u/Surrender_2_me

This one is 100% true - One of the first married FWBs I ever had was this blonde that I met at work. As we got to know each other, I found out that her husband was a high-up official in their church. He wasn't the Pastor, but I think he was maybe a Deacon or had some similar title. Needless to say, he was extremely religious. Whenever I would press her on it, she always claimed to be religious as well... but she clearly wasn't on the same level as her husband. Regardless, both he and his wife were active and prominent figures in their church.

We flirted pretty heavily from the first time we met and our conversations turned more and more sexual as we got to know each other. I would tease her and she'd complain about her husband because was a prude and thought that anything other than basic sex was a sin. She told me things like she LOVED sucking dick... she used to do it with her previous boyfriends when she was younger, but her husband didn't want her to try it on him.

A few months after she started, I told her straight up I wanted to fuck her and that I could keep a secret if she could... but I also told her that if she's going to be with me, she's going to have to be REALLY fucking bad for me. She agreed and we fucked every chance we got.

I always like to push limits and find new kinks with my sluts... and I definitely discovered and indulged in a serious religious/church taboo kink with her. The more wrong or depraved the act, the better it made her married pussy feel.

One day I was at her place fucking her and gave her a butt plug and told her I wanted her to wear it to church each week. She did… and I made her go into the bathroom and take pictures as proof. She wore it no matter what - Some weeks she would have to volunteer in Sunday school and other times she was in charge of coffee (they serve everyone coffee at her church). Anytime she was alone she'd get on her phone and text how terrible she was for having her asshole filled while volunteering and working for the Lord.

One Sunday morning I told her I wanted to see her before church started. She and her husband always drove to church together and they always had to be there early because of his duties... but she said that after they arrived, she could run out by herself and pick up some danishes and donuts for the other church board members - and see me really fast in the process. So I picked out a secluded parking lot that was just down the road from her church and told her to meet me there about 20 minutes before the service started.

I was there waiting for her when pulled into the parking lot and parked in the spot next to mine and promptly hopped out of her car and into my SUV.

As soon as she got in I asked her if she was excited to go to church with her husband and she said yes as I lifted up her dress and felt her married cunt… it was already soaking wet and she was wearing her plug in her asshole like a good slut. I took out my hard cock and told her to worship her god and she immediately started sucking my dick as I called her a dirty cheating whore. We continued for a few minutes more and then I told her I was going to cum and I shot a load of fresh sperm in her beautiful mouth. As I came I told her not to swallow and to hold it all in her mouth for me… She looked disappointed and confused at first but I held out the palm of my hand and told her to spit it all out... So she carefully spat my cum out of her mouth and back onto my hand and I told her to lift up her dress and hold her panties open for me. As she stretched open her panties, I smashed my cum filled hand against her married pussy and began fingering my sperm as deep inside her cheating hole as I could.

She was literally just saying "OMG I'm a fucking dumb whore" over and over again as I did it. Then i told her to close her panties and fix her dress. Before she left, I took the leftover cum that was still on my hand and wiped it all over her lips and told her I wanted her to wear my sperm as lip gloss in front of the whole congregation.

She left and went out to pick up donuts and went back to her church. She told me that she never felt more like a disgusting whore than she did when she sat next to her husband in church while my cum leaked out of her cheating married cunt and my dried-up sperm was displayed on her lips.

My name is Emily and I am twenty eight years old… and I used to believe that I was a good wife.

I have long dark hair that falls past my shoulders, dark brown eyes, and a soft curvy figure with full breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded hips. I try to dress modestly most days because that is the woman I want to be. Jake and I have been married for five years. He is my best friend and my safe place… he’s just the love of my life. We still find ways to laugh together even when everything feels heavy. We hold each other at night and talk about the future we want to build. Our love has always been the one thing that felt solid.

This past year has been slowly breaking us. My younger brother Tyler is only nineteen. He should have been excited about college and new beginnings… but instead, a rare autoimmune disorder has attacked his body and taken so much from him. The doctors believe a new experimental therapy could reverse much of the damage and give him back a real life, but the cost is enormous. Insurance covers almost none of it. We have already sold my car, taken out a second mortgage on our small house, and emptied every savings account and retirement fund we had.

Watching Tyler grow weaker and more tired while my mother tries to stay strong on the phone leaves me with a constant heavy pain in my chest. Jake works long overtime shifts at the construction company. I pick up every extra hour I can at the bookstore. We lay awake at night holding each other tightly and whispering that somehow we will find a way… but the fear never really leaves us. Some nights we do not speak at all. We just hold on.

That evening at the charity gala felt like a small break from the darkness. Richard Voss was attending. He is a strikingly attractive man in his early forties with sharp blue eyes, dark hair touched with silver at the temples, and the commanding presence that comes from real wealth and power. We had met him briefly at two earlier fundraisers. He had always been polite and had made generous donations to various medical causes. We were genuinely excited when we heard he would be there tonight. His support had helped programs like the one Tyler needed so much.

Mr Voss greeted us warmly near the entrance. He shook Jake's hand firmly and told me I looked lovely in my black cocktail dress. The conversation came easily as we moved through the room. He asked thoughtful questions about Tyler's condition and about our lives. When he invited us to join him for dinner afterward at a quiet upscale restaurant nearby we accepted right away. This might be the opportunity we had been praying for. Maybe he could really help Tyler.

At the restaurant Voss was a gracious host. Jake and I sat next to each other. Before the main conversation began Voss pulled out two copies of a simple non disclosure agreement.

"This is standard for me when discussing any potential donations or private support," he explained calmly. "It protects everyone involved. Nothing you sign tonight obligates you to anything. It simply means what we discuss stays between us."

We both signed. We were excited. Hopeful. This felt like the moment we had been waiting for. Jake smiled at me and squeezed my hand after we signed. We thought this was it… The help Tyler needed might finally be within reach. We ordered wine and settled in with rising anticipation.

The meal was excellent. Voss listened attentively as Jake spoke about the realities of construction work and as I shared small details about my life at the bookstore. He asked about Tyler again and seemed genuinly interested in how he was doing. The evening felt full of promise and hope. The food was excellent and the conversations flowed. I started to believe that real help might finally be close. Jake looked more relaxed than he had in weeks.

Then as dessert arrived Voss set his spoon down and looked at us both with calm directness.

"I very much enjoyed this evening with you both," he said, his voice low and steady. "But I am going to be direct with you now. Emily, you are a strikingly beautiful woman and I find myself very drawn to you. i understand you and Jake are married and happy… but I would like to make you and Jake a substantial offer. to consider. Four hundred thousand dollars plus I will pay off your mortgage in full. in return for my generocity, Emily would come stay at my estate as my personal companion for 30 days. She would live in my home and be available to me sexually during that time. rest assured, I would treat her with every comfort and luxury. At the end of the thirty days she may return home and we part ways completely with no further contact required."

The words landed like a slap. My fork slipped from my fingers and clattered loudly against the plate. Heat rushed to my face. I felt deeply humiliated. This rich asshole was sitting across from us suggesting that I leave my husband and become his… slut? …for a month in exchange for money?? My stomach twisted with shame. Jake's hand squeezed mine so hard it almost hurt. I could see Jakes face turned red with anger. His body was tense and there was a moment where I was genuinely afraid he might stand up and hit Voss. The only thing that seemed to hold him (or me) back was the staggering size of the offer. Four hundred thousand dollars plus the mortgage paid off. It was enough to save Tyler... Enough to clear every debt. Enough to give us a chance at the life we had almost lost. Even if it enraged us, it had the potential to change our lives for the better. it would be foolish to throw it away and dismiss it.

"You seriously invited us to dinner for this?" Jake asked, his voice low and shaking with fury. "After talking about Tyler like you actually cared about helping kids like him? After acting like you were some generous supporter?"

Voss remained composed. His expression showed no regret and his tone stayed firm and businesslike and confident. "I do care about those causes, Jake. I have given to them for years… But nothing in this world is free as you both know too well from your own struggles. I have seen how hard this situation with Tyler has hit you. Four hundred thousand dollars and your mortgage paid off would cover his treatment and give your family real security moving forward. It could change everything for you. I am a man who knows what he wants and is willing to pay fairly for it. i have made my offer.”

I sat there feeling small and exposed. My cheeks burned with humiliation. The thought of leaving Jake for thirty days and being intimate with this man made my chest feel tight and my throat close up. I wanted to stand up and walk out of the restaurant. I wanted to tell Voss exactly what I thought of him and his offer. But Tyler's tired face kept flashing through my mind. The stack of medical bills on our kitchen table. The second mortgage payment that was already late. The way Jake had looked so defeated the night before when another denial letter arrived. The money he offered was enormous. Life changing.

Voss watched us for a moment then spoke again more quietly. "Take time to think it over. Talk between yourselves tonight. There will be no hard feelings at all if you decide against it. You have twenty four hours. If you accept a car will be sent for Emily tomorrow evening."

He signaled for the check, paid discreetly with a black card, and rose from the table. "The full details of the arrangement are in the envelope I left with the host. I will leave you two to discuss."

Richard Voss excused himself politely and walked out of the restaurant. Jake and I sat next to each other in heavy silence. The dessert plates sat half finished in front of us. My hands were shaking in my lap. My face still felt hot with humiliation. Jake's jaw was clenched tight and his eyes were full of anger and pain.

We stood up and made our way toward the door...the manager handed us an envelope as we left the restaurant. imwas shaking and overcome with emotions, and i started to cry. Jake put his arm around me to try to comfort me as we stepped out into the night.

The drive home was silent except for the occasional sniffle I couldn’t hold back. Jake kept one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around mine so tightly I could feel his pulse. When we finally stepped inside our small house, the weight of the evening crashed down on us. I kicked off my black heels and sank onto the couch. Jake paced the living room for a few minutes, then sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. We held each other like that for a long time, breathing together in the dark.

“I can’t believe that bastard,” Jake said finally, his voice rough. “He sat there talking about Tyler like he gave a damn, then drops that on us. Like you’re… something he can just buy for a month.”

Anger flared in my chest too. “I felt so cheap. So humiliated. The way he looked at me when he said it.” I buried my face against Jake’s shoulder. “But Jake… four hundred thousand. Plus the mortgage. Tyler could get the therapy. We could breathe again. No more late notices. No more watching Mom pretend she’s okay.”

We wrestled with it for hours that night. We got angry… angry at Voss for reducing me to a transaction, angry at the medical system that made this even a question, angry at ourselves for even considering it. We got sad. I cried against Jake’s chest while he stroked my hair, both of us grieving the innocence we were about to lose.

Then came the hope, fragile and flickering. We talked about what the money would mean: Tyler strong again, laughing, maybe going to college. Us sleeping without the constant knot of fear in our stomachs. A future.

Around two in the morning we made coffee and sat at the kitchen table with the unopened envelope. Jake’s hand shook slightly as he tore it open and spread the papers out. We read every line together, shoulders touching.

The contract was surprisingly clear and businesslike. It stated that all activities would be completely consensual. I had the right to end the arrangement at any time by simply requesting a car to take me home with no questions asked. The deal and payment would be cancelled the moment I left, but there would be no penalties or legal repercussions beyond that.

All food, clothing, toiletries, and personal items would be provided in abundance at Voss’s expense. I would have my own suite at the estate. Phone check-ins with Jake would be occur weekly - scheduled for every Tuesday at 6 p.m. On the thirtieth day, Jake could come pick me up himself. No further contact after that would be required.

Jake set the papers down and rubbed his face. “It’s written like a damn business deal. Safe words, exit rights, everything spelled out. But it’s still you… with him.”

I took his hands in mine. My voice was soft but steady. “I know. I hate this. But we both know we’re drowning. Tyler is getting worse every week. If we say no tonight, what are we choosing? More months of watching him fade while we lose everything? This is horrible, but it’s also the only door open right now.”

We talked until the sky lightened. We got angry again, then sad, then hopeful once more. We tried to frame it as a business decision… thirty days of my life for Tyler’s future and our family’s survival. It still felt like tearing something precious apart.

As the morning sun crept through the kitchen window, I turned to Jake and cupped his face. His eyes were red-rimmed. Mine were too.

“I need you to hear me,” I whispered. “I will be true to you. In my heart, every single day, I will be yours. I love you more than anything in this world. Nothing that happens there will touch what we have. I vow to you right now: I will never say or do anything that takes away from our love or our marriage. Not one word, not one moment. When I come home, I will still be your Emily. Your wife. Your best friend. This is thirty days. Our life together is forever.”

Jake’s eyes filled with tears. He pulled me close and kissed me fiercely, the kind of kiss that carried fear and love and desperation all at once. “I hate this,” he said against my lips. “But I love you. And I love Tyler. If we’re doing this, we do it together. No secrets. We decide as a team.” I nodded, forehead pressed to his. “Together. Always.”

We read the contract one more time. I made sure Jake understood every clause, that I truly had an exit at any moment, even if it meant walking away from the money. He asked me again if I was sure. I asked him the same. We sat with the decision in the quiet morning light, holding each other, letting the finality settle over us.

Then I picked up the pen.

I signed my name on the line, my hand only trembling a little. Jake signed as witness. We sealed the copies and placed them back in the envelope. I set it on the table by the door where the car would come for me that evening.

We spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms… crying, talking, making love with a tenderness that felt almost sacred. We whispered memories and future dreams. We reminded each other why we were doing this. When the clock edged toward evening, Jake helped me pack a small bag with a few personal things I wanted to bring, though the contract said everything would be provided.

As the sun began to set, we stood by the window holding each other tightly. The car would arrive soon.

“I’ll be counting the days,” Jake said, voice thick. “Every Friday at six. And on day thirty, I’m coming to get my wife.”

I kissed him softly. “I’ll be waiting. I love you.”
The headlights appeared at the curb. My stomach twisted, but I lifted my chin. We had made this choice together. For Tyler. For our future. For the life we refused to let slip away.

I picked up the envelope and walked toward the door, Jake’s hand in mine until the very last second. I got inside the car and looked at Jake as he closed the door. He looked like a part of him died inside and I started to sob as the car sped away.

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It was our ninth anniversary. Nine years since I promised myself to Paul forever. He was still my husband, my safe place, the man I loved more than life itself. I cooked his favorite meal, lit candles, played our song softly in the background. I wore the black dress he loved, the fabric stretching over my rounded pregnant belly.

After dinner I took his hand and led him to the living room. “Sit down, baby,” I whispered, kissing him with all the love in my heart. I used soft silk ties to bind his wrists to the chair arms and his ankles to the legs. He smiled, already getting excited.
“Kate, what is this?” he asked.

I cupped his face and kissed him deeply. “I love you so much, Paul. You are my everything. My heart. My forever. Promise me you will always love me no matter what. No matter what you see or hear tonight. Say it for me.”

“I promise,” he said, eyes full of pure love. “I will always love you, Kate. Nothing can change that.”
I smiled sweetly and pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang up, hard and eager. I stroked him a few times. “Remember I love you so much, my sweet Paul.”

I turned on the TV in front of him. The screen showed the live feed from the bedroom camera. For now it was just the empty bed. “I will be back later to check on you,” I said, kissing his forehead. “Just watch. And remember how much I love you.”

I went upstairs, heart racing with that sick, delicious mix of love and need. In the bedroom I turned the camera on fully and sat on the edge of the bed facing it.

“Paul, my sweet, perfect Paul. Nine years with you have been the best of my life. You make me feel safe and loved every single day. I never want to be without you. You are my home.”

The baby kicked. I pulled my dress up, exposing my swollen belly, and rubbed it slowly with both hands. “Look at our baby kicking. You are going to be such a wonderful father. So gentle and caring. This little one is so lucky to have you.”

Footsteps behind me. Marcus walked into frame, completely naked, his thick cock hanging heavy right next to my face. I kept looking straight at the camera, voice full of love, as I turned and kissed the head of his dick. My hand wrapped around his shaft and started stroking him.

“Paul, there is something I need to tell you. I have been hiding this for a long time.” Marcus slapped his heavy cock against my cheek. I kept stroking.

“I have been cheating on you. With Marcus. For months now. His cock is so much bigger and thicker than yours. It ruined me for anyone else.”
Marcus pushed forward and slid into my mouth. I sucked him wetly, sloppy noises filling the room as I tried to keep talking.

“Mmmph. He fucks me at work, in his car, in hotel rooms while I lied to you about client meetings. I come home to you with his cum still inside me. I kiss you goodnight with another man’s load in my married pussy.”

He pulled out, slapped my face with his wet cock, then spit on me. I gasped but kept my eyes on the camera. “Paul, I am so sorry. I love you so much. But my sick cunt needs this. It throbs every time I betray you.”

Marcus moved behind me, yanked my dress higher, and thrust his thick cock deep into my soaked pregnant pussy. I moaned loudly.
“Oh fuck. He is fucking me right now, Paul. Right in front of you on the screen. His cock is stretching your wife’s married cunt while I talk to you. Oh fuck, it feels so good. It is going to make me cum soon. I have been so wet all day thinking about this.”

He started pounding me harder. Wet, rhythmic slapping sounds mixed with my gasps.
“I love you, Paul. I really do. You are my heart. But I cannot stop. I am his freeuse slut now. He uses me whenever he wants. I let him fuck me bare every time. And Paul… the baby. It is not yours. It is Marcus’s. He knocked me up. You have been rubbing another man’s baby in my belly.”

My voice cracked with emotion even as pleasure built. I rubbed my bump while he fucked me.
“I am so sorry, my love. I hope you understand and forgive me. I never wanted to hurt you. But my body belongs to him. I cum so much harder knowing I am carrying his child. Please stay with me. Please accept me for the whore I am.”

Marcus pulled out suddenly, grabbed my hair, and shoved his cock back into my mouth. Gluck. Gluck. Gluck. Loud, sloppy throat-fucking sounds echoed as he forced himself deep. He spit on my face again and again while I gagged wetly around him.
He pulled out, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock, and moved behind me again. He slammed back into my pussy, fucking me even harder.

“Forgive me, Paul. I love you more than anything. I will always come home to you. But please. Marcus, cum in my married cunt. Fill me up while my husband watches. Breed your slut again.”
He pounded me relentlessly. I came hard, screaming, my pregnant belly shaking as my pussy clenched around him.

“Oh god, I am cumming on his cock, Paul. I am such a disgusting wife. I love cheating on you. I love being his freeuse whore. My sick cunt owns me now. Please stay. Live with us. Raise his baby with me. I need you. I love you so much.”

Marcus kept using me for a long time. He switched between my mouth and pussy, spitting on me, slapping my face and tits with his cock, fucking me in different positions while I kept confessing my love and my betrayal. I moaned and gasped through every filthy admission, my voice always laced with genuine love for Paul even as another man ruined me on camera.

After a full hour, covered in sweat and cum dripping down my thighs and over my pregnant belly, I stood up on shaky legs. I blew a kiss to the camera.

“I am coming down now, my love. Remember I love you so much.”

**Paul’s voice:**

I sit tied to the chair in our living room, heart racing with excitement as Kate finishes binding my wrists and ankles. She looks so loving, so beautiful with that pregnant belly. My cock is already hard when she pulls my pants down and strokes me. This feels like the start of something special for our ninth anniversary. I smile up at her, promising I will always love her no matter what.

She turns on the TV. The live feed from the bedroom shows her sitting on the edge of our bed, talking sweetly right into the camera. “Paul, my sweet, perfect Paul. Nine years with you have been the best of my life…” Her words warm my chest. She pulls up her dress, exposing her swollen belly, and rubs it as the baby kicks. I feel pure love watching her. My perfect wife. My Kate.

Then something moves behind her on the screen. A shadow. A shape. My eyes narrow, confused. What is that? It steps closer as she keeps speaking lovingly to me. Then I see it clearly. A naked man. Marcus. His thick cock hangs heavy right next to her face as he stands beside her. What the fuck???

