time, too. And I meant what I said earlier, you belong to Luke now. You belong to big cocks, and they will fuck you whenever they want.”
Helen shivered at the possessive note in Sam’s voice, a fresh surge of desire pooling low in her belly. “Yes,” she agreed breathlessly. “I do.”
Later, as they lay together in the darkness, Helen spoke again. “When can we do this again?” she asked, her voice filled with eager anticipation.
Sam chuckled low in his throat. “Soon,” he promised. “Very soon.”
With that reassurance, Helen drifted off to sleep, dreaming of dark skin, that musky male scent, that huge throbbing cock, and that delicious ache between her legs.
The End.
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