My stomach drops like a stone. Kate does not stop talking to me. She does not even look away from the camera. Then something happens I will never forget…While still speaking those loving words straight to me she turns her head just enough and casually kissed and licked the head of his cock. “You are my home,” she says to me as her lips press softly against his dick. She keeps her eyes locked on the camera the whole time.

This cannot be happening. My chest tightens like a vice. I yank hard against the silk ties, tears instantly burning my eyes. My sweet wife just kissed another man’s cock while telling me she loves me. It is sick. It is twisted. My mind reels in horror.

“Paul, there is something I need to tell you. I have been hiding this for a long time.” Her voice stays so warm and full of love. Then the words hit. “I have been cheating on you. With Marcus. For months now. His cock is so much bigger and thicker than yours. It ruined me for anyone else.” I start crying quietly, tears spilling down my cheeks. Those wet, sloppy sucking noises fill the room as she takes him into her mouth right now on the screen. She is talking around his dick. Horror floods me. Despair claws at my heart.

Marcus slaps his heavy cock across her cheek and spits on her. She gasps but keeps going. Then he moves behind her, yanks her dress up, and thrusts deep into her pregnant pussy. She moans loudly. “Oh fuck. He is fucking me right now, Paul. Right in front of you on the screen. His cock is stretching your wife’s married cunt while I talk to you. Oh fuck, it feels so good. It is going to make me cum soon. I have been so wet all day thinking about this.”

The wet slapping sounds of him pounding her echo loudly. She rubs her belly the whole time. I sob harder, tears streaming. My wife is getting fucked by another man right now while I am tied here watching. The pain rips through me. Something in me breaks at the sight of her pregnant body taking his cock.

“I love you, Paul. I really do. You are my heart. But I cannot stop. I am his freeuse slut now…” She keeps confessing as he rails her. Then the worst blow comes. “And Paul… the baby. It is not yours. It is Marcus’s. He knocked me up. You have been rubbing another man’s baby in my belly.”

No. Kate. My sweet Kate. It feels like she stabbed me right in the heart. I feel destroyed. I cry loudly now, loud broken sobs shaking my whole body. My stomach twists violently. All those nights I touched her belly thinking it was our baby. It is…his.

But even through the tears I cannot look away. Look at her. Look at my wife getting fucked so hard, her pregnant belly bouncing, her face twisted in pleasure while she stares at the camera and tells me she loves me. Im so hurt, humiliated, and… what the fuck…. Why am I turned on?? My cock is rock hard, throbbing painfully, leaking all over my thigh. Shame burns through me. How can I be hard right now? But I am.

I shamefully start humping the air, jerking my hips uselessly against the ties, desperate to touch my cock, desperate for any friction. I hate myself but I cannot stop.

She keeps talking through her moans and gasps. “I am so sorry, my love… But my body belongs to him. Please stay with me. Please accept me for the whore I am.” Marcus yanks her hair and forces his cock down her throat. Gluck. Gluck. Gluck. The disgusting throat-fucking sounds hit me like punches. He spits on her face repeatedly. Then he slams back into her pussy. “Forgive me, Paul… Marcus, cum in my married cunt. Fill me up while my husband watches.”

As he pounds her harder and she screams “Oh god, I am cumming on his cock, Paul. I am such a disgusting wife. I love cheating on you… My sick cunt owns me now… I love you so much,” the last piece inside me breaks completely. I accept it. All of it.

I will stay. I will raise his baby. I will love her like this.

“Yes,” I whisper hoarsely, eyes locked on the screen as Marcus groans and pumps a thick load deep into her married cunt. “Yes, Kate. I’ll stay.”
Thick ropes of cum shoot out of my untouched cock all over my stomach and chest as I watch her pregnant belly shake while she takes his seed. The shame and pleasure crash together and I keep whispering yes as my whole body shakes.

The feed goes dark. Footsteps come down the stairs. Kate appears, her black dress still hiked up around her waist, her pregnant belly and thighs glistening with Marcus’s cum. She sees the mess all over my stomach and chest and her eyes light up with soft relief and love.

She runs to me, cups my tear-streaked face in both hands, and kisses me deeply, passionately. Her lips taste of Marcus — salty, thick, familiar. I realize with a sick jolt that I have been tasting him on her for months. Every goodnight kiss, every “I love you” after she came home late. The flavor hits me and my spent cock twitches again.

“I love you,” I whisper against her mouth, voice raw and broken. “I love you so much, Kate. I always will. I accept you. I accept all of it.”

Marcus steps up behind her, still naked and hard. He casually rubs his heavy cock across her cheek and lips while we kiss. Kate moans softly into my mouth but keeps kissing me, stroking my hair tenderly.

“Thank you, my sweet Paul,” she breathes, eyes shining with happy tears. “Thank you for still loving me like this.”

We stay like that for a moment, emotional and raw. “What happens now?” I ask, voice trembling. “Are we still married? What’s next?”

Marcus starts rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy from behind. She gasps but answers me between soft moans, smiling with pure love.

“Yes, baby. We are still married. I want to live with you always. You are my heart, my safe place. Nothing changes that” she said as Marcus pushed his cock inside her slowly. She moans louder but keeps her eyes on me. “Oh fuck yes… I… I… want us to raise Marcus’s baby together. You will be such a good father to him. I know it.”

Marcus was fucking her harder now, slow deep strokes that made her pregnant body rock against me. Wet sounds fill the room as she tries to keep talking, voice sweet and happy even while getting fucked like a whore.

“I need you here with us, Paul. I love you so much it hurts. Marcus will always have free use of me. Whenever he wants, wherever he wants. You can’t stand between that… but you will always be my husband. My forever.”

She kisses me again, deeper, as Marcus picks up speed. Her moans mix with loving words. “Thank you for accepting me as the whore I am. I’m so happy. We’re going to be okay. I love you… I love you so much.”

I look into her eyes, tasting Marcus on her tongue, watching her get fucked right in front of me while she promises me forever. It is sick. It is beautiful. It is everything now.

“I love you too, Kate,” I whisper, voice full of emotion. “I’m staying. I’m yours. We’ll make this work.”

She smiled brightly through the gasps and moans, her hand gently stroking my cum-covered chest as Marcus keeps using her pregnant body. “I’m his property, Paul. Oh fuck I’m going to cum on his dick right in front of you… fuck I can’t believe you are okay with this” as her body started convulsing and shaking. “Tell me I’m disgusting, Paul”.

Our twisted, loving family begins.

I was in a deep sleep and dreaming. We were on our honeymoon again… there was the tiny rented bungalow and the beautiful turquoise water. He was smiling at me the way he did in those early days, pure love in his eyes. We were laughing, chasing each other in the shallow waves like kids. He caught me, spun me around, and kissed me deeply. It felt safe. It felt like home.

“I miss you, Emily,” dream-Jake whispered against my lips. “Come back to me soon.” I kissed him harder… but something shifted. My loving smile grew wicked. I pushed him down onto the warm sand and straddled him, grinding my bare pussy against his thigh with shameless hunger. He looked surprised, but I acted like a woman possessed and I didn’t stop. I felt different. Bolder. Filthier. New.

“You love me, right?” I asked, my voice sounding sweeter than it should. “Even if I’m a little bad?”
Jake nodded, but his face started to blur. I kept rolling my hips, leaving a wet streak on his skin. “Baby… I have to fuck other men for a while,” I heard myself say casually. “But it’s okay… it’s just my body. My filthy cunt needs it. You understand, don’t you?”

He looked hurt, but I only got wetter. In the dream I smiled down at him, almost tenderly, while I reached between my legs and fingered myself right in front of him. “It feels so good when they stretch me, Jake. When they call me a married whore and fill me up. I think I’m going to need it even after the thirty days…”

The dream shifted again. Now I was on all fours in the sand while an unseen man fucked me hard from behind. Jake sat a few feet away, watching with tears in his eyes. Instead of stopping, I moaned louder and pushed back onto the other man’s thick cock.

“Look at me, baby,” I gasped, smiling at my husband even as my eyes rolled with pleasure. “This is who I’m becoming. Your sweet Emily… I’m turning into a limitless slut. Doesn’t it make you hard seeing me like this?” The pleasure was rising and I was on the edge of cumming violently. Suddenly, I awoke.

My eyes flew open with a sharp gasp. My thighs were soaked. I looked down, there was Voss’ cum… thick, warm, and still leaking from my well-fucked pussy, dripping onto the silk sheets beneath me. My clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

For a long moment I just lay there, chest heaving, the dream still clinging to me like smoke. The worst part wasn’t the cheating… it was how good it felt. How natural I sounded saying those awful things to Jake’s face while I got railed. How much my sleeping mind had enjoyed betraying him.

Fresh guilt twisted in my stomach, but it mixed with something darker and hotter. My hand drifted between my legs again before I could stop myself. I scooped Voss’s leaking cum onto my fingers and rubbed it over my swollen clit in slow, shameful circles. God… what is wrong with me?

I yanked my hand away, breathing hard. I’m changing. Something inside me is breaking… and part of me likes it.

The guilt was crushing. My chest felt tight, my stomach twisted, and my eyes kept filling with tears. I curled up naked under the silk sheets, whispering apologies to Jake that no one would ever hear.

The door opened quietly. Sophia stepped inside wearing nothing but her black collar, her full breasts swaying as she walked. She looked at me with soft, understanding eyes and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Morning, sweetheart,” she said gently, reaching out to stroke my hair. “You look like you’ve been crying. Let me guess… you’re remembering how much you loved it last night. How you came like a whore while saying all those terrible things.”

I nodded, a fresh wave of shame washing over me. My voice cracked. “It felt like it wasn’t even me. I said such awful things about Jake… about our marriage. I sounded disgusting. I enjoyed it. What’s wrong with me?” Sophia pulled me into her arms, pressing my face against her soft, warm breasts. She held me tenderly, stroking my back as I trembled.

“Nothing is wrong with you, Emily. You’re just waking up to the truth. Daddy’s away this morning on business, but he left clear instructions. He wants me to give you a proper training session while he’s gone.” She kissed the top of my head. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.”

She helped me out of bed, her touch gentle but firm. I was still sniffling with guilt when she led me into the sitting room. The restraints from yesterday were still attached to the floor. Sophia guided me down onto my knees, then bent me forward until my chest and face were pressed against the cool marble. She spread my legs wide and secured my ankles to the floor rings, then pulled my wrists back and locked them to the same anchors, leaving me folded helplessly in the fully exposed position.

I thought of Jake again… his kind eyes, the way he held me the day I left… and the guilt slammed into me like a wave. I blinked and a silent tear streamed down my cheek.

Sophia noticed immediately. She knelt beside me and rubbed my back soothingly. “Shhh. I know. Thinking about him hurts right now. But the sick pleasure is going to make it feel better soon… It always does. Just trust me and I’ll show you.”

She wheeled a heavy fuck machine into place behind me. The machine had a long, thick, veiny dildo attached to a metal rod. When turned on, the machine would relentlessly fuck my cunt until someone turned it off. I was whimpering and nervous. Sophia positioned the dildo and pressed it against my already wet entrance until it sank inside me with a slow, filthy squelch. I whimpered as it filled my sloppy cum-filled cunt.

Sophia turned the fuck machine on its lowest setting… just a gentle, rolling thrust that made my walls flutter around the thick shaft. Not enough to make me cum, but more than enough to keep me aching and dripping.

“There we go,” she murmured, stroking my ass affectionately. “Nice and slow. Let it work on you. I’ll be back in a little while… once your mind is ready for me to take control of it.”

She leaned down, brushed my hair aside, and whispered hotly against my ear: “While I’m gone, every time the guilt hits you, I want you to focus on how full your cunt feels. I’m going to teach you to turn your guilt into thick cream, Emily. Be a good girl.”

Sophia looked in my eyes and gave me a slow and seductive kiss. I felt her tongue invade my lips as it flickered inside my mouth flooding my mind with fresh emotions and curious feelings - and another fresh gush of beautiful wetness between my legs.

She looked at me again as our open mouths broke away and gave me a seductive smile before she stood up and walked out… leaving me alone, bound, and filled by the fucking machine. The room echoed with the wet, rhythmic sounds of my own dripping cunt being slowly fucked. I whispered Jake’s name under my breath … even as my hips started to twitch and push back against the machine’s steady thrusts.

Sophia returned about 20 minutes later and paused in the doorway, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips.

I must have looked completely broken. My eyes were glassy and unfocused, cheeks flushed, mouth slightly open as I panted. A long, thick strand of my creamy arousal stretched from my pussy lips all the way down to the marble floor, swaying with every thrust of the machine. The fuck machine continued its slow but steady work, thrusting the dildo in and out of me, keeping me right on the edge without mercy.

When I saw Sophia return, a desperate whimper escaped me. “Please…” I begged, in a weak and broken voice. “Please make me cum, Sophia… I can’t take it anymore…” Sophia walked over to me slowly, stroking my hair like a proud owner. Her voice was warm, seductive, and full of dark delight.

Doesn’t that feel good, Emily?” she purred, circling me like a predator while I was being pumped with the dildo. “We’re going to train your mind today. Every time the guilt tries to hurt you, that sick cunt of yours is going to learn to just get wetter instead.”

She reached under me and began to gently rub my swollen clit in time with the machine’s thrusts. Her touch was like an expert, teasing, building the heat without allowing me cum. “Repeat after me, Emily…. Guilt makes my sick cunt throb.”

“Guilt… it makes my sick cunt throb…” I moaned, hips twitching uselessly in the restraints. “Good girl.” Sophia’s voice dropped, becoming silkier and meaner. “Guilt is your new foreplay. The worse you feel about Jake, the harder you should get fucked. Say it.”

“The worse I feel about Jake… the harder I should get fucked…” The machine clicked up a notch. The thrusts grew faster, heavier. Sophia leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear

“Look at you… your guilt is turning into pleasure now, isn’t it? Now, I want you to imagine that Jake was watching you last night… watching you get bent over and used like a whore, while Daddy’s huge cock used your married pussy. Imagine he heard you beg for another man’s cock to ruin your marriage… Right now in this moment, does that thought give you pleasure… or pain?”

I moaned pathetically, hips twitching against the machine. The image burned in my mind and made my cunt throb even harder. “Mmmm Pleasure…” I gasped. “It feels so fucking good… Please make me cum, Sophia… I need it…”

Sophia’s smile turned cruel as she looked down at me, but she kept the machine running, its thick dildo continuing to thrust deep into my sloppy, greedy cunt with wet, rhythmic sounds. “Not yet, slut. You don’t get to cum until you’ve earned it. If you want to cum, tell me you want to be brainwashed.”

“Please brainwash me, Sophia,” I begged, voice shaking with desperate need. “I just want to feel good. Make me like you.”

Sophia slowly fingered her own dripping cunt, her eyes dark with lust. “Good girl. Let’s start simple… Say it: The more I betray Jake, the wetter I get.”

“The more I betray Jake… the wetter I fucking get…” I moaned, hips twitching. With every repetition Sophia gradually increased the speed of the machine, the heavy thrusts slamming deeper, harder. Her voice dropped into a low, seductive purr. “Again. I love being a filthy cheating wife.”

“I love… being a filthy cheating wife…”
The pleasure was melting my mind. Sophia smiled wickedly, then pulled her glistening fingers free and knelt in front of me. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, lifted my head, and pressed her hot, soaked pussy firmly against my mouth, smothering me in her sweet, slippery folds.

“Keep going, baby,” she purred, rolling her hips slowly so her clit rubbed across my lips and tongue. “Muffled. I want to feel every filthy word vibrating right against my cunt while you worship me.”

My lips were sealed tight against her dripping sex as I struggled to obey, the words coming out wet, muffled, and broken between desperate licks.
“Mmmph… Daddy’s cock owns this married pussy …”

I licked long and slow, sucking her swollen clit as the machine pounded me relentlessly.
Sophia moaned softly, grinding a little harder. “Good girl… next one..”

“I was made… to be a cheating whore…” I gasped into her pussy, the words slurred and vibrating against her slick flesh as my tongue pushed inside her. My face was already shiny with her juices.
Her breathing grew heavier, more seductive. “Yes… feel how wet that makes me? One more, my little slut. Make it darker.”

“I get soaked… thinking about ruining my marriage for cock…” The words came out muffled and shaky, half lost in sloppy, hungry licks as I devoured her. My mind was spinning, the machine driving me closer and closer to the edge.

Sophia’s voice turned thick with twisted pleasure as she rode my face more aggressively, smearing her wetness across my lips and nose. “We’re both sick sluts, Emily… addicted to betrayal. We’re going to worship Daddy’s cock together… and we’re going to get off on ruining Jake. Maybe he’ll even end up the way my husband did…”

The dark, twisted words hit me like a lightning strike. My entire body suddenly locked up. A violent, shattering orgasm exploded through me. I screamed wildly into Sophia’s cunt, the sound muffled and vibrating hard against her clit as I squirted violently for the first time.

Powerful, hot jets gushed out around the thrusting dildo, soaking the machine and the marble floor while my body convulsed uncontrollably. My screams of pleasure and shame poured directly into her pussy as wave after wave ripped through me.

Sophia cried out in delight, grinding down hard and cumming on my face at the same time, flooding my mouth with her sweet release.

Sophia stayed seated on my face for what felt like an eternity, slowly grinding her dripping pussy against my tongue while soft, satisfied moans spilled from her lips.

I licked and sucked greedily, swallowing every drop of her sweet release as my own body continued to flutter and spasm around the thick dildo still buried deep inside me. The machine had slowed to a lazy, shallow thrust, just enough to keep me aching and leaking but nowhere near enough to satisfy.

When she finally lifted off, my face was shiny and slick with her juices. She looked down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, and a proud, almost loving smile on her lips. “My perfect little slut,” she purred, leaning down to kiss me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hand stroked my hair tenderly as she reached over and powered down the fuck machine, leaving the veiny dildo lodged inside my fluttering cunt.

She released my restraints one by one. My limbs were shaky and weak as she helped me up and guided me to the massive bed. We collapsed together onto the cool silk sheets, our naked bodies tangling instantly.

Sophia spooned me from behind, pressing her soft, full breasts against my back. One arm wrapped around my waist while her other hand lazily caressed my soaked, throbbing pussy.For a few long, hazy minutes I floated in the warm afterglow, her fingers gently tracing my swollen folds.

Then as the fever of sex slowly faded, guilt crashed over me again like a cold wave. Jake… God, Jake. His smile from the dream, the way he’d whispered how much he missed me. Fresh tears stung my eyes and my chest tightened painfully. I let out a soft, broken sob.

Sophia shushed me gently, nuzzling into my neck and pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along my skin. “There it is,” she whispered seductively, her breath hot against my ear. “Don’t fight it, baby. Let it hurt… and then let it make you wetter.” Her fingers began to move with deliberate, teasing slowness… gliding up and down my slippery slit, occasionally circling my sensitive clit with feather-light touches.

“Rub with me. Keep this slutty cunt nice and creamy. Every time you feel guilty, I want you dripping even more.”

I whimpered pathetically but obeyed, rocking my hips in tiny movements against her skilled fingers. The shame burned… and the burn only made my pussy clench and leak more. Sophia reached for the remote and pressed a button. The large TV on the wall came to life. “Watch this with me, sweetheart.”

The video began. It was raw, intimate, and devastatingly erotic. Sophia’s former husband Michael stood in the middle of the living room, looking shattered. His eyes were already red-rimmed as he watched his wife… his Sophia -drop to her knees in front of Voss. She was glowing with lust, completely naked except for her sleek black collar. She looked up at Voss with pure adoration before taking his enormous cock into her mouth with a long, wet moan. The wet sucking sounds filled the room as she worshipped him shamelessly.

“You don’t have to do this,” Michael begged, voice cracking. “We can leave right now. The debt is paid.” Voss smirked and gripped Sophia’s hair tighter, sliding deeper down her throat. Sophia pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock. She looked back at her husband with a wicked, broken smile that made my stomach twist.

“I’m not leaving here, Michael. I belong to Daddy now. His cock owns me deeper than you ever could.” Then she dove back down, taking every inch with practiced ease while her fingers frantically rubbed her dripping pussy.

Beside me, Sophia moaned softly at the memory and slid two fingers deep into my cunt, curling them slowly. I gasped, hips jerking. My own hand found my clit and started rubbing in tight, needy circles.

The camera lingered on Michael’s face as he broke …tears streaming down, shoulders slumping in defeat as he sank to his knees. But Sophia only grew more frantic, moaning like a whore around Voss’s cock while she came hard just from the act of destroying her marriage in front of him.

“Fuck…” I breathed, my pussy gushing around Sophia’s fingers. The guilt was unbearable, but it made my clit throb so hard it almost hurt.
Sophia kissed my neck, her voice low and velvet-smooth. “Look how wet you’re getting, Emily. Keep edging that pretty cunt for me. This is going to be you and Jake soon… and it’s going to make you cum just as hard as I did.”

We stayed like that for a long time… tangled together on the bed, slowly fingering and edging each other while the video played. Every time I got close, Sophia would slow her fingers or pull them away, whispering filthy encouragements. “Not yet, baby. Let the guilt build. Let it make you desperate.”

By the time the video ended, Sophia was screaming in orgasm on Voss’s cock while Michael watched helplessly… we were both trembling, our inner thighs shiny with arousal, pussies swollen and aching.

The door opened and Voss stepped inside, tall and commanding, his presence instantly filling the room. His eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight of us… his two flushed, naked, dripping-wet girls still playing with each other’s cunts.

“Beautiful,” he rumbled, voice deep and seductive. He slowly unbuckled his belt as he approached the bed. “It’s almost time for your check-in call with Jake, Emily. Let’s prepare that pussy properly.”

He stopped right in front of me. I looked up at him, heart pounding with nervous excitement at the thought of hearing Jake’s voice again. For one innocent second, I forgot where I was. “Daddy… please, can I have some privacy for the call?” I asked softly.

His lips curved into a dark smile. He reached down and squeezed my soaked mound together, then slowly allowed his thick fingers to slide through my folds and rubbing slow, delicious circles over my clit. “No, little whore. All of your calls happen with me in the room. This cunt is mine now - you won’t hide anything from me.”

I whimpered in disappointment, but the sound quickly melted into a long, slutty moan as he pushed two thick fingers inside me, stretching me open. My hips rolled up greedily, fucking myself on his hand like a needy bitch.

Voss pulled his massive, heavy cock free. It throbbed in front of our faces, thick veins pulsing. Sophia and I moved together instinctively, pressing our lips and tongues along his length. Together, we worshipped him slowly, seductively… long, wet licks from base to tip, sucking on his heavy balls, taking turns sliding him deep into our throats while making soft, obscene sounds. Saliva dripped down our chins as we worked.

While we sucked, Sophia gave him a detailed, breathy rundown of the morning’s training between licks and kisses. “She cried for Jake at first… then begged me to brainwash her while the machine fucked her sloppy cunt. She came so hard screaming about ruining her marriage for your cock, Daddy.”

Voss groaned in pleasure, his hand resting on the back of my head as I bobbed on his beautiful cock head. “Such a good girl already.” He looked down at me, eyes burning. “Do you want me to use this cunt after the call, Emily?”

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned around his cock, the words vibrating along his shaft. “Please…”

He smiled, slow and predatory. “Good girl. Then I’ll give you a choice.” He pulled us off his cock and stroked our cheeks tenderly, his voice low and seductive. “You can sit on my lap during the call with every thick inch of my cock buried deep inside your married pussy… or you can take the call by yourself. But if you choose alone, you stay empty all night. No cock. No fucking. Just that aching, needy little hole.”

The guilt hit me like a punch to the stomach. Jake’s trusting voice… while I sat impaled on the man who was stealing me. Tears pricked my eyes even as Voss’s fingers continued their slow, torturous rubbing between my legs, keeping me right on the edge. The shame was crushing… it made me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

I bit my lip, trembling with conflict, my hips helplessly grinding against his hand. Sophia kissed my neck softly, whispering, “It’s okay to be disgusting, baby. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

My voice came out small, shaky, and dripping with shame. “I… I choose to be filled. I want your cock inside me while I talk to him. Please, Voss… I want to please you and be your disgusting whore during the call.”

Voss’s eyes gleamed with dark triumph. “That’s my good girl. Now climb on my lap and sink that cheating cunt down on every inch. Let’s greet your husband while you’re stuffed full of the cock that owns you.”

Voss sat on the edge of the bed, his thick, veiny cock standing rigid and ready. I straddled his lap facing away from him, legs shaking. Reaching between my thighs, I wrapped my fingers around his massive shaft, feeling it throb hotly in my palm. I guided the fat head to my soaked entrance and slowly sank down, whimpering as he stretched my married pussy wide open. Inch after thick inch disappeared inside me until I was fully impaled, my ass pressed tight against his thighs, my cunt fluttering and creaming around every veiny inch.

We dialed Jake’s phone number into the phone and hit send. The phone began to ring.

Voss turned my head to the side and kissed me hungrily, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. For a few filthy seconds I melted… sucking on his tongue, moaning softly while my hips rolled in slow, needy circles, grinding my dripping cunt up and down his cock. Then Jake’s voice came through the speaker.

“Emily? Baby, are you there?”

I tore my lips away from Voss with a gasp, heart hammering.

“I-I’m h-here, Jake,” I managed, my voice already breathy and uneven. Voss’s veiny dick stayed mostly still inside me at first, but was buried balls deep in my soaked pussy.

Jake sounded so relieved to finally talk to me. “God, sweetheart, I’ve been dying to hear your voice. I keep thinking about you every second. Are you okay? You sound a little out of breath… is something going on?”

“I-I’m… I’m f-fine, babe,” I stammered, my words already struggling. Voss gave one slow, seductive push, grinding his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside me. A tiny whimper escaped before I could stop it.

Jake’s concern sharpened. “You don’t sound fine. Your voice keeps catching. Baby, talk to me. Is something happening right now? Are you safe?”
Voss pushed his hips upward again in another slow thrust, moving his thick cock inside my dripping cunt. My pussy clenched hard around him.

“I-I’m okay… r-really,” I breathed, fighting to speak clearly. My voice was growing softer, shakier.
Jake paused, then pressed gently but insistently. “Emily… is Voss in the room with you right now?”
My heart slammed against my ribs. Voss gave another slow, deep push.

“Y-yes,” I whispered.

Jake’s voice grew tighter. “Is he close by? Is he right there with you while we’re talking?”
Voss answered with two slow, teasing thrusts, each one pressing his massive cock deeper. My thighs trembled violently.

“He’s… he’s v-very close,” I stammered, my words fracturing.

Jake sounded increasingly worried, his questions laced with dread. “Babe… is something happening? I can hear it in your voice. You keep pausing and breathing funny. Please tell me what’s going on. I know something isn’t right. Talk to me, Emily. I’m your husband… You can tell me anything.”

Voss kept those slow, seductive movements going, his thick cock massaging every soaked inch of my pussy. I was dripping down his shaft, my juices making soft, wet little sounds with every tiny roll of his hips.

Tears stung my eyes. My voice came out broken and trembling. “He’s… he’s inside me, Jake,” I confessed in a shaky, ashamed whisper. “His c-cock is buried deep in my pussy right now… while I’m talking to you. I’m so s-sorry…”

A devastated silence stretched across the line. When Jake finally spoke, his voice was raw with pain. “Emily… no. Baby, please. This doesn’t have to happen. I love you. We can stop this right now.”
“I love you, Jake,” I gasped, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I still love you s-so much…”

Voss’s self control finally snapped. His hands gripped my hips hard and he started fucking me with deep, powerful strokes. The wet, filthy slap-slap-slap sounds of his balls smacking against my soaked cunt suddenly filled the room.

My voice broke into a needy moan as the hard fucking began. “I-I have to g-go, Jake-ahh!”
Jake started pleading immediately. “Emily, please, I love you, don’t hang up. Stay with me, baby. Please…”

Another loud, shameless moan tore from my throat as Voss pounded my dripping pussy without mercy. The sharp, rhythmic slapping sounds echoed loudly. My words dissolved into broken, moaning gasps.

“I l-love you… ohh fuck…” I cried out, voice wrecked with pleasure. My fingers fumbled forward, grabbing the phone and ended the call.

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I was in a deep sleep and dreaming. We were on our honeymoon again… there was the tiny rented bungalow and the beautiful turquoise water. He was smiling at me the way he did in those early days, pure love in his eyes. We were laughing, chasing each other in the shallow waves like kids. He caught me, spun me around, and kissed me deeply. It felt safe. It felt like home.

“I miss you, Emily,” dream-Jake whispered against my lips. “Come back to me soon.” I kissed him harder… but something shifted. My loving smile grew wicked. I pushed him down onto the warm sand and straddled him, grinding my bare pussy against his thigh with shameless hunger. He looked surprised, but I acted like a woman possessed and I didn’t stop. I felt different. Bolder. Filthier. New.

“You love me, right?” I asked, my voice sounding sweeter than it should. “Even if I’m a little bad?”
Jake nodded, but his face started to blur. I kept rolling my hips, leaving a wet streak on his skin. “Baby… I have to fuck other men for a while,” I heard myself say casually. “But it’s okay… it’s just my body. My filthy cunt needs it. You understand, don’t you?”

He looked hurt, but I only got wetter. In the dream I smiled down at him, almost tenderly, while I reached between my legs and fingered myself right in front of him. “It feels so good when they stretch me, Jake. When they call me a married whore and fill me up. I think I’m going to need it even after the thirty days…”

The dream shifted again. Now I was on all fours in the sand while an unseen man fucked me hard from behind. Jake sat a few feet away, watching with tears in his eyes. Instead of stopping, I moaned louder and pushed back onto the other man’s thick cock.

“Look at me, baby,” I gasped, smiling at my husband even as my eyes rolled with pleasure. “This is who I’m becoming. Your sweet Emily… I’m turning into a limitless slut. Doesn’t it make you hard seeing me like this?” The pleasure was rising and I was on the edge of cumming violently. Suddenly, I awoke.

My eyes flew open with a sharp gasp. My thighs were soaked. I looked down, there was Voss’ cum… thick, warm, and still leaking from my well-fucked pussy, dripping onto the silk sheets beneath me. My clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

For a long moment I just lay there, chest heaving, the dream still clinging to me like smoke. The worst part wasn’t the cheating… it was how good it felt. How natural I sounded saying those awful things to Jake’s face while I got railed. How much my sleeping mind had enjoyed betraying him.

Fresh guilt twisted in my stomach, but it mixed with something darker and hotter. My hand drifted between my legs again before I could stop myself. I scooped Voss’s leaking cum onto my fingers and rubbed it over my swollen clit in slow, shameful circles. God… what is wrong with me?

I yanked my hand away, breathing hard. I’m changing. Something inside me is breaking… and part of me likes it.

The guilt was crushing. My chest felt tight, my stomach twisted, and my eyes kept filling with tears. I curled up naked under the silk sheets, whispering apologies to Jake that no one would ever hear.

The door opened quietly. Sophia stepped inside wearing nothing but her black collar, her full breasts swaying as she walked. She looked at me with soft, understanding eyes and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Morning, sweetheart,” she said gently, reaching out to stroke my hair. “You look like you’ve been crying. Let me guess… you’re remembering how much you loved it last night. How you came like a whore while saying all those terrible things.”

I nodded, a fresh wave of shame washing over me. My voice cracked. “It felt like it wasn’t even me. I said such awful things about Jake… about our marriage. I sounded disgusting. I enjoyed it. What’s wrong with me?” Sophia pulled me into her arms, pressing my face against her soft, warm breasts. She held me tenderly, stroking my back as I trembled.

“Nothing is wrong with you, Emily. You’re just waking up to the truth. Daddy’s away this morning on business, but he left clear instructions. He wants me to give you a proper training session while he’s gone.” She kissed the top of my head. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.”

She helped me out of bed, her touch gentle but firm. I was still sniffling with guilt when she led me into the sitting room. The restraints from yesterday were still attached to the floor. Sophia guided me down onto my knees, then bent me forward until my chest and face were pressed against the cool marble. She spread my legs wide and secured my ankles to the floor rings, then pulled my wrists back and locked them to the same anchors, leaving me folded helplessly in the fully exposed position.

I thought of Jake again… his kind eyes, the way he held me the day I left… and the guilt slammed into me like a wave. I blinked and a silent tear streamed down my cheek.

Sophia noticed immediately. She knelt beside me and rubbed my back soothingly. “Shhh. I know. Thinking about him hurts right now. But the sick pleasure is going to make it feel better soon… It always does. Just trust me and I’ll show you.”

She wheeled a heavy fuck machine into place behind me. The machine had a long, thick, veiny dildo attached to a metal rod. When turned on, the machine would relentlessly fuck my cunt until someone turned it off. I was whimpering and nervous. Sophia positioned the dildo and pressed it against my already wet entrance until it sank inside me with a slow, filthy squelch. I whimpered as it filled my sloppy cum-filled cunt.

Sophia turned the fuck machine on its lowest setting… just a gentle, rolling thrust that made my walls flutter around the thick shaft. Not enough to make me cum, but more than enough to keep me aching and dripping.

“There we go,” she murmured, stroking my ass affectionately. “Nice and slow. Let it work on you. I’ll be back in a little while… once your mind is ready for me to take control of it.”

She leaned down, brushed my hair aside, and whispered hotly against my ear: “While I’m gone, every time the guilt hits you, I want you to focus on how full your cunt feels. I’m going to teach you to turn your guilt into thick cream, Emily. Be a good girl.”

Sophia looked in my eyes and gave me a slow and seductive kiss. I felt her tongue invade my lips as it flickered inside my mouth flooding my mind with fresh emotions and curious feelings - and another fresh gush of beautiful wetness between my legs.

She looked at me again as our open mouths broke away and gave me a seductive smile before she stood up and walked out… leaving me alone, bound, and filled by the fucking machine. The room echoed with the wet, rhythmic sounds of my own dripping cunt being slowly fucked. I whispered Jake’s name under my breath … even as my hips started to twitch and push back against the machine’s steady thrusts.

Sophia returned about 20 minutes later and paused in the doorway, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips.

I must have looked completely broken. My eyes were glassy and unfocused, cheeks flushed, mouth slightly open as I panted. A long, thick strand of my creamy arousal stretched from my pussy lips all the way down to the marble floor, swaying with every thrust of the machine. The fuck machine continued its slow but steady work, thrusting the dildo in and out of me, keeping me right on the edge without mercy.

When I saw Sophia return, a desperate whimper escaped me. “Please…” I begged, in a weak and broken voice. “Please make me cum, Sophia… I can’t take it anymore…” Sophia walked over to me slowly, stroking my hair like a proud owner. Her voice was warm, seductive, and full of dark delight.

Doesn’t that feel good, Emily?” she purred, circling me like a predator while I was being pumped with the dildo. “We’re going to train your mind today. Every time the guilt tries to hurt you, that sick cunt of yours is going to learn to just get wetter instead.”

She reached under me and began to gently rub my swollen clit in time with the machine’s thrusts. Her touch was like an expert, teasing, building the heat without allowing me cum. “Repeat after me, Emily…. Guilt makes my sick cunt throb.”

“Guilt… it makes my sick cunt throb…” I moaned, hips twitching uselessly in the restraints. “Good girl.” Sophia’s voice dropped, becoming silkier and meaner. “Guilt is your new foreplay. The worse you feel about Jake, the harder you should get fucked. Say it.”

“The worse I feel about Jake… the harder I should get fucked…” The machine clicked up a notch. The thrusts grew faster, heavier. Sophia leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear

“Look at you… your guilt is turning into pleasure now, isn’t it? Now, I want you to imagine that Jake was watching you last night… watching you get bent over and used like a whore, while Daddy’s huge cock used your married pussy. Imagine he heard you beg for another man’s cock to ruin your marriage… Right now in this moment, does that thought give you pleasure… or pain?”

I moaned pathetically, hips twitching against the machine. The image burned in my mind and made my cunt throb even harder. “Mmmm Pleasure…” I gasped. “It feels so fucking good… Please make me cum, Sophia… I need it…”

Sophia’s smile turned cruel as she looked down at me, but she kept the machine running, its thick dildo continuing to thrust deep into my sloppy, greedy cunt with wet, rhythmic sounds. “Not yet, slut. You don’t get to cum until you’ve earned it. If you want to cum, tell me you want to be brainwashed.”

“Please brainwash me, Sophia,” I begged, voice shaking with desperate need. “I just want to feel good. Make me like you.”

Sophia slowly fingered her own dripping cunt, her eyes dark with lust. “Good girl. Let’s start simple… Say it: The more I betray Jake, the wetter I get.”

“The more I betray Jake… the wetter I fucking get…” I moaned, hips twitching. With every repetition Sophia gradually increased the speed of the machine, the heavy thrusts slamming deeper, harder. Her voice dropped into a low, seductive purr. “Again. I love being a filthy cheating wife.”

“I love… being a filthy cheating wife…”
The pleasure was melting my mind. Sophia smiled wickedly, then pulled her glistening fingers free and knelt in front of me. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, lifted my head, and pressed her hot, soaked pussy firmly against my mouth, smothering me in her sweet, slippery folds.

“Keep going, baby,” she purred, rolling her hips slowly so her clit rubbed across my lips and tongue. “Muffled. I want to feel every filthy word vibrating right against my cunt while you worship me.”

My lips were sealed tight against her dripping sex as I struggled to obey, the words coming out wet, muffled, and broken between desperate licks.
“Mmmph… Daddy’s cock owns this married pussy …”

I licked long and slow, sucking her swollen clit as the machine pounded me relentlessly.
Sophia moaned softly, grinding a little harder. “Good girl… next one..”

“I was made… to be a cheating whore…” I gasped into her pussy, the words slurred and vibrating against her slick flesh as my tongue pushed inside her. My face was already shiny with her juices.
Her breathing grew heavier, more seductive. “Yes… feel how wet that makes me? One more, my little slut. Make it darker.”

“I get soaked… thinking about ruining my marriage for cock…” The words came out muffled and shaky, half lost in sloppy, hungry licks as I devoured her. My mind was spinning, the machine driving me closer and closer to the edge.

Sophia’s voice turned thick with twisted pleasure as she rode my face more aggressively, smearing her wetness across my lips and nose. “We’re both sick sluts, Emily… addicted to betrayal. We’re going to worship Daddy’s cock together… and we’re going to get off on ruining Jake. Maybe he’ll even end up the way my husband did…”

The dark, twisted words hit me like a lightning strike. My entire body suddenly locked up. A violent, shattering orgasm exploded through me. I screamed wildly into Sophia’s cunt, the sound muffled and vibrating hard against her clit as I squirted violently for the first time.

Powerful, hot jets gushed out around the thrusting dildo, soaking the machine and the marble floor while my body convulsed uncontrollably. My screams of pleasure and shame poured directly into her pussy as wave after wave ripped through me.

Sophia cried out in delight, grinding down hard and cumming on my face at the same time, flooding my mouth with her sweet release.

Sophia stayed seated on my face for what felt like an eternity, slowly grinding her dripping pussy against my tongue while soft, satisfied moans spilled from her lips.

I licked and sucked greedily, swallowing every drop of her sweet release as my own body continued to flutter and spasm around the thick dildo still buried deep inside me. The machine had slowed to a lazy, shallow thrust, just enough to keep me aching and leaking but nowhere near enough to satisfy.

When she finally lifted off, my face was shiny and slick with her juices. She looked down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, and a proud, almost loving smile on her lips. “My perfect little slut,” she purred, leaning down to kiss me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hand stroked my hair tenderly as she reached over and powered down the fuck machine, leaving the veiny dildo lodged inside my fluttering cunt.

She released my restraints one by one. My limbs were shaky and weak as she helped me up and guided me to the massive bed. We collapsed together onto the cool silk sheets, our naked bodies tangling instantly.

Sophia spooned me from behind, pressing her soft, full breasts against my back. One arm wrapped around my waist while her other hand lazily caressed my soaked, throbbing pussy.For a few long, hazy minutes I floated in the warm afterglow, her fingers gently tracing my swollen folds.

Then as the fever of sex slowly faded, guilt crashed over me again like a cold wave. Jake… God, Jake. His smile from the dream, the way he’d whispered how much he missed me. Fresh tears stung my eyes and my chest tightened painfully. I let out a soft, broken sob.

Sophia shushed me gently, nuzzling into my neck and pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along my skin. “There it is,” she whispered seductively, her breath hot against my ear. “Don’t fight it, baby. Let it hurt… and then let it make you wetter.” Her fingers began to move with deliberate, teasing slowness… gliding up and down my slippery slit, occasionally circling my sensitive clit with feather-light touches.

“Rub with me. Keep this slutty cunt nice and creamy. Every time you feel guilty, I want you dripping even more.”

I whimpered pathetically but obeyed, rocking my hips in tiny movements against her skilled fingers. The shame burned… and the burn only made my pussy clench and leak more. Sophia reached for the remote and pressed a button. The large TV on the wall came to life. “Watch this with me, sweetheart.”

The video began. It was raw, intimate, and devastatingly erotic. Sophia’s former husband Michael stood in the middle of the living room, looking shattered. His eyes were already red-rimmed as he watched his wife… his Sophia -drop to her knees in front of Voss. She was glowing with lust, completely naked except for her sleek black collar. She looked up at Voss with pure adoration before taking his enormous cock into her mouth with a long, wet moan. The wet sucking sounds filled the room as she worshipped him shamelessly.

“You don’t have to do this,” Michael begged, voice cracking. “We can leave right now. The debt is paid.” Voss smirked and gripped Sophia’s hair tighter, sliding deeper down her throat. Sophia pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock. She looked back at her husband with a wicked, broken smile that made my stomach twist.

“I’m not leaving here, Michael. I belong to Daddy now. His cock owns me deeper than you ever could.” Then she dove back down, taking every inch with practiced ease while her fingers frantically rubbed her dripping pussy.

Beside me, Sophia moaned softly at the memory and slid two fingers deep into my cunt, curling them slowly. I gasped, hips jerking. My own hand found my clit and started rubbing in tight, needy circles.

The camera lingered on Michael’s face as he broke …tears streaming down, shoulders slumping in defeat as he sank to his knees. But Sophia only grew more frantic, moaning like a whore around Voss’s cock while she came hard just from the act of destroying her marriage in front of him.

“Fuck…” I breathed, my pussy gushing around Sophia’s fingers. The guilt was unbearable, but it made my clit throb so hard it almost hurt.
Sophia kissed my neck, her voice low and velvet-smooth. “Look how wet you’re getting, Emily. Keep edging that pretty cunt for me. This is going to be you and Jake soon… and it’s going to make you cum just as hard as I did.”

We stayed like that for a long time… tangled together on the bed, slowly fingering and edging each other while the video played. Every time I got close, Sophia would slow her fingers or pull them away, whispering filthy encouragements. “Not yet, baby. Let the guilt build. Let it make you desperate.”

By the time the video ended, Sophia was screaming in orgasm on Voss’s cock while Michael watched helplessly… we were both trembling, our inner thighs shiny with arousal, pussies swollen and aching.

The door opened and Voss stepped inside, tall and commanding, his presence instantly filling the room. His eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight of us… his two flushed, naked, dripping-wet girls still playing with each other’s cunts.

“Beautiful,” he rumbled, voice deep and seductive. He slowly unbuckled his belt as he approached the bed. “It’s almost time for your check-in call with Jake, Emily. Let’s prepare that pussy properly.”

He stopped right in front of me. I looked up at him, heart pounding with nervous excitement at the thought of hearing Jake’s voice again. For one innocent second, I forgot where I was. “Daddy… please, can I have some privacy for the call?” I asked softly.

His lips curved into a dark smile. He reached down and squeezed my soaked mound together, then slowly allowed his thick fingers to slide through my folds and rubbing slow, delicious circles over my clit. “No, little whore. All of your calls happen with me in the room. This cunt is mine now - you won’t hide anything from me.”

I whimpered in disappointment, but the sound quickly melted into a long, slutty moan as he pushed two thick fingers inside me, stretching me open. My hips rolled up greedily, fucking myself on his hand like a needy bitch.

Voss pulled his massive, heavy cock free. It throbbed in front of our faces, thick veins pulsing. Sophia and I moved together instinctively, pressing our lips and tongues along his length. Together, we worshipped him slowly, seductively… long, wet licks from base to tip, sucking on his heavy balls, taking turns sliding him deep into our throats while making soft, obscene sounds. Saliva dripped down our chins as we worked.

While we sucked, Sophia gave him a detailed, breathy rundown of the morning’s training between licks and kisses. “She cried for Jake at first… then begged me to brainwash her while the machine fucked her sloppy cunt. She came so hard screaming about ruining her marriage for your cock, Daddy.”

Voss groaned in pleasure, his hand resting on the back of my head as I bobbed on his beautiful cock head. “Such a good girl already.” He looked down at me, eyes burning. “Do you want me to use this cunt after the call, Emily?”

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned around his cock, the words vibrating along his shaft. “Please…”

He smiled, slow and predatory. “Good girl. Then I’ll give you a choice.” He pulled us off his cock and stroked our cheeks tenderly, his voice low and seductive. “You can sit on my lap during the call with every thick inch of my cock buried deep inside your married pussy… or you can take the call by yourself. But if you choose alone, you stay empty all night. No cock. No fucking. Just that aching, needy little hole.”

The guilt hit me like a punch to the stomach. Jake’s trusting voice… while I sat impaled on the man who was stealing me. Tears pricked my eyes even as Voss’s fingers continued their slow, torturous rubbing between my legs, keeping me right on the edge. The shame was crushing… it made me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

I bit my lip, trembling with conflict, my hips helplessly grinding against his hand. Sophia kissed my neck softly, whispering, “It’s okay to be disgusting, baby. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

My voice came out small, shaky, and dripping with shame. “I… I choose to be filled. I want your cock inside me while I talk to him. Please, Voss… I want to please you and be your disgusting whore during the call.”

Voss’s eyes gleamed with dark triumph. “That’s my good girl. Now climb on my lap and sink that cheating cunt down on every inch. Let’s greet your husband while you’re stuffed full of the cock that owns you.”

Voss sat on the edge of the bed, his thick, veiny cock standing rigid and ready. I straddled his lap facing away from him, legs shaking. Reaching between my thighs, I wrapped my fingers around his massive shaft, feeling it throb hotly in my palm. I guided the fat head to my soaked entrance and slowly sank down, whimpering as he stretched my married pussy wide open. Inch after thick inch disappeared inside me until I was fully impaled, my ass pressed tight against his thighs, my cunt fluttering and creaming around every veiny inch.

We dialed Jake’s phone number into the phone and hit send. The phone began to ring.

Voss turned my head to the side and kissed me hungrily, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. For a few filthy seconds I melted… sucking on his tongue, moaning softly while my hips rolled in slow, needy circles, grinding my dripping cunt up and down his cock. Then Jake’s voice came through the speaker.

“Emily? Baby, are you there?”

I tore my lips away from Voss with a gasp, heart hammering.

“I-I’m h-here, Jake,” I managed, my voice already breathy and uneven. Voss’s veiny dick stayed mostly still inside me at first, but was buried balls deep in my soaked pussy.

Jake sounded so relieved to finally talk to me. “God, sweetheart, I’ve been dying to hear your voice. I keep thinking about you every second. Are you okay? You sound a little out of breath… is something going on?”

“I-I’m… I’m f-fine, babe,” I stammered, my words already struggling. Voss gave one slow, seductive push, grinding his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside me. A tiny whimper escaped before I could stop it.

Jake’s concern sharpened. “You don’t sound fine. Your voice keeps catching. Baby, talk to me. Is something happening right now? Are you safe?”
Voss pushed his hips upward again in another slow thrust, moving his thick cock inside my dripping cunt. My pussy clenched hard around him.

“I-I’m okay… r-really,” I breathed, fighting to speak clearly. My voice was growing softer, shakier.
Jake paused, then pressed gently but insistently. “Emily… is Voss in the room with you right now?”
My heart slammed against my ribs. Voss gave another slow, deep push.

“Y-yes,” I whispered.

Jake’s voice grew tighter. “Is he close by? Is he right there with you while we’re talking?”
Voss answered with two slow, teasing thrusts, each one pressing his massive cock deeper. My thighs trembled violently.

“He’s… he’s v-very close,” I stammered, my words fracturing.

Jake sounded increasingly worried, his questions laced with dread. “Babe… is something happening? I can hear it in your voice. You keep pausing and breathing funny. Please tell me what’s going on. I know something isn’t right. Talk to me, Emily. I’m your husband… You can tell me anything.”

Voss kept those slow, seductive movements going, his thick cock massaging every soaked inch of my pussy. I was dripping down his shaft, my juices making soft, wet little sounds with every tiny roll of his hips.

Tears stung my eyes. My voice came out broken and trembling. “He’s… he’s inside me, Jake,” I confessed in a shaky, ashamed whisper. “His c-cock is buried deep in my pussy right now… while I’m talking to you. I’m so s-sorry…”

A devastated silence stretched across the line. When Jake finally spoke, his voice was raw with pain. “Emily… no. Baby, please. This doesn’t have to happen. I love you. We can stop this right now.”
“I love you, Jake,” I gasped, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I still love you s-so much…”

Voss’s self control finally snapped. His hands gripped my hips hard and he started fucking me with deep, powerful strokes. The wet, filthy slap-slap-slap sounds of his balls smacking against my soaked cunt suddenly filled the room.

My voice broke into a needy moan as the hard fucking began. “I-I have to g-go, Jake-ahh!”
Jake started pleading immediately. “Emily, please, I love you, don’t hang up. Stay with me, baby. Please…”

Another loud, shameless moan tore from my throat as Voss pounded my dripping pussy without mercy. The sharp, rhythmic slapping sounds echoed loudly. My words dissolved into broken, moaning gasps.

“I l-love you… ohh fuck…” I cried out, voice wrecked with pleasure. My fingers fumbled forward, grabbing the phone and ended the call.

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My name is Emily and I am twenty eight years old… and I used to believe that I was a good wife.

I have long dark hair that falls past my shoulders, dark brown eyes, and a soft curvy figure with full breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded hips. I try to dress modestly most days because that is the woman I want to be. Jake and I have been married for five years. He is my best friend and my safe place… he’s just the love of my life. We still find ways to laugh together even when everything feels heavy. We hold each other at night and talk about the future we want to build. Our love has always been the one thing that felt solid.

This past year has been slowly breaking us. My younger brother Tyler is only nineteen. He should have been excited about college and new beginnings… but instead, a rare autoimmune disorder has attacked his body and taken so much from him. The doctors believe a new experimental therapy could reverse much of the damage and give him back a real life, but the cost is enormous. Insurance covers almost none of it. We have already sold my car, taken out a second mortgage on our small house, and emptied every savings account and retirement fund we had.

Watching Tyler grow weaker and more tired while my mother tries to stay strong on the phone leaves me with a constant heavy pain in my chest. Jake works long overtime shifts at the construction company. I pick up every extra hour I can at the bookstore. We lay awake at night holding each other tightly and whispering that somehow we will find a way… but the fear never really leaves us. Some nights we do not speak at all. We just hold on.

That evening at the charity gala felt like a small break from the darkness. Richard Voss was attending. He is a strikingly attractive man in his early forties with sharp blue eyes, dark hair touched with silver at the temples, and the commanding presence that comes from real wealth and power. We had met him briefly at two earlier fundraisers. He had always been polite and had made generous donations to various medical causes. We were genuinely excited when we heard he would be there tonight. His support had helped programs like the one Tyler needed so much.

Mr Voss greeted us warmly near the entrance. He shook Jake's hand firmly and told me I looked lovely in my black cocktail dress. The conversation came easily as we moved through the room. He asked thoughtful questions about Tyler's condition and about our lives. When he invited us to join him for dinner afterward at a quiet upscale restaurant nearby we accepted right away. This might be the opportunity we had been praying for. Maybe he could really help Tyler.

At the restaurant Voss was a gracious host. Jake and I sat next to each other. Before the main conversation began Voss pulled out two copies of a simple non disclosure agreement.

"This is standard for me when discussing any potential donations or private support," he explained calmly. "It protects everyone involved. Nothing you sign tonight obligates you to anything. It simply means what we discuss stays between us."

We both signed. We were excited. Hopeful. This felt like the moment we had been waiting for. Jake smiled at me and squeezed my hand after we signed. We thought this was it… The help Tyler needed might finally be within reach. We ordered wine and settled in with rising anticipation.

The meal was excellent. Voss listened attentively as Jake spoke about the realities of construction work and as I shared small details about my life at the bookstore. He asked about Tyler again and seemed genuinly interested in how he was doing. The evening felt full of promise and hope. The food was excellent and the conversations flowed. I started to believe that real help might finally be close. Jake looked more relaxed than he had in weeks.

Then as dessert arrived Voss set his spoon down and looked at us both with calm directness.

"I very much enjoyed this evening with you both," he said, his voice low and steady. "But I am going to be direct with you now. Emily, you are a strikingly beautiful woman and I find myself very drawn to you. i understand you and Jake are married and happy… but I would like to make you and Jake a substantial offer. to consider. Four hundred thousand dollars plus I will pay off your mortgage in full. in return for my generocity, Emily would come stay at my estate as my personal companion for 30 days. She would live in my home and be available to me sexually during that time. rest assured, I would treat her with every comfort and luxury. At the end of the thirty days she may return home and we part ways completely with no further contact required."

The words landed like a slap. My fork slipped from my fingers and clattered loudly against the plate. Heat rushed to my face. I felt deeply humiliated. This rich asshole was sitting across from us suggesting that I leave my husband and become his… slut? …for a month in exchange for money?? My stomach twisted with shame. Jake's hand squeezed mine so hard it almost hurt. I could see Jakes face turned red with anger. His body was tense and there was a moment where I was genuinely afraid he might stand up and hit Voss. The only thing that seemed to hold him (or me) back was the staggering size of the offer. Four hundred thousand dollars plus the mortgage paid off. It was enough to save Tyler... Enough to clear every debt. Enough to give us a chance at the life we had almost lost. Even if it enraged us, it had the potential to change our lives for the better. it would be foolish to throw it away and dismiss it.

"You seriously invited us to dinner for this?" Jake asked, his voice low and shaking with fury. "After talking about Tyler like you actually cared about helping kids like him? After acting like you were some generous supporter?"

Voss remained composed. His expression showed no regret and his tone stayed firm and businesslike and confident. "I do care about those causes, Jake. I have given to them for years… But nothing in this world is free as you both know too well from your own struggles. I have seen how hard this situation with Tyler has hit you. Four hundred thousand dollars and your mortgage paid off would cover his treatment and give your family real security moving forward. It could change everything for you. I am a man who knows what he wants and is willing to pay fairly for it. i have made my offer.”

I sat there feeling small and exposed. My cheeks burned with humiliation. The thought of leaving Jake for thirty days and being intimate with this man made my chest feel tight and my throat close up. I wanted to stand up and walk out of the restaurant. I wanted to tell Voss exactly what I thought of him and his offer. But Tyler's tired face kept flashing through my mind. The stack of medical bills on our kitchen table. The second mortgage payment that was already late. The way Jake had looked so defeated the night before when another denial letter arrived. The money he offered was enormous. Life changing.

Voss watched us for a moment then spoke again more quietly. "Take time to think it over. Talk between yourselves tonight. There will be no hard feelings at all if you decide against it. You have twenty four hours. If you accept a car will be sent for Emily tomorrow evening."

He signaled for the check, paid discreetly with a black card, and rose from the table. "The full details of the arrangement are in the envelope I left with the host. I will leave you two to discuss."

Richard Voss excused himself politely and walked out of the restaurant. Jake and I sat next to each other in heavy silence. The dessert plates sat half finished in front of us. My hands were shaking in my lap. My face still felt hot with humiliation. Jake's jaw was clenched tight and his eyes were full of anger and pain.

We stood up and made our way toward the door...the manager handed us an envelope as we left the restaurant. imwas shaking and overcome with emotions, and i started to cry. Jake put his arm around me to try to comfort me as we stepped out into the night.

The drive home was silent except for the occasional sniffle I couldn’t hold back. Jake kept one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around mine so tightly I could feel his pulse. When we finally stepped inside our small house, the weight of the evening crashed down on us. I kicked off my black heels and sank onto the couch. Jake paced the living room for a few minutes, then sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. We held each other like that for a long time, breathing together in the dark.

“I can’t believe that bastard,” Jake said finally, his voice rough. “He sat there talking about Tyler like he gave a damn, then drops that on us. Like you’re… something he can just buy for a month.”

Anger flared in my chest too. “I felt so cheap. So humiliated. The way he looked at me when he said it.” I buried my face against Jake’s shoulder. “But Jake… four hundred thousand. Plus the mortgage. Tyler could get the therapy. We could breathe again. No more late notices. No more watching Mom pretend she’s okay.”

We wrestled with it for hours that night. We got angry… angry at Voss for reducing me to a transaction, angry at the medical system that made this even a question, angry at ourselves for even considering it. We got sad. I cried against Jake’s chest while he stroked my hair, both of us grieving the innocence we were about to lose.

Then came the hope, fragile and flickering. We talked about what the money would mean: Tyler strong again, laughing, maybe going to college. Us sleeping without the constant knot of fear in our stomachs. A future.

Around two in the morning we made coffee and sat at the kitchen table with the unopened envelope. Jake’s hand shook slightly as he tore it open and spread the papers out. We read every line together, shoulders touching.

The contract was surprisingly clear and businesslike. It stated that all activities would be completely consensual. I had the right to end the arrangement at any time by simply requesting a car to take me home with no questions asked. The deal and payment would be cancelled the moment I left, but there would be no penalties or legal repercussions beyond that.

All food, clothing, toiletries, and personal items would be provided in abundance at Voss’s expense. I would have my own suite at the estate. Phone check-ins with Jake would be occur weekly - scheduled for every Tuesday at 6 p.m. On the thirtieth day, Jake could come pick me up himself. No further contact after that would be required.

Jake set the papers down and rubbed his face. “It’s written like a damn business deal. Safe words, exit rights, everything spelled out. But it’s still you… with him.”

I took his hands in mine. My voice was soft but steady. “I know. I hate this. But we both know we’re drowning. Tyler is getting worse every week. If we say no tonight, what are we choosing? More months of watching him fade while we lose everything? This is horrible, but it’s also the only door open right now.”

We talked until the sky lightened. We got angry again, then sad, then hopeful once more. We tried to frame it as a business decision… thirty days of my life for Tyler’s future and our family’s survival. It still felt like tearing something precious apart.

As the morning sun crept through the kitchen window, I turned to Jake and cupped his face. His eyes were red-rimmed. Mine were too.

“I need you to hear me,” I whispered. “I will be true to you. In my heart, every single day, I will be yours. I love you more than anything in this world. Nothing that happens there will touch what we have. I vow to you right now: I will never say or do anything that takes away from our love or our marriage. Not one word, not one moment. When I come home, I will still be your Emily. Your wife. Your best friend. This is thirty days. Our life together is forever.”

Jake’s eyes filled with tears. He pulled me close and kissed me fiercely, the kind of kiss that carried fear and love and desperation all at once. “I hate this,” he said against my lips. “But I love you. And I love Tyler. If we’re doing this, we do it together. No secrets. We decide as a team.” I nodded, forehead pressed to his. “Together. Always.”

We read the contract one more time. I made sure Jake understood every clause, that I truly had an exit at any moment, even if it meant walking away from the money. He asked me again if I was sure. I asked him the same. We sat with the decision in the quiet morning light, holding each other, letting the finality settle over us.

Then I picked up the pen.

I signed my name on the line, my hand only trembling a little. Jake signed as witness. We sealed the copies and placed them back in the envelope. I set it on the table by the door where the car would come for me that evening.

We spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms… crying, talking, making love with a tenderness that felt almost sacred. We whispered memories and future dreams. We reminded each other why we were doing this. When the clock edged toward evening, Jake helped me pack a small bag with a few personal things I wanted to bring, though the contract said everything would be provided.

As the sun began to set, we stood by the window holding each other tightly. The car would arrive soon.

“I’ll be counting the days,” Jake said, voice thick. “Every Friday at six. And on day thirty, I’m coming to get my wife.”

I kissed him softly. “I’ll be waiting. I love you.”
The headlights appeared at the curb. My stomach twisted, but I lifted my chin. We had made this choice together. For Tyler. For our future. For the life we refused to let slip away.

I picked up the envelope and walked toward the door, Jake’s hand in mine until the very last second. I got inside the car and looked at Jake as he closed the door. He looked like a part of him died inside and I started to sob as the car sped away.

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Two months had passed since that night at the hotel, and I had been spiraling deeper into depravity.

The loving wife Paul married was still here, more attentive and affectionate than ever, but the woman beneath the surface had grown darker, hungrier, and utterly addicted to the rot I kept feeding.

I hugged him every chance I got. I kissed him like he was the only man in the world, whispered how special he was, how I would never hurt him, how he was my forever. And I meant every word. Paul was my heart. My safe harbor. The man I would always come home to and protect with my life.

He still looked at me with that pure, adoring gaze, and it made me melt. I would crawl into his lap after dinner, nuzzle into his neck, and tell him how much I loved him while my ruined pussy, still tender from Marcus that afternoon, ached with fresh need.

He was so sweet to me. He would rub my back, make me tea when I seemed tired, and make love to me slow and tender like I was the most precious thing alive. I came on his cock every time, moaning his name, telling him he was everything. And I loved him so fucking much it hurt.

But God, it felt so good to be a cheating whore. It made my sick cunt throb knowing I was doing this behind his back.

Marcus owned my body now. Quick fucks in his office, risky car meets during lunch, and long nights where I lied about client dinners while he stretched my married cunt until I could not walk straight. The guilt never left. It just got twisted into fuel. Every time I kissed Paul with another man’s cum still inside me, my pussy throbbed harder.
Then my period did not come.

The morning sickness hit hard during the day, real, physical nausea that left me pale and shaky. But underneath that was something far worse: an emotional storm that made me feel like my world was going to collapse.

What if this is not Paul’s? What if I am carrying Marcus’s baby after months of letting him use me? How do I look Paul in the eye if this is real? It would shatter everything.

Tomorrow I was going with Marcus for the paternity test. He had arranged a discreet clinic. The thought made me want to throw up from guilt and finger myself at the same time.

I spent the day sick to my stomach, barely keeping down water while waves of physical nausea rolled through me. Paul had been so excited when I told him I was late. He had hugged me tight, eyes shining, talking about nurseries and how perfect our baby would be. I had cried in his arms, kissed him desperately, and told him he was going to be the best father in the world. My guilt was a living thing, clawing at my heart. My world felt like it was about to collapse under the weight of what I had done.

By evening I was a wreck. I cooked Paul’s favorite meal, sat in his lap feeding him bites, and let him rub my still-flat belly while whispering how much I loved him and how I would never do anything to hurt our family. He believed every word. His sweetness only made the emotional sickness worse.

That night, Paul fell asleep beside me, one arm draped protectively over my waist. I lay there in the dark, heart hammering, my mind racing with filthy thoughts. My phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. It was Marcus. I opened the message and my breath caught.

A thick, veiny cock filled the screen, still shiny with my dried juices from our lunchtime quickie. Below it, another photo: my own married pussy, red and gaping, thick ropes of his cum oozing out onto my thighs, my wedding ring visible as my fingers held my lips spread. The caption read: “That married hole is already mine. Can’t wait to find out I knocked up Paul’s perfect wife.”

My cunt flooded instantly. I was soaked.

I slipped my hand under the covers, two fingers parting my swollen, cheating lips and sinking deep as I bit my lip. I rubbed my cunt slowly at first, eyes fixed on those disgusting pictures, fantasizing that Marcus was the father. That his massive, superior cock had knocked me up. That Paul would be raising another man’s child, clueless and loving, while my body carried the proof of my betrayal.
What if it is Paul’s baby? I imagined the test coming back positive for him.

Then the truly evil thought hit me, shocking even me.

I’d get an abortion. Tell Paul it was a miscarriage. Then beg Marcus to breed me for real.

\*I’d get rid of Paul’s baby just so Marcus can flood my cunt with his seed and put his bastard in me instead.\*

The depravity of it hit like lightning. My fingers flew over my clit, sloppy and desperate. \*I’m such a terrible wife. I’m such a sick, disgusting wife. What is wrong with me? My heart is breaking at the thought of this, but why is my cunt so fucking wet right now? Why is my sick cunt dripping like a faucet??\*

\*It fucking made me orgasm.\*

A soft, broken moan escaped me as the orgasm crashed through me. My thighs shook violently. My cunt spasmed wetly around my fingers, juices gushing out and soaking my hand and the sheets. The pleasure was so intense I could not stay quiet, my body trembling and writhing as I rode the waves.

Paul stirred beside me, eyes fluttering open. He blinked in the dim light and froze for a moment, clearly seeing my flushed face, my hand still buried between my spread legs, fingers glistening as my pussy continued to pulse and leak from the powerful climax. His expression shifted from sleepy confusion to raw arousal.

“Kate…? Baby, are you okay?” he asked.
I turned to him, still flushed and trembling, fingers slowly slipping from my dripping folds. My voice came out soft and loving. “I am excited. There is a baby in me, Paul. Our baby. I was just touching myself thinking about it.”

His eyes widened in the low light, then darkened with lust as he took in the sight of me post-orgasm, soaked and shameless. “God, Kate… you’re so beautiful.” He pulled me close, kissing me deeply as his hand replaced mine between my legs. He found me soaked and swollen, still twitching. “You’re really that happy?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. “I love you so much,” I whispered, kissing him between every word. “I love you so much and I always will. You are my everything. My safe place. My heart.”

\*I’m such a terrible wife,\* the thought burned through me, dark and delicious. \*I’m such a sick, disgusting wife. What is wrong with me? My heart is breaking at the thought of this, but why is my cunt so fucking wet right now? Why is my sick cunt dripping like this while I lie here after fantasizing about aborting your baby?\*

Paul groaned softly, his cock hardening against my thigh. “I love you too, baby. More than anything.”
I looked into his eyes, my voice trembling with emotion. “Do you promise me that you will love me no matter what, no matter what happens?”

\*God, I hope it is Marcus’s baby growing inside of me,\* the corruption sang inside me even as guilt tore at my chest. \*I love how nasty this makes me feel. I’m becoming such a depraved fucking whore. I love feeling like a dirty adulteress. My body rewards me every time I sink deeper… but my heart feels like it is shattering.\*

Paul cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Of course I promise, Kate. Nothing could ever change how much I love you. No matter what happens, I am yours and you are mine. Forever.”

\*Yes… keep loving me while I spiral,\* I thought, my cunt clenching with fresh, wicked heat. \*I’m such a filthy, broken wife. I’m completely disgusting. What the hell is wrong with me? Why does being this corrupt turn me on so much? Why is my sick cunt throbbing? Fuck, adultery is so beautiful!!”\*

Tears pricked my eyes, half from the overwhelming love I still felt for him, half from the dark thrill twisting in my belly. I kissed him harder, pulling him on top of me. “Thank you,” I breathed against his lips. “I needed to hear that. You are so perfect. I would never hurt you… I love you more than life itself.”

He sank into me slowly, his familiar cock sliding into my dripping, cheating cunt. I moaned sweetly, wrapping my legs around him, holding him close as we made love face to face. Every thrust was gentle and full of love. I kept whispering how special he was, how he was my whole world, how this baby would be perfect because it was ours.

And in my mind, the fantasy played on loop: Marcus claiming my womb, my body surrendering completely to the depravity, my pussy pulsing harder the deeper I fell into this sickness I was learning to love.

“I love you,” I gasped as I came around him again, my walls fluttering. “I love you so much, Paul.”
He came inside me with a loving groan, filling me with his seed while another man’s possible child already grew in my belly. I held him tight afterward, stroking his hair, telling him again and again how perfect he was.

Inside, the evil part of me smiled, warm and wet with self-corruption.

The next day the test was done, and it came back confirmed: Marcus was the father.

We sat in his car in the parking lot of the discreet clinic. The results were still warm in my hand. Marcus grinned like a predator, already unzipping his pants.

I did not even hesitate. I climbed over the console, pulled my panties aside, and sank down onto his thick cock right there in broad daylight. He fucked me hard and deep, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair as I rode him like a desperate whore.

“Fuck yes,” he growled against my ear. “That’s my baby in your married belly. Paul’s been raising my load for weeks already.”

I came twice on his cock, moaning filthy confessions while his cum flooded my cheating cunt once more.

It’s time my sweet Paul learned the truth.

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The heavy door clicked shut behind Richard Voss, leaving the house in sudden, ringing silence except for my own broken sobs. I sat there impaled on the Sybian, my pussy still fluttering and aching around the thick, motionless dildo. Thick ropes of his cum cooled on my face, mixing with Sophia’s squirt that dripped from my chin onto my breasts. My wedding ring felt like it was burning a hole through my finger.

I couldn’t stay here like this. With shaking legs I lifted myself off the machine. The fat dildo slid out of me with a wet, obscene sound, leaving my empty cunt clenching desperately around nothing. A fresh gush of my own juices ran down my thighs. I didn’t even try to clean myself. I just ran.

I barely made it out of the dining room before my legs started to give out. Cum and squirt streaked down my thighs as I stumbled up the grand staircase, the steel ring on my collar bouncing against my chest with every frantic step. The second I reached my suite I slammed the door shut, and collapsed against the cold marble floor.

Heavy sobs of agony tore out of me that sounded like a woman mourning the death of a loved one.
I crawled on hands and knees to the bathroom and dragged myself up in front of the mirror. The woman staring back was barely recognizable. My carefully applied makeup was ruined… black streaks ran down my cheeks, mixing with thick ropes of Voss’s cum that painted my face, lips, and breasts. Sophia’s squirt had left shiny, wet trails across my skin. My nipples were still stiff. My smooth, married pussy was awollen and visibly leaking.Then I looked down and saw my wedding ring shining like it was mocking me from my finger.

I covered my mouth, horrified. “Oh my God… Jake… what have I done?”

The memory of my own voice begging Voss to ruin my marriage replayed in my head on a loop. The way I had cried out for his cock. The way I had thanked him with my tongue while covered in his load. I had broken my vow on the very first day. Fresh tears spilled over, cutting clean paths through the mess on my face.

A soft knock sounded. Then the door opened.
Sophia stepped inside, still shamelesly naked except for her matching collar. Her expression was gentle at first… she seemed almost concerned. She closed the door quietly and approached me slowly.

“Emily… sweetheart, breathe,” she said softly. She reached out and gently brushed a tear-streaked lock of hair from my face. “I know. I know exactly how you feel right now. The shame is crushing, isn’t it? Like your chest is caving in. Like you’re watching yourself become someone you hate.”

Her voice was warm and sympathetic. For a moment she just held my gaze, letting me cry. She even pulled me into a soft hug, pressing my cum-covered cheek against her bare shoulder while I shook. “I cried for hours after my first real breaking too,” she murmured, stroking my back. “It’s okay to feel it. Let it out.”

I clung to her for a few seconds, desperate for any comfort. As she spoke to me, her hand drifted down her own body and she began slowly circling her clit with two fingers.

“I was a newlywed when Daddy claimed me,” she continued, her voice growing thicker with arousal. “Eleven months married. My husband -his name was Michael… he honestly was such a good man. Kind. Supportive. We were trying to start a family.”
She slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly as she kept talking. Her breathing grew heavier.

“Daddy took his time breaking me… but by the third week I was gone. Daddy taught me that awful things make my cunt wet. He was right. It was my idea to show Michael the truth about me in a way that would destroy him. I didn’t want to simply leave him... my cunt needed me to do it in the worst way imaginable. So we invited him here to the estate under the pretense that he would just take me home.”

Sophia’s fingers moved faster, wet sounds filling the luxurious bathroom. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.

“Michael showed up full of hope. Daddy made him sit in a chair and then told me he released me and I was free to go… but I took off all my clothes and told Michael to watch while Daddy fucked me right in front of him. I looked my husband in the eyes the entire time and told him every filthy detail of the past 30 days… how much bigger Daddy’s cock was, how many times I had cum for him, how I screamed Daddy’s name when I came, how I was never going back to our little life. He begged me to come home.

“I looked my poor husband right in the eyes and told him the truth… I don’t love you anymore… not the way I love Daddy’s huge cock and I’m happier being a collared whore than I ever was as your wife. Michael started crying, begging me to stop, and to come home. The devastated look on his face made Daddy’s cock throb inside me. I smiled at my broken husband and told him I didn’t want his soft little dick anymore. I only want to be Daddy’s dumb whore now.”

“That was what finally pushed Daddy over the edge. He gripped my hips and came inside me… flooding my pussy with his thick, superior cum. The feeling of him pulsing and pumping inside me while my husband watched was too much for me... I orgasmed smiling at my husband while my cheating cunt milked every drop from Daddy’s cock.”

Sophia’s moans grew louder as she fucked herself, her fingers plunging deeper and deeper inside of her sloppy hole.

Sophia looked at me with glossy, aroused eyes, still shamelessly fingering herself. “You have no idea how much happier I am now that I’m Daddy’s property. I don’t have to think anymore. He doesn’t let me be decent… he rewards my sick cunt with pleasure every time I’m disgusting for him. It feels so fucking good to be a dumb whore, Emily.”

I stared at her in pure horror, my stomach twisting violently. “You’re sick… what the hell is wrong with you? With both of you? I’m leaving. I’m calling for the car right now and getting out of this hell before Voss gets back. The money isn’t worth this. I can’t lose Jake.”

Sophia smiled softly, still lazily pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. “You can’t go, Emily.”
“The contract says I can leave anytime,” I insisted, voice shaking. “The money isn’t worth losing my husband. I love him.”

Sophia’s sympathetic voice changed to a cruel tone suddenly. “If you leave now, you’ll lose the money \*and\* Jake. You can’t take back what’s already happened. You can’t unsay the things you begged for earlier… you were on your knees, covered in cum, crying for Daddy to ruin your marriage. That version of you already exists. Jake could leave you the second he finds out… and then you’ll have no husband and no money. Tyler gets nothing. You’ll have destroyed everything for nothing.”

The truth of her words sank in like lead. I sank down onto the edge of the tub, head in my hands, sobbing again.

Sophia watched me quietly for a long moment, still gently touching herself. “The smartest thing you can do is ride it out,” she said finally. “Stay the thirty days. Get the money for Tyler. Save your family financially. Then go home and pray that Jake can forgive you for whatever else you end up doing here. At least you’ll have security.”

I sat there shaking, torn apart inside. Everything felt impossible. But leaving now would make it all pointless. She was right. I had already crossed lines I could never walk back.

She touched me as her voice started to sound almost affectionate again. “We’re going to be such good friends, you and I. We’re going to make each other’s cunts feel so good as we serve Daddy together.”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of tears.
I stayed wrapped in the silk sheets on the massive bed, curled into a tight ball. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Michael’s face from Sophia’s story and thought of my sweet Jake. Every time I breathed I tasted Voss’s cum on my tongue.

I cried until my eyes were swollen and my throat was raw. I whispered so many apologies to Jake that no one would ever hear. I thought about calling for the car a dozen times… but Sophia’s words kept echoing in my head.

\*You’ll lose the money and Jake.\*

By the time evening came, I was exhausted, hollow, and still wrapped in nothing but a white bed sheet when the bedroom door opened without a knock.
Richard Voss stepped inside, still dressed in a tailored charcoal suit from whatever event he’d attended. Like usual, he looked calm, powerful, and he was in complete control. His sharp blue eyes found me immediately.

“Emily,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I apologize for being gone so long. Another charity matter required my attention… as you know, I’m a very generous man and I made a significant offer to a couple in need. But I’m home now. And I’m entirely focused on you.”

I clutched the sheet tighter around my naked body, fresh tears stinging my eyes. The sight of him made my stomach twist with a confusing mix of fear, anger, and unwanted heat.

“I hate you,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I hate what you’re doing to me.”

Voss didn’t look surprised or offended. He simply loosened his tie and walked closer, studying my tear-streaked, puffy face. “I understand. Would you rather leave then?” he asked calmly. “The car can be here in ten minutes. No one will stop you.”
Hope flickered for half a second… until he continued.

“But before you decide, you should know something. Every inch of this estate is under continuous video and audio recording. Every room. Every conversation. Every degrading little moment since you arrived.” He smiled faintly. “Including this morning. Your begging. Your tongue on my cock. The way you came apart on the Sybian while you asked me to fuck you and ruin your marriage.”

My blood ran cold.

“If you choose to leave right now,” he continued, “I will compile the most relevant footage and send it directly to Jake. He’ll see and hear everything. I assure you… it will crush him. Completely.”

I felt the color drain from my face. Tears spilled silently down my cheeks.

Voss stepped even closer, towering over me. “If you stay and complete the thirty days as agreed… Jake may never have to see the worst of it. Not unless… \*you\* decide you want him to know. That choice will be yours as you become more honest with yourself.” I had no real choice left. Not anymore. I now knew I was his for as long as he wanted me.

Voss’s voice turned commanding. “Drop the sheet and get on the bed. Hands and knees. Now.”

My hands shook as I let the sheet fall. I crawled onto the massive bed, naked and exposed, and positioned myself on all fours. Voss moved with deliberate calm. He fastened a thick spreader bar between my ankles, forcing my legs wide apart. Then he pulled my wrists back and shackled them to the same bar, folding me into a helpless, face-down, ass-up position. My ass and pussy were completely on display.

He attached a powerful vibrator directly against my clit, securing it tightly in place. The moment he switched it on, a low, steady buzz hummed against my swollen nub.

“Fuck!” I gasped, body jerking. Voss unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off his pants, freeing his thick, heavy cock. He stepped beside the bed, stroking himself slowly as he looked down at my bound, trembling body and my tear-soaked face.

“You look so pretty when you cry.” He said as he took the head of his cock and began slowly smearing my tears across my cheeks, my forehead, my lips. His warm, velvety shaft rubbed my skin, mixing his precum with my tears, marking me. He slapped the heavy meat against my tear-stained face, then dragged it across my eyelids and down to my quivering lips.

The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against my clit. My hips twitched and rolled despite myself. Fresh tears kept falling, and Voss kept using his cock to spread them like obscene war paint

“I own you now, bitch. I’m going to enjoy breaking you. Day by day. Piece by piece. Until the only thing left of that ‘good wife’ is a needy little slut who gets wet remembering how she betrayed everything she loved.”

The vibrations increased. A broken whimper slipped from my throat as pleasure built against my will. Voss kept rubbing his thick cock across my tear-covered face, patient and possessive, while I shook and dripped unable to move.

“I… I hate you,” I choked out between shaky breaths as I continued to cry. Voss chuckled darkly and rubbed the leaking head of his cock right under my eye, smearing the tear across my eyelid and down the bridge of my nose. “Hate me all you want,” he said, voice calm and cruel. “Your cunt doesn’t hate me…”

He dragged his cock down to my lips again and tapped it against them. “Open. Taste your own tears on my dick.” When I hesitated, he pressed forward, sliding his massive head past my trembling lips. I tasted the salty mix of my tears and his precum on my tongue.

“Good girl,” he groaned softly, slowly fucking just the head in and out of my mouth while the vibrator buzzed mercilessly against my clit. “Suck your shame off my cock. That’s right… just like that.”

“Keep crying for me, Emily. Every tear makes my cock harder. Jake’s perfect wife… collared, bound, and dripping while another man uses her face like a fucking rag.” He slapped his heavy cock against my cheek again, the wet sound humiliatingly loud. “Tell me who owns this married body for the next thirty days.”

I moaned brokenly as the vibrations pushed me into a state of sinful bliss, my voice barely coherent. “Y-you… you do…” Voss smiled, dragging his cock slowly from my chin up to my forehead, leaving a shiny trail of tears and precum across my face.

“That’s right… And we’re only getting started.”
He moved behind me then, positioning himself between my forcibly spread legs. I felt the heat of his body and the heavy weight of his cock as he rested it against my ass for a moment. Then he dragged the thick head down through my soaked folds, circling my leaking entrance slowly, teasingly.

Round and round my wet opening his fat dick circled, coating his cockhead in my wet arousal, pressing just enough to part my swollen lips without ever pushing inside. Every slow circle made my denied pussy clench desperately around nothing.

“Feel that?” he growled softly, still teasing my hole with his cock. “This married cunt is drooling for me. Soaking wet and twitching like it knows who it really belongs to now.” He tapped the head firmly against my entrance, then circled again. “I could slide in so easily right now… stretch you open and ruin this pussy while you cry into the sheets.

The vibrator continued its relentless buzz against my clit. Combined with the torturous circling of his thick cock at my entrance, the pleasure built unbearably. My hips tried to push back, seeking more, but the restraints held me in place.
Voss kept teasing me mercilessly, his voice low and taunting.

“Such a greedy little hole. Keep leaking for me, Emily. Show me how badly that married cunt wants to betray Jake.”

I was shaking, my cunt felt so good but I hated this man so much. And here he was rubing his cock all over my wet needy hole. “You… you told me you wouldn’t use my cunt unless I begged…” Voss let out a low, dark chuckle behind me. “You already did, remember?”

He reached for a remote. The large television on the wall in front of the bed flickered to life. My stomach dropped as I realized what was playing.
It was footage from this morning playing on a loop.

There I was… naked, collared, covered in cum and squirt, grinding desperately on the Sybian while Voss’s cock rubbed across my face. My own broken voice was filling the room: “Please ruin my marriage! Please destroy it… please turn me into your cheating slut!

Fresh sobs wracked my body. “Turn it off… please…” I cried, unable to look away from the screen. The shame was soul-crushing. I sounded so desperate, so broken.

While I was staring at the humiliating footage, Voss was done teasing. He lined up the thick head of his cock against my soaked entrance and pushed forward in one slow, relentless thrust.

“OH MY GOD-!” I cried out sharply as he stretched my married pussy wide open. He was so much thicker than Jake. The feeling of my walls being forced apart around his massive cock made my eyes roll back.

\*Holy fuck… he’s so big… he’s actually inside me…\*
Voss groaned deeply as he buried every inch, bottoming out with his heavy balls pressed against me. “Fuuuck… this married pussy is gripping me like it never wants me to leave.

He started fucking me with long, powerful strokes, stretching me open again and again. The vibrator buzzed hard against my swollen clit while his thick cock pounded into my soaked hole. Wet, obscene slapping sounds filled the room as he drove into me.

My mind was racing. At first, there was shame, horror, and guilt crashing through me as I watched myself begging on the screen. But every deep thrust was knocking those thoughts looser. The pleasure was too intense. Too perfect. I’d never felt anything like it. “\*Oh my God… it feels so fucking good…”\*

My hips started pushing back to meet him. The more he fucked me, the better it felt. My thoughts grew filthier, hazier, more desperate. \*He’s so deep… stretching me out so much… I love how full I feel…\*

The trance took over and I was becoming another woman. My eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching myself beg like a whore, but instead of pure horror, the sight started turning me on even more. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his huge pulsing cock.

Voss leaned over me, pounding me harder, his voice rough and filthy in my ear. “Listen to that sloppy cunt. You’re creaming all over my dick, Emily. Such a needy fucking hole.” I moaned louder, drooling onto the sheets, lost in the rhythm. The pleasure kept building, wave after filthy wave.

I was loving it. Craving it. My mind melted further into a cock-drunk trance. \*Yes… fuck me harder… I need this… it feels too fucking good…\* My thoughts became shameless.

\*His cock is ruining me and I love it… I love how deep he goes… I love how wet I am…\*
Voss growled, slamming into me with brutal strokes.

“I’m going to cum inside of you, whore. I’m going to fucking flood this tight married pussy.”

The words hit me like a trigger. The orgasm exploded through me without mercy. I screamed into the sheets as my cunt spasmed violently around his thick cock, squeezing and milking him as pure ecstasy ripped through my body. My eyes rolled back, toes curled, whole body shaking uncontrollably in the restraints while the most intense orgasm of my life tore me apart.

Voss groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt. I felt his cock throb and pulse as he pumped thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside me, filling my married pussy until it was overflowing.
I kept cumming around him, moaning like a broken whore, completely lost in filthy, mind-melting pleasure.

Voss stayed buried deep inside me for a long moment, his cock still twitching as the last drops of his cum filled my pussy. When he finally pulled out, a thick rush of his seed leaked from my stretched hole and ran down my thighs.

I was panting, trembling, mind still floating in a warm, filthy afterglow. The shame was there… but it felt distant, drowned beneath the lingering pleasure pulsing through my body.

Voss moved in front of me again, his heavy, glistening cock right in front of my face -slick with our combined juices. I stared at it, breathing hard. Something inside me had shifted. Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out in a soft, needy whisper: “…Let me clean it.”

Voss raised an eyebrow, a dark, satisfied smile spreading across his face. I licked my lips, eyes locked on his cum covered cock. My voice came out smaller, but no less eager.“ Please… let me clean your cock. I want to suck it clean.”

Voss gripped my hair gently and pulled my head forward. I opened my mouth obediently and took him between my lips, tasting the messy mix of his cum and my own creamy juices. I moaned softly around his thickness as I began to lick and suck him clean, eyes fluttering half-closed.

What am I doing…? But… I want it.

Voss stroked my hair almost tenderly while I worshipped his cock with my tongue. “Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s a very promising start, Emily.”

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The heavy door clicked shut behind Richard Voss, leaving the house in sudden, ringing silence except for my own broken sobs. I sat there impaled on the Sybian, my pussy still fluttering and aching around the thick, motionless dildo. Thick ropes of his cum cooled on my face, mixing with Sophia’s squirt that dripped from my chin onto my breasts. My wedding ring felt like it was burning a hole through my finger.

I couldn’t stay here like this. With shaking legs I lifted myself off the machine. The fat dildo slid out of me with a wet, obscene sound, leaving my empty cunt clenching desperately around nothing. A fresh gush of my own juices ran down my thighs. I didn’t even try to clean myself. I just ran.

I barely made it out of the dining room before my legs started to give out. Cum and squirt streaked down my thighs as I stumbled up the grand staircase, the steel ring on my collar bouncing against my chest with every frantic step. The second I reached my suite I slammed the door shut, and collapsed against the cold marble floor.

Heavy sobs of agony tore out of me that sounded like a woman mourning the death of a loved one.
I crawled on hands and knees to the bathroom and dragged myself up in front of the mirror. The woman staring back was barely recognizable. My carefully applied makeup was ruined… black streaks ran down my cheeks, mixing with thick ropes of Voss’s cum that painted my face, lips, and breasts. Sophia’s squirt had left shiny, wet trails across my skin. My nipples were still stiff. My smooth, married pussy was awollen and visibly leaking.Then I looked down and saw my wedding ring shining like it was mocking me from my finger.

I covered my mouth, horrified. “Oh my God… Jake… what have I done?”

The memory of my own voice begging Voss to ruin my marriage replayed in my head on a loop. The way I had cried out for his cock. The way I had thanked him with my tongue while covered in his load. I had broken my vow on the very first day. Fresh tears spilled over, cutting clean paths through the mess on my face.

A soft knock sounded. Then the door opened.
Sophia stepped inside, still shamelesly naked except for her matching collar. Her expression was gentle at first… she seemed almost concerned. She closed the door quietly and approached me slowly.

“Emily… sweetheart, breathe,” she said softly. She reached out and gently brushed a tear-streaked lock of hair from my face. “I know. I know exactly how you feel right now. The shame is crushing, isn’t it? Like your chest is caving in. Like you’re watching yourself become someone you hate.”

Her voice was warm and sympathetic. For a moment she just held my gaze, letting me cry. She even pulled me into a soft hug, pressing my cum-covered cheek against her bare shoulder while I shook. “I cried for hours after my first real breaking too,” she murmured, stroking my back. “It’s okay to feel it. Let it out.”

I clung to her for a few seconds, desperate for any comfort. As she spoke to me, her hand drifted down her own body and she began slowly circling her clit with two fingers.

“I was a newlywed when Daddy claimed me,” she continued, her voice growing thicker with arousal. “Eleven months married. My husband -his name was Michael… he honestly was such a good man. Kind. Supportive. We were trying to start a family.”
She slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly as she kept talking. Her breathing grew heavier.

“Daddy took his time breaking me… but by the third week I was gone. Daddy taught me that awful things make my cunt wet. He was right. It was my idea to show Michael the truth about me in a way that would destroy him. I didn’t want to simply leave him... my cunt needed me to do it in the worst way imaginable. So we invited him here to the estate under the pretense that he would just take me home.”

Sophia’s fingers moved faster, wet sounds filling the luxurious bathroom. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.

“Michael showed up full of hope. Daddy made him sit in a chair and then told me he released me and I was free to go… but I took off all my clothes and told Michael to watch while Daddy fucked me right in front of him. I looked my husband in the eyes the entire time and told him every filthy detail of the past 30 days… how much bigger Daddy’s cock was, how many times I had cum for him, how I screamed Daddy’s name when I came, how I was never going back to our little life. He begged me to come home.

“I looked my poor husband right in the eyes and told him the truth… I don’t love you anymore… not the way I love Daddy’s huge cock and I’m happier being a collared whore than I ever was as your wife. Michael started crying, begging me to stop, and to come home. The devastated look on his face made Daddy’s cock throb inside me. I smiled at my broken husband and told him I didn’t want his soft little dick anymore. I only want to be Daddy’s dumb whore now.”

“That was what finally pushed Daddy over the edge. He gripped my hips and came inside me… flooding my pussy with his thick, superior cum. The feeling of him pulsing and pumping inside me while my husband watched was too much for me... I orgasmed smiling at my husband while my cheating cunt milked every drop from Daddy’s cock.”

Sophia’s moans grew louder as she fucked herself, her fingers plunging deeper and deeper inside of her sloppy hole.

Sophia looked at me with glossy, aroused eyes, still shamelessly fingering herself. “You have no idea how much happier I am now that I’m Daddy’s property. I don’t have to think anymore. He doesn’t let me be decent… he rewards my sick cunt with pleasure every time I’m disgusting for him. It feels so fucking good to be a dumb whore, Emily.”

I stared at her in pure horror, my stomach twisting violently. “You’re sick… what the hell is wrong with you? With both of you? I’m leaving. I’m calling for the car right now and getting out of this hell before Voss gets back. The money isn’t worth this. I can’t lose Jake.”

Sophia smiled softly, still lazily pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. “You can’t go, Emily.”
“The contract says I can leave anytime,” I insisted, voice shaking. “The money isn’t worth losing my husband. I love him.”

Sophia’s sympathetic voice changed to a cruel tone suddenly. “If you leave now, you’ll lose the money *and* Jake. You can’t take back what’s already happened. You can’t unsay the things you begged for earlier… you were on your knees, covered in cum, crying for Daddy to ruin your marriage. That version of you already exists. Jake could leave you the second he finds out… and then you’ll have no husband and no money. Tyler gets nothing. You’ll have destroyed everything for nothing.”

The truth of her words sank in like lead. I sank down onto the edge of the tub, head in my hands, sobbing again.

Sophia watched me quietly for a long moment, still gently touching herself. “The smartest thing you can do is ride it out,” she said finally. “Stay the thirty days. Get the money for Tyler. Save your family financially. Then go home and pray that Jake can forgive you for whatever else you end up doing here. At least you’ll have security.”

I sat there shaking, torn apart inside. Everything felt impossible. But leaving now would make it all pointless. She was right. I had already crossed lines I could never walk back.

She touched me as her voice started to sound almost affectionate again. “We’re going to be such good friends, you and I. We’re going to make each other’s cunts feel so good as we serve Daddy together.”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of tears.
I stayed wrapped in the silk sheets on the massive bed, curled into a tight ball. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Michael’s face from Sophia’s story and thought of my sweet Jake. Every time I breathed I tasted Voss’s cum on my tongue.

I cried until my eyes were swollen and my throat was raw. I whispered so many apologies to Jake that no one would ever hear. I thought about calling for the car a dozen times… but Sophia’s words kept echoing in my head.

*You’ll lose the money and Jake.*

By the time evening came, I was exhausted, hollow, and still wrapped in nothing but a white bed sheet when the bedroom door opened without a knock.
Richard Voss stepped inside, still dressed in a tailored charcoal suit from whatever event he’d attended. Like usual, he looked calm, powerful, and he was in complete control. His sharp blue eyes found me immediately.

“Emily,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I apologize for being gone so long. Another charity matter required my attention… as you know, I’m a very generous man and I made a significant offer to a couple in need. But I’m home now. And I’m entirely focused on you.”

I clutched the sheet tighter around my naked body, fresh tears stinging my eyes. The sight of him made my stomach twist with a confusing mix of fear, anger, and unwanted heat.

“I hate you,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I hate what you’re doing to me.”

Voss didn’t look surprised or offended. He simply loosened his tie and walked closer, studying my tear-streaked, puffy face. “I understand. Would you rather leave then?” he asked calmly. “The car can be here in ten minutes. No one will stop you.”
Hope flickered for half a second… until he continued.

“But before you decide, you should know something. Every inch of this estate is under continuous video and audio recording. Every room. Every conversation. Every degrading little moment since you arrived.” He smiled faintly. “Including this morning. Your begging. Your tongue on my cock. The way you came apart on the Sybian while you asked me to fuck you and ruin your marriage.”

My blood ran cold.

“If you choose to leave right now,” he continued, “I will compile the most relevant footage and send it directly to Jake. He’ll see and hear everything. I assure you… it will crush him. Completely.”

I felt the color drain from my face. Tears spilled silently down my cheeks.

Voss stepped even closer, towering over me. “If you stay and complete the thirty days as agreed… Jake may never have to see the worst of it. Not unless… *you* decide you want him to know. That choice will be yours as you become more honest with yourself.” I had no real choice left. Not anymore. I now knew I was his for as long as he wanted me.

Voss’s voice turned commanding. “Drop the sheet and get on the bed. Hands and knees. Now.”

My hands shook as I let the sheet fall. I crawled onto the massive bed, naked and exposed, and positioned myself on all fours. Voss moved with deliberate calm. He fastened a thick spreader bar between my ankles, forcing my legs wide apart. Then he pulled my wrists back and shackled them to the same bar, folding me into a helpless, face-down, ass-up position. My ass and pussy were completely on display.

He attached a powerful vibrator directly against my clit, securing it tightly in place. The moment he switched it on, a low, steady buzz hummed against my swollen nub.

“Fuck!” I gasped, body jerking. Voss unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off his pants, freeing his thick, heavy cock. He stepped beside the bed, stroking himself slowly as he looked down at my bound, trembling body and my tear-soaked face.

“You look so pretty when you cry.” He said as he took the head of his cock and began slowly smearing my tears across my cheeks, my forehead, my lips. His warm, velvety shaft rubbed my skin, mixing his precum with my tears, marking me. He slapped the heavy meat against my tear-stained face, then dragged it across my eyelids and down to my quivering lips.

The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against my clit. My hips twitched and rolled despite myself. Fresh tears kept falling, and Voss kept using his cock to spread them like obscene war paint

“I own you now, bitch. I’m going to enjoy breaking you. Day by day. Piece by piece. Until the only thing left of that ‘good wife’ is a needy little slut who gets wet remembering how she betrayed everything she loved.”

The vibrations increased. A broken whimper slipped from my throat as pleasure built against my will. Voss kept rubbing his thick cock across my tear-covered face, patient and possessive, while I shook and dripped unable to move.

“I… I hate you,” I choked out between shaky breaths as I continued to cry. Voss chuckled darkly and rubbed the leaking head of his cock right under my eye, smearing the tear across my eyelid and down the bridge of my nose. “Hate me all you want,” he said, voice calm and cruel. “Your cunt doesn’t hate me…”

He dragged his cock down to my lips again and tapped it against them. “Open. Taste your own tears on my dick.” When I hesitated, he pressed forward, sliding his massive head past my trembling lips. I tasted the salty mix of my tears and his precum on my tongue.

“Good girl,” he groaned softly, slowly fucking just the head in and out of my mouth while the vibrator buzzed mercilessly against my clit. “Suck your shame off my cock. That’s right… just like that.”

“Keep crying for me, Emily. Every tear makes my cock harder. Jake’s perfect wife… collared, bound, and dripping while another man uses her face like a fucking rag.” He slapped his heavy cock against my cheek again, the wet sound humiliatingly loud. “Tell me who owns this married body for the next thirty days.”

I moaned brokenly as the vibrations pushed me into a state of sinful bliss, my voice barely coherent. “Y-you… you do…” Voss smiled, dragging his cock slowly from my chin up to my forehead, leaving a shiny trail of tears and precum across my face.

“That’s right… And we’re only getting started.”
He moved behind me then, positioning himself between my forcibly spread legs. I felt the heat of his body and the heavy weight of his cock as he rested it against my ass for a moment. Then he dragged the thick head down through my soaked folds, circling my leaking entrance slowly, teasingly.

Round and round my wet opening his fat dick circled, coating his cockhead in my wet arousal, pressing just enough to part my swollen lips without ever pushing inside. Every slow circle made my denied pussy clench desperately around nothing.

“Feel that?” he growled softly, still teasing my hole with his cock. “This married cunt is drooling for me. Soaking wet and twitching like it knows who it really belongs to now.” He tapped the head firmly against my entrance, then circled again. “I could slide in so easily right now… stretch you open and ruin this pussy while you cry into the sheets.

The vibrator continued its relentless buzz against my clit. Combined with the torturous circling of his thick cock at my entrance, the pleasure built unbearably. My hips tried to push back, seeking more, but the restraints held me in place.
Voss kept teasing me mercilessly, his voice low and taunting.

“Such a greedy little hole. Keep leaking for me, Emily. Show me how badly that married cunt wants to betray Jake.”

I was shaking, my cunt felt so good but I hated this man so much. And here he was rubing his cock all over my wet needy hole. “You… you told me you wouldn’t use my cunt unless I begged…” Voss let out a low, dark chuckle behind me. “You already did, remember?”

He reached for a remote. The large television on the wall in front of the bed flickered to life. My stomach dropped as I realized what was playing.
It was footage from this morning playing on a loop.

There I was… naked, collared, covered in cum and squirt, grinding desperately on the Sybian while Voss’s cock rubbed across my face. My own broken voice was filling the room: “Please ruin my marriage! Please destroy it… please turn me into your cheating slut!

Fresh sobs wracked my body. “Turn it off… please…” I cried, unable to look away from the screen. The shame was soul-crushing. I sounded so desperate, so broken.

While I was staring at the humiliating footage, Voss was done teasing. He lined up the thick head of his cock against my soaked entrance and pushed forward in one slow, relentless thrust.

“OH MY GOD-!” I cried out sharply as he stretched my married pussy wide open. He was so much thicker than Jake. The feeling of my walls being forced apart around his massive cock made my eyes roll back.

*Holy fuck… he’s so big… he’s actually inside me…*
Voss groaned deeply as he buried every inch, bottoming out with his heavy balls pressed against me. “Fuuuck… this married pussy is gripping me like it never wants me to leave.

He started fucking me with long, powerful strokes, stretching me open again and again. The vibrator buzzed hard against my swollen clit while his thick cock pounded into my soaked hole. Wet, obscene slapping sounds filled the room as he drove into me.

My mind was racing. At first, there was shame, horror, and guilt crashing through me as I watched myself begging on the screen. But every deep thrust was knocking those thoughts looser. The pleasure was too intense. Too perfect. I’d never felt anything like it. “*Oh my God… it feels so fucking good…”*

My hips started pushing back to meet him. The more he fucked me, the better it felt. My thoughts grew filthier, hazier, more desperate. *He’s so deep… stretching me out so much… I love how full I feel…*

The trance took over and I was becoming another woman. My eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching myself beg like a whore, but instead of pure horror, the sight started turning me on even more. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his huge pulsing cock.

Voss leaned over me, pounding me harder, his voice rough and filthy in my ear. “Listen to that sloppy cunt. You’re creaming all over my dick, Emily. Such a needy fucking hole.” I moaned louder, drooling onto the sheets, lost in the rhythm. The pleasure kept building, wave after filthy wave.

I was loving it. Craving it. My mind melted further into a cock-drunk trance. *Yes… fuck me harder… I need this… it feels too fucking good…* My thoughts became shameless.

*His cock is ruining me and I love it… I love how deep he goes… I love how wet I am…*
Voss growled, slamming into me with brutal strokes.

“I’m going to cum inside of you, whore. I’m going to fucking flood this tight married pussy.”

The words hit me like a trigger. The orgasm exploded through me without mercy. I screamed into the sheets as my cunt spasmed violently around his thick cock, squeezing and milking him as pure ecstasy ripped through my body. My eyes rolled back, toes curled, whole body shaking uncontrollably in the restraints while the most intense orgasm of my life tore me apart.

Voss groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt. I felt his cock throb and pulse as he pumped thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside me, filling my married pussy until it was overflowing.
I kept cumming around him, moaning like a broken whore, completely lost in filthy, mind-melting pleasure.

Voss stayed buried deep inside me for a long moment, his cock still twitching as the last drops of his cum filled my pussy. When he finally pulled out, a thick rush of his seed leaked from my stretched hole and ran down my thighs.

I was panting, trembling, mind still floating in a warm, filthy afterglow. The shame was there… but it felt distant, drowned beneath the lingering pleasure pulsing through my body.

Voss moved in front of me again, his heavy, glistening cock right in front of my face -slick with our combined juices. I stared at it, breathing hard. Something inside me had shifted. Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out in a soft, needy whisper: “…Let me clean it.”

Voss raised an eyebrow, a dark, satisfied smile spreading across his face. I licked my lips, eyes locked on his cum covered cock. My voice came out smaller, but no less eager.“ Please… let me clean your cock. I want to suck it clean.”

Voss gripped my hair gently and pulled my head forward. I opened my mouth obediently and took him between my lips, tasting the messy mix of his cum and my own creamy juices. I moaned softly around his thickness as I began to lick and suck him clean, eyes fluttering half-closed.

What am I doing…? But… I want it?

Voss stroked my hair almost tenderly while I worshipped his cock with my tongue. “Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s a very promising start, Emily.”

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The next few days blurred into a fever dream of guilt and dripping need.

I threw myself into being the perfect wife, cooking Paul’s favorite meals, surprising him with back rubs after work, riding him slow and sweet in the shower while whispering how much I loved him. Every “I love you” felt like a prayer and a knife at the same time. He glowed under my attention, pulling me close at night and telling me I was his forever. I meant it when I said it back. I still do. Paul is my heart, my safe place, the man I would die for.
But my body had tasted something darker, and it was starving.

At work, Marcus did not even pretend anymore. He would brush against me in the hallway, his hand grazing my ass, or text me filthy reminders under the conference table: “That married pussy still dripping for me?” I would clench my thighs and feel fresh slickness ruin my panties while smiling at my colleagues like nothing was wrong.

By Thursday I was a live wire. I had fingered myself raw in the bathroom stall twice already, biting my lip to stay quiet while picturing Marcus bending me over. The guilt only made me wetter. *Paul loves me so much,* I would think, circling my swollen clit. *And I am touching myself at work because another man’s fingers were inside me two days ago.* The shame hit like lightning, and I came so hard my knees buckled.

That afternoon, just after lunch, my phone buzzed on my desk. My heart slammed against my ribs before I even looked. It was Marcus. “Meet me at the diamond hotel at 5 pm. You know what is coming.”

The words hit me like a shockwave. My pussy clenched hard, a fresh gush of wetness soaking through my panties instantly. The hotel. Not the office. No quick risk. A whole evening of deliberate, planned betrayal. My hands shook as I stared at the screen, nipples hardening against my bra. I could already imagine his thick cock stretching me, owning me for hours while Paul waited at home.

*Oh god. What am I doing?* My mind screamed, but my body was already answering, throbbing, aching, leaking for it. The sick thrill raced through me like fire. I was evolving fast. The loving wife who once felt crushing guilt was turning into something filthy and addicted. Betraying Paul did not just feel good anymore. It felt necessary.
I took a shaky breath and typed back with trembling fingers: “I will be there.”

The rest of the afternoon crawled by. Every minute my heart pounded harder. My married cunt stayed slick and swollen, my clit rubbing torturously against my panties with every step. I kept picturing Paul’s trusting face while I let another man ruin me. My thighs were sticky by 3 pm.

At 4:15 I called Paul, my voice sweet and steady even as adrenaline surged through me.
“Hey baby,” I said warmly. “Something important came up at work, a huge client emergency. It is going to be a really late night. I might not be home until after midnight, maybe even later. I am so sorry.”

Paul’s voice was pure understanding and love. “No worries at all, Kate. I know how hard you work. Take your time, I will keep dinner warm and wait up for you. Love you so much. Be safe, okay?”
His kindness made my heart twist with guilt, and that guilt made my pussy flutter with dark, wicked heat. “I love you too,” I whispered, my voice catching slightly. “More than anything in this world.”

I hung up, heart racing like a drum in my chest, thump thump thump, so loud I was sure the whole office could hear it. My cheeks burned. My nipples were diamonds. Between my legs, I was a soaked, cheating mess. Telling the lie out loud had made it real. I was choosing this. Choosing to give my married cunt to Marcus while my devoted husband waited at home thinking I was working late. The rush was intoxicating.

By 4:45 I was in my car, thighs squeezed together, breathing fast, still wearing my work blouse and skirt with no time to change. The drive to the upscale downtown Marriott right by the office felt electric. Every red light I used to rub my aching clit through my skirt, biting back moans. *Paul’s perfect wife is driving straight from work to a hotel to get fucked by another man.* The thought made me whimper.

I arrived at 5:02. Marcus was waiting in the lobby with a dark, knowing smirk. He did not say much, just took my hand, led me to the elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor suite. The second the doors closed he shoved me against the wall, kissing me ravenously, his hand diving under my skirt to cup my drenched, married pussy.
“Fuck, you are soaked already,” he growled against my mouth. “That loving husband of yours has no idea his wife is this wet for me right after leaving the office.”

I moaned into his kiss, grinding shamelessly against his fingers as the elevator rose. My heart was pounding so hard I felt dizzy with lust and shame and raw, filthy excitement.

The room door barely clicked shut before he had me stripped naked, my work clothes scattered across the floor. He stayed mostly dressed, just unzipping his pants and pulling out his massive cock. God. It was huge. Easily nine inches of thick, veiny meat, the head swollen and angry, already drooling precum. It looked obscene next to my small frame, far bigger than Paul’s. My mouth went dry even as my pussy wept with fresh arousal.

Marcus pushed me onto the king sized bed on my back, spreading my legs obscenely wide. He climbed between my thighs and dragged that massive cockhead up and down my soaked folds. Slowly. Teasingly. He slapped the heavy shaft against my swollen clit repeatedly, making me jerk and whine like a bitch in heat. My married pussy was drooling for him, lips puffy and parted, hole winking desperately around nothing.

“Beg for it, Kate,” he said, voice low and cruel. “I want you to say it. Tell me you love betraying the man you love right now. Say it, and I will give this married cunt what it needs.”

I whimpered, hips twitching, trying to chase that enormous cock. My heart hammered with shame. “Marcus. Please. I can’t.”

He kept sliding his huge shaft between my slick folds, coating every veiny inch in my juices, bumping and grinding against my clit on every pass but never pushing inside. The teasing was maddening. I was losing my mind, panting and sweating.

“Say it,” he ordered, pressing the fat head right against my entrance, stretching me open just a fraction before pulling back. “Tell me you love betraying the man you love right now. Or I will keep teasing this sloppy married hole all night.”

The words stuck in my throat at first. I was shaking with lust, my cunt clenching around nothing. Tears of frustration and shame pricked my eyes. “I. I love Paul,” I gasped, voice breaking. “He is my everything. My perfect husband.”

Marcus chuckled darkly and dragged his massive cock through my folds again, slower, letting me feel every ridge and vein. “Keep going. Deeper please.”

My hips bucked wildly. The teasing was unbearable. Lust was burning away my resistance. “I am. …I am a terrible wife,” I whispered, barely audible. “Paul trusts me completely and I am here. Spreading my legs for you.”

“Louder,” he growled, nudging just the fat head inside me, stretching me painfully wide, before pulling back out. “Tell me how good it feels to ruin your marriage.”

I was going crazy. My hands fisted the sheets, my back arching. “It feels so good,” I moaned, voice cracking. “My married pussy is so wet for your huge cock. Paul has never made me this soaked. Oh god, I am sorry Paul.”

Marcus groaned in approval and pushed another two inches in, stretching my walls obscenely, then stopped again. “More. Tell me you love betraying the man you love right now.”

The words poured out faster now, shame twisting into sick pleasure. “I love betraying the man I love... I am betraying him. I love him so much but this feels better. My cunt is throbbing for your massive cock instead of his.”

He rewarded me by sinking halfway in. The insane fullness made me cry out. I was breaking.
“Keep talking, slut. Tell Paul how sorry you are while I ruin you.” My mind was melting. Lust had taken over. “I am so sorry, Paul!” I sobbed, hips grinding up to take more of that huge cock. “I am letting another man stretch your wife’s cunt. It feels so fucking good. I am a filthy cheating whore. Fuck my marriage away, Marcus, please!”

That was the breaking point. He slammed the rest of his enormous cock into me in one brutal thrust, bottoming out against my cervix.

I screamed. The climax hit me like a freight train, violent, shattering, mind breaking. My married walls clamped down around his huge shaft as wave after wave of sick, euphoric pleasure tore through me. “Fuck my marriage away! I am so sorry Paul! I am so sorry but it feels too good! Your huge cock is ruining me! Fuck it feels so good to be sick!”

I yelled, the shocking words ripping out of me as my pussy convulsed and squirted around him, soaking the sheets. “I am betraying the man I love most and it feels so fucking good to be this sick! Yes! I am in love with betraying him!”

The shock of hearing those words come out of my own mouth while my pussy convulsed around him sent me spiraling even harder. I came so intensely I squirted around his cock, my whole body seizing in betrayal fueled ecstasy.

Marcus did not hold back anymore. He fucked me like a man possessed, long, deep, punishing strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the room as my juices coated his heavy balls. He pinned my legs back, folding me in half, pounding that massive cock straight down into my womb with every thrust.

“That is my good little married whore,” he snarled, spanking my ass red. “Feel how your cheating cunt sucks me in? Paul could never fuck you like this.”
I was gone. Completely broken and loving every second. “No. He could not. Harder! Ruin me!” I moaned like a whore, nails raking down his back. Every thrust dragged another filthy confession out of me. “I love Paul more than anything. But I need your huge cock. I am going to keep betraying him. My married pussy belongs to you now. Fuck it feels so good to be a sick cheating wife! I am in love with betraying him!”

He fucked me through orgasm after orgasm, doggy style with my hair yanked back so I could see my wedding ring, then against the window with my tits pressed to the glass while the city lights blurred below, then riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch my married cunt swallow every inch. He came deep inside me twice, flooding my depths with thick, hot loads that made my belly feel full.

Hours later, exhausted and wrecked, we collapsed onto the bed. I lay on my back, legs spread, cum leaking steadily from my ruined, gaping pussy. Marcus pulled me against his chest, one strong arm around me, and lazily scooped some of his thick seed from my leaking hole with two fingers. He brought them to my lips.

“Open,” he murmured, voice dark and corrupting. “Taste what your marriage tastes like now.”
I hesitated only a second before sucking his fingers clean, moaning softly at the salty, filthy flavor. He fed me more, again and again, pushing his cum deeper into my mouth while whispering how I was forever changed.

In that moment, something switched inside me, crystal clear, terrifying, and liberating. I would love Paul forever. He was my heart, my best friend, the man I would always come home to. That love was not going anywhere.

But I also loved this. The beautiful, sick betrayal of adultery. The way my married cunt throbbed harder because it belonged to Paul. The electric guilt that turned every thrust into pure ecstasy. I was not just cheating anymore. I was embracing the corruption. I needed both. Paul’s pure love and the filthy thrill of destroying it in secret.

I am addicted now.

I left the hotel well past 11 pm, legs shaky, pussy sore and still leaking, body marked with bites and bruises I would have to hide. My heart was still racing as I drove home, the reality sinking in deeper with every mile.

I walked through the door past midnight. Paul was half asleep on the couch waiting for me, just like he promised. He pulled me into his arms with that pure, adoring smile. “Long night, baby? I missed you.”

I kissed him deeply, my mouth still tasting of another man’s cum, my cunt still full of his loads. “I missed you too,” I whispered, already feeling fresh heat building between my legs at the fresh betrayal.

I am not fighting it anymore.

**Part 4 coming soon**

[trigger warning - there is a reference to a suicide in the story. If you wish to continue, enjoy.]

The heavy door clicked shut behind Richard Voss, leaving the house in sudden, ringing silence except for my own broken sobs. I sat there impaled on the Sybian, my pussy still fluttering and aching around the thick, motionless dildo. Thick ropes of his cum cooled on my face, mixing with Sophia’s squirt that dripped from my chin onto my breasts. My wedding ring felt like it was burning a hole through my finger.

I couldn’t stay here like this. With shaking legs I lifted myself off the machine. The fat dildo slid out of me with a wet, obscene sound, leaving my empty cunt clenching desperately around nothing. A fresh gush of my own juices ran down my thighs. I didn’t even try to clean myself. I just ran.

I barely made it out of the dining room before my legs started to give out. Cum and squirt streaked down my thighs as I stumbled up the grand staircase, the steel ring on my collar bouncing against my chest with every frantic step. The second I reached my suite I slammed the door shut, and collapsed against the cold marble floor.

Heavy sobs of agony tore out of me that sounded like a woman mourning the death of a loved one.
I crawled on hands and knees to the bathroom and dragged myself up in front of the mirror. The woman staring back was barely recognizable. My carefully applied makeup was ruined… black streaks ran down my cheeks, mixing with thick ropes of Voss’s cum that painted my face, lips, and breasts. Sophia’s squirt had left shiny, wet trails across my skin. My nipples were still stiff. My smooth, married pussy was awollen and visibly leaking.Then I looked down and saw my wedding ring shining like it was mocking me from my finger.

I covered my mouth, horrified. “Oh my God… Jake… what have I done?”

The memory of my own voice begging Voss to ruin my marriage replayed in my head on a loop. The way I had cried out for his cock. The way I had thanked him with my tongue while covered in his load. I had broken my vow on the very first day. Fresh tears spilled over, cutting clean paths through the mess on my face.

A soft knock sounded. Then the door opened.
Sophia stepped inside, still shamelesly naked except for her matching collar. Her expression was gentle at first… she seemed almost concerned. She closed the door quietly and approached me slowly.

“Emily… sweetheart, breathe,” she said softly. She reached out and gently brushed a tear-streaked lock of hair from my face. “I know. I know exactly how you feel right now. The shame is crushing, isn’t it? Like your chest is caving in. Like you’re watching yourself become someone you hate.”

Her voice was warm and sympathetic. For a moment she just held my gaze, letting me cry. She even pulled me into a soft hug, pressing my cum-covered cheek against her bare shoulder while I shook. “I cried for hours after my first real breaking too,” she murmured, stroking my back. “It’s okay to feel it. Let it out.”

I clung to her for a few seconds, desperate for any comfort. As she spoke to me, her hand drifted down her own body and she began slowly circling her clit with two fingers.

“I was a newlywed when Daddy claimed me,” she continued, her voice growing thicker with arousal. “Eleven months married. My husband -his name was Michael… he honestly was such a good man. Kind. Supportive. We were trying to start a family.”
She slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly as she kept talking. Her breathing grew heavier.

“Daddy took his time breaking me… but by the third week I was gone. Daddy taught me that awful things make my cunt wet. He was right. It was my idea to show Michael the truth about me in a way that would destroy him. I didn’t want to simply leave him... my cunt needed me to do it in the worst way imaginable. So we invited him here to the estate under the pretense that he would just take me home.”

Sophia’s fingers moved faster, wet sounds filling the luxurious bathroom. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.

“Michael showed up full of hope. Daddy made him sit in a chair and then told me he released me and I was free to go… but I took off all my clothes and told Michael to watch while Daddy fucked me right in front of him. I looked my husband in the eyes the entire time and told him every filthy detail of the past 30 days… how much bigger Daddy’s cock was, how many times I had cum for him, how I screamed Daddy’s name when I came, how I was never going back to our little life. He begged me to come home.

“I looked my poor husband right in the eyes and told him the truth… I don’t love you anymore… not the way I love Daddy’s huge cock and I’m happier being a collared whore than I ever was as your wife. Michael started crying, begging me to stop, and to come home. The devastated look on his face made Daddy’s cock throb inside me. I smiled at my broken husband and told him I didn’t want his soft little dick anymore. I only want to be Daddy’s dumb whore now.”

“That was what finally pushed Daddy over the edge. He gripped my hips and came inside me… flooding my pussy with his thick, superior cum. The feeling of him pulsing and pumping inside me while my husband watched was too much for me... I orgasmed smiling at my husband while my cheating cunt milked every drop from Daddy’s cock.”

Sophia’s moans grew louder as she fucked herself, her fingers plunging deeper and deeper inside of her sloppy hole.The she continued the awful story.

“Two weeks later… he killed himself. Hung himself in our old home. Daddy was fucking me when he told me the news and my sick cunt came instantly thinking about it. Now when I remember the look on Michael’s face while I destroyed him… it just makes my sick cunt throb.”

Sophia looked at me with glossy, aroused eyes, still shamelessly fingering herself. “You have no idea how much happier I am now that I’m Daddy’s property. I don’t have to think anymore. He doesn’t let me be decent… he rewards my sick cunt with pleasure every time I’m disgusting for him. It feels so fucking good to be a dumb whore, Emily.”

I stared at her in pure horror, my stomach twisting violently. “You’re sick… what the hell is wrong with you? With both of you? I’m leaving. I’m calling for the car right now and getting out of this hell before Voss gets back. The money isn’t worth this. I can’t lose Jake.”

Sophia smiled softly, still lazily pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. “You can’t go, Emily.”
“The contract says I can leave anytime,” I insisted, voice shaking. “The money isn’t worth losing my husband. I love him.”

Sophia’s sympathetic voice changed to a cruel tone suddenly. “If you leave now, you’ll lose the money and Jake. You can’t take back what’s already happened. You can’t unsay the things you begged for earlier… you were on your knees, covered in cum, crying for Daddy to ruin your marriage. That version of you already exists. Jake could leave you the second he finds out… and then you’ll have no husband and no money. Tyler gets nothing. You’ll have destroyed everything for nothing.”

The truth of her words sank in like lead. I sank down onto the edge of the tub, head in my hands, sobbing again.

Sophia watched me quietly for a long moment, still gently touching herself. “The smartest thing you can do is ride it out,” she said finally. “Stay the thirty days. Get the money for Tyler. Save your family financially. Then go home and pray that Jake can forgive you for whatever else you end up doing here. At least you’ll have security.”

I sat there shaking, torn apart inside. Everything felt impossible. But leaving now would make it all pointless. She was right. I had already crossed lines I could never walk back.

She touched me as her voice started to sound almost affectionate again. “We’re going to be such good friends, you and I. We’re going to make each other’s cunts feel so good as we serve Daddy together.”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of tears.
I stayed wrapped in the silk sheets on the massive bed, curled into a tight ball. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Michael’s face from Sophia’s story and thought of my sweet Jake. Every time I breathed I tasted Voss’s cum on my tongue.

I cried until my eyes were swollen and my throat was raw. I whispered so many apologies to Jake that no one would ever hear. I thought about calling for the car a dozen times… but Sophia’s words kept echoing in my head.

You’ll lose the money and Jake.

By the time evening came, I was exhausted, hollow, and still wrapped in nothing but a white bed sheet when the bedroom door opened without a knock.
Richard Voss stepped inside, still dressed in a tailored charcoal suit from whatever event he’d attended. Like usual, he looked calm, powerful, and he was in complete control. His sharp blue eyes found me immediately.

“Emily,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I apologize for being gone so long. Another charity matter required my attention… as you know, I’m a very generous man and I made a significant offer to a couple in need. But I’m home now. And I’m entirely focused on you.”

I clutched the sheet tighter around my naked body, fresh tears stinging my eyes. The sight of him made my stomach twist with a confusing mix of fear, anger, and unwanted heat.

“I hate you,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I hate what you’re doing to me.”

Voss didn’t look surprised or offended. He simply loosened his tie and walked closer, studying my tear-streaked, puffy face. “I understand. Would you rather leave then?” he asked calmly. “The car can be here in ten minutes. No one will stop you.”
Hope flickered for half a second… until he continued.

“But before you decide, you should know something. Every inch of this estate is under continuous video and audio recording. Every room. Every conversation. Every degrading little moment since you arrived.” He smiled faintly. “Including this morning. Your begging. Your tongue on my cock. The way you came apart on the Sybian while you asked me to fuck you and ruin your marriage.”

My blood ran cold.

“If you choose to leave right now,” he continued, “I will compile the most relevant footage and send it directly to Jake. He’ll see and hear everything. I assure you… it will crush him. Completely.”

I felt the color drain from my face. Tears spilled silently down my cheeks.

Voss stepped even closer, towering over me. “If you stay and complete the thirty days as agreed… Jake may never have to see the worst of it. Not unless… you decide you want him to know. That choice will be yours as you become more honest with yourself.” I had no real choice left. Not anymore. I now knew I was his for as long as he wanted me.

Voss’s voice turned commanding. “Drop the sheet and get on the bed. Hands and knees. Now.”

My hands shook as I let the sheet fall. I crawled onto the massive bed, naked and exposed, and positioned myself on all fours. Voss moved with deliberate calm. He fastened a thick spreader bar between my ankles, forcing my legs wide apart. Then he pulled my wrists back and shackled them to the same bar, folding me into a helpless, face-down, ass-up position. My ass and pussy were completely on display.

He attached a powerful vibrator directly against my clit, securing it tightly in place. The moment he switched it on, a low, steady buzz hummed against my swollen nub.

“Fuck!” I gasped, body jerking. Voss unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off his pants, freeing his thick, heavy cock. He stepped beside the bed, stroking himself slowly as he looked down at my bound, trembling body and my tear-soaked face.

“You look so pretty when you cry.” He said as he took the head of his cock and began slowly smearing my tears across my cheeks, my forehead, my lips. His warm, velvety shaft rubbed my skin, mixing his precum with my tears, marking me. He slapped the heavy meat against my tear-stained face, then dragged it across my eyelids and down to my quivering lips.

The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against my clit. My hips twitched and rolled despite myself. Fresh tears kept falling, and Voss kept using his cock to spread them like obscene war paint

“I own you now, bitch. I’m going to enjoy breaking you. Day by day. Piece by piece. Until the only thing left of that ‘good wife’ is a needy little slut who gets wet remembering how she betrayed everything she loved.”

The vibrations increased. A broken whimper slipped from my throat as pleasure built against my will. Voss kept rubbing his thick cock across my tear-covered face, patient and possessive, while I shook and dripped unable to move.

“I… I hate you,” I choked out between shaky breaths as I continued to cry. Voss chuckled darkly and rubbed the leaking head of his cock right under my eye, smearing the tear across my eyelid and down the bridge of my nose. “Hate me all you want,” he said, voice calm and cruel. “Your cunt doesn’t hate me…”

He dragged his cock down to my lips again and tapped it against them. “Open. Taste your own tears on my dick.” When I hesitated, he pressed forward, sliding his massive head past my trembling lips. I tasted the salty mix of my tears and his precum on my tongue.

“Good girl,” he groaned softly, slowly fucking just the head in and out of my mouth while the vibrator buzzed mercilessly against my clit. “Suck your shame off my cock. That’s right… just like that.”

“Keep crying for me, Emily. Every tear makes my cock harder. Jake’s perfect wife… collared, bound, and dripping while another man uses her face like a fucking rag.” He slapped his heavy cock against my cheek again, the wet sound humiliatingly loud. “Tell me who owns this married body for the next thirty days.”

I moaned brokenly as the vibrations pushed me into a state of sinful bliss, my voice barely coherent. “Y-you… you do…” Voss smiled, dragging his cock slowly from my chin up to my forehead, leaving a shiny trail of tears and precum across my face.

“That’s right… And we’re only getting started.”
He moved behind me then, positioning himself between my forcibly spread legs. I felt the heat of his body and the heavy weight of his cock as he rested it against my ass for a moment. Then he dragged the thick head down through my soaked folds, circling my leaking entrance slowly, teasingly.

Round and round my wet opening his fat dick circled, coating his cockhead in my wet arousal, pressing just enough to part my swollen lips without ever pushing inside. Every slow circle made my denied pussy clench desperately around nothing.

“Feel that?” he growled softly, still teasing my hole with his cock. “This married cunt is drooling for me. Soaking wet and twitching like it knows who it really belongs to now.” He tapped the head firmly against my entrance, then circled again. “I could slide in so easily right now… stretch you open and ruin this pussy while you cry into the sheets.

The vibrator continued its relentless buzz against my clit. Combined with the torturous circling of his thick cock at my entrance, the pleasure built unbearably. My hips tried to push back, seeking more, but the restraints held me in place.
Voss kept teasing me mercilessly, his voice low and taunting.

“Such a greedy little hole. Keep leaking for me, Emily. Show me how badly that married cunt wants to betray Jake.”

I was shaking, my cunt felt so good but I hated this man so much. And here he was rubing his cock all over my wet needy hole. “You… you told me you wouldn’t use my cunt unless I begged…” Voss let out a low, dark chuckle behind me. “You already did, remember?”

He reached for a remote. The large television on the wall in front of the bed flickered to life. My stomach dropped as I realized what was playing.
It was footage from this morning playing on a loop.

There I was… naked, collared, covered in cum and squirt, grinding desperately on the Sybian while Voss’s cock rubbed across my face. My own broken voice was filling the room: “Please ruin my marriage! Please destroy it… please turn me into your cheating slut!

Fresh sobs wracked my body. “Turn it off… please…” I cried, unable to look away from the screen. The shame was soul-crushing. I sounded so desperate, so broken.

While I was staring at the humiliating footage, Voss was done teasing. He lined up the thick head of his cock against my soaked entrance and pushed forward in one slow, relentless thrust.

“OH MY GOD-!” I cried out sharply as he stretched my married pussy wide open. He was so much thicker than Jake. The feeling of my walls being forced apart around his massive cock made my eyes roll back.

Holy fuck… he’s so big… he’s actually inside me…
Voss groaned deeply as he buried every inch, bottoming out with his heavy balls pressed against me. “Fuuuck… this married pussy is gripping me like it never wants me to leave.

He started fucking me with long, powerful strokes, stretching me open again and again. The vibrator buzzed hard against my swollen clit while his thick cock pounded into my soaked hole. Wet, obscene slapping sounds filled the room as he drove into me.

My mind was racing. At first, there was shame, horror, and guilt crashing through me as I watched myself begging on the screen. But every deep thrust was knocking those thoughts looser. The pleasure was too intense. Too perfect. I’d never felt anything like it. “Oh my God… it feels so fucking good…”

My hips started pushing back to meet him. The more he fucked me, the better it felt. My thoughts grew filthier, hazier, more desperate. He’s so deep… stretching me out so much… I love how full I feel…

The trance took over and I was becoming another woman. My eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching myself beg like a whore, but instead of pure horror, the sight started turning me on even more. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his huge pulsing cock.

Voss leaned over me, pounding me harder, his voice rough and filthy in my ear. “Listen to that sloppy cunt. You’re creaming all over my dick, Emily. Such a needy fucking hole.” I moaned louder, drooling onto the sheets, lost in the rhythm. The pleasure kept building, wave after filthy wave.

I was loving it. Craving it. My mind melted further into a cock-drunk trance. Yes… fuck me harder… I need this… it feels too fucking good… My thoughts became shameless.

His cock is ruining me and I love it… I love how deep he goes… I love how wet I am…
Voss growled, slamming into me with brutal strokes.

“I’m going to cum inside of you, whore. I’m going to fucking flood this tight married pussy.”

The words hit me like a trigger. The orgasm exploded through me without mercy. I screamed into the sheets as my cunt spasmed violently around his thick cock, squeezing and milking him as pure ecstasy ripped through my body. My eyes rolled back, toes curled, whole body shaking uncontrollably in the restraints while the most intense orgasm of my life tore me apart.

Voss groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt. I felt his cock throb and pulse as he pumped thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside me, filling my married pussy until it was overflowing.
I kept cumming around him, moaning like a broken whore, completely lost in filthy, mind-melting pleasure.

Voss stayed buried deep inside me for a long moment, his cock still twitching as the last drops of his cum filled my pussy. When he finally pulled out, a thick rush of his seed leaked from my stretched hole and ran down my thighs.

I was panting, trembling, mind still floating in a warm, filthy afterglow. The shame was there… but it felt distant, drowned beneath the lingering pleasure pulsing through my body.

Voss moved in front of me again, his heavy, glistening cock right in front of my face -slick with our combined juices. I stared at it, breathing hard. Something inside me had shifted. Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out in a soft, needy whisper: “…Let me clean it.”

Voss raised an eyebrow, a dark, satisfied smile spreading across his face. I licked my lips, eyes locked on his cum covered cock. My voice came out smaller, but no less eager.“ Please… let me clean your cock. I want to suck it clean.”

Voss gripped my hair gently and pulled my head forward. I opened my mouth obediently and took him between my lips, tasting the messy mix of his cum and my own creamy juices. I moaned softly around his thickness as I began to lick and suck him clean, eyes fluttering half-closed.

What am I doing…? But… I want it?

Voss stroked my hair almost tenderly while I worshipped his cock with my tongue. “Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s a very promising start, Emily.”

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The morning after I sent that obscene photo to Marcus… my wedding ring glistening with my own wetness… I woke up tangled in Paul’s loving arms. He was still asleep, breathing softly against my hair, one hand resting protectively on my waist. My perfect husband. The man who still looked at me like I was the center of his world.

I felt sick with guilt. But my body remembered every second of what I’d done the night before. I slipped out of bed quietly, showered, and tried to scrub the shame away. It didn’t work. Every time I moved, I felt how wet I still was.

Paul made me breakfast like always… eggs exactly the way I like them, fresh fruit, and that extra-foamy coffee. He kissed my temple and said, “You’ve been working so hard lately, baby. I’m proud of you.” I nearly cried right there at the table. Instead I pulled him close and kissed him deeply, trying to pour all my love into it. He smiled against his lips, completely trusting, completely unaware.

At work, the tension with Marcus was unbearable. Every glance, every low-voiced comment felt like a live wire. I told myself I would shut it down today. I had to.

But during a private review in the small meeting room, he locked the door. The click echoed like a gunshot. “Marcus, we can’t keep doing this,” I whispered, my voice already shaking. “I love my husband. This is wrong.” He stepped close, towering over me. “I know you love him, Kate. That’s why this feels so good to you.”

Before I could pull back, he cupped my face and kissed me… bold, hot, and unapologetic. I was stunned and in complete shock as his mouth claimed mine completely, with his tongue pushing past my lips and into my mouth.

Everything froze. I knew I had to pull away. This was the line. My mind screamed at me to stop.
But in that split second something happened…

I didn’t pull away.

I sucked on his tongue…

Slowly at first… I was tentative and shocked at myself. Then greedier, deeper, drawing him in with needy pulls as a broken, hungry sound escaped me. My body betrayed me completely while my brain reeled in disbelief.

Marcus groaned into my mouth and walked me backward until my hips hit the table. His hands moved fast… sliding under my skirt, hooking my panties roughly to the side, and exposing my bare, married cunt to the cool office air. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured against my lips, thick fingers gliding through my slick folds. He rubbed my clit in slow, deliberate circles, then pushed two fingers deep inside me, curling them perfectly. My juices coated his hand instantly. I moaned into his mouth, hips twitching against his hand while my mind spun in chaos.

I was right on the edge, grinding shamelessly, when we both froze.

Footsteps in the hall. Voices. Someone was coming.

Marcus pulled back immediately, wiping his fingers as he gave me one last dark, satisfied smile before he slipped out the door.

I stood there trembling, skirt disheveled, panties askew, and my married pussy still throbbing and dripping. The weight of what I had chosen to do crashed over me in that moment.

I quickly fixed my clothes and ran to the bathroom. Locked in a stall, I cried… silent, heaving sobs that wracked my whole body. What have I done? Paul… I’m so sorry. I love you. I love you so much.
But even through the tears, my clit pulsed with need. The shame and guilt of what had just transpired only made it worse.

That night Paul greeted me with a warm hug and a soft kiss on the forehead. “Missed you, baby.” He had dimmed the living room lights and pulled out the old photo album from our early dating days. We curled up on the couch, his arm around me, gently rubbing my shoulder as we flipped through the pages. For a little while I almost felt normal again.

Later, when the album was set aside, Paul turned to me with that gentle, loving look. He kissed me slowly, deeply, and I could feel how much he wanted me… his hands sliding under my shirt with tender hunger. “God, I love you, Kate,” he whispered. “You’re my everything.”

We moved to the bedroom. He made love to me the way only Paul could… slow, attentive, full of affection. As he positioned himself between my legs and slowly pushed inside me, he looked into my eyes and said it again: “I love you so much, baby.”

In that moment, while making love with my husband, the memory slammed into me like a freight train. Just hours earlier I had been in that meeting room sucking on Marcus’s tongue while his fingers were buried inside the very same cunt Paul was now making love to so sweetly.

What is wrong with me? I thought, clinging to Paul tighter, kissing him back with desperate passion. I loved him more than anything. He is my world. My best friend. Yet here I was, still dreaming of the ghost of another man’s fingers stretching me, still tasting the betrayal on my tongue… and it was making me drip even more around my husband’s cock.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as pleasure built. There was so much guilt it was crushing… but the sex felt sharper, hotter, and more electric than it had in a long time. The contrast of Paul’s loving, tender thrusts against the filthy memory of Marcus tasting me and fingering me sent wicked sparks racing through my body.

God… was I actually getting off harder because of what I had done today?

That thought should have killed me. Instead a shocking wave of heat flooded my cheating cunt. The guilt and shame weren’t punishing me… they were making me throb and ache with filthy pleasure. In that crystal-clear instant, I understood my truth… betraying Paul was turning me on like nothing else ever had. My body was responding to the sin.

I whispered “I love you” breathlessly as my orgasm hit… harder then I had in months. My pussy clenched violently around Paul while my mind betrayed me completely. In that shattering moment, I wasn’t just thinking about Marcus in that meeting room. More than that.. I was wishing he had fucked me right there on the meeting room table… wishing he had filled me with his thick cock while my husband waited at home. I wished I had cheated on him more.

I hated how much I loved it. What kind of wife gets off this hard on her husband’s cock while secretly craving another man’s? The realization made me moan louder, my nails digging into Paul’s back as wave after wave crashed through me. My body shook with both ecstasy and the terrifying thrill of how fast I was spiraling.

He held me afterward, stroking my hair, completely unaware. I lay there in his arms, safe and loved, wondering how much longer I could keep this hidden…

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I turned a neglected married woman into my personal cheating slut over the past couple of years, and on this night I took her corruption to a whole new level.

She was nervous but I knew she could handle it. All I told her was I have something special planned and she should tell her husband she’s going out late with the girls after work. She did as she was told and she was a wet mess that day wondering what would happen to her.

After work I picked her up in the parking lot. As soon as she got in the car she looked at me curiously. “Where are we going?” she asked, already nervous. I smiled and told her we were going to a special dinner and that I wanted her to be my good girl tonight. She bit her lip but did not press for more details. A few minutes later I ordered her to get completely naked as we drove. She hesitated only for a second before stripping off every piece of clothing. I reached over and started rubbing her clit in slow, firm circles. Her breathing grew heavy and her mind started to switch off from the constant pleasure.

When we pulled into the driveway she saw the other cars and froze. “There are people here,” she whispered, voice full of nerves. I could see the realization hitting her that this was going to be far more than a normal dinner. She could not believe this was really happening to her. I rubbed her clit a little harder for a moment, then told her to stay focused and trust me.

I put her collar and leash on her, let her wear her coat for the short walk from the garage, and made her crawl on all fours behind me into the house. The host and his friend were dressed nicely and clearly pleased when they saw her. Their two women wore sexy lingerie. I took off my coat and told my slut to drop hers as well, leaving her fully exposed. The men cheered at the sight of her naked body and collar. I walked her around the room on the leash so everyone could get a good look at her dripping cunt.

I made her assume a proper presentation position in the center of the room, face down on the floor with her ass up high. While they inspected her I reached between her legs and felt her soaked cunt. She trembled under my touch as I rubbed her slowly in front of everyone. I leaned down and asked her, “What do you think is going to happen to you here today?”

She looked up at me, trembling, and answered in a shaky voice, “I am going to be passed around and used by everyone, aren’t I?”

I smiled wickedly and told her she was such a smart slut. While everyone’s eyes watched her, I slowly rubbed her wet pussy, making her moan and shake with embarrassment and arousal.

The other two women served drinks and brought dinner to the table. While the four of us sat down to eat, I ordered my married slut onto the floor right beside us. She knelt on all fours and reached back with both hands, spreading her ass and cunt open for everyone to see. As we ate and talked, the men took turns spanking her exposed ass or rubbing the sole of their dress shoes against her dripping cunt, occasionally pressing a toe against her clit and making her whimper and tremble while she stayed in position like a good display piece.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Tell them what excuse you gave your husband tonight,” I said.

She answered clearly, “My husband thinks I am out with the girls tonight.”

I smiled and continued eating. “Good girl. Now tell them why you are actually here with your cunt dripping.”

“He has no idea I am a cheating whore who needs bigger cocks,” she replied, voice shaking with humiliation.

Later I ordered her to crawl under the table. She obeyed immediately and positioned herself between my legs. While the rest of us enjoyed dinner and conversation, my slut pulled my cock out and began sucking me slowly and deeply. Her warm, wet mouth worked my shaft the entire time we ate. Every so often I would push her head down further until she gagged quietly around me. The feeling of her throat squeezing my cock while I casually talked with the others was perfect.

When dinner finally ended the energy in the house had changed completely. We all moved downstairs to the playroom. The three women knelt and began kissing each other while we stood around them, stroking our hard cocks and occasionally slapping them across their faces.

I wasted no time pushing my married slut onto her back on the large bed. The host got between her spread legs and drove his thick cock into her soaked pussy in one smooth stroke. She moaned loudly as he started fucking her. I knelt by her head and fed her my cock, enjoying the way she struggled to take us both.

We used her hard and deep for a long time, switching positions constantly to keep her overwhelmed.

The host fucked her pussy in long, powerful strokes while I used her throat. Then I took her pussy and filled it with my cock, pounding her while the third man made her gag on him. At one point we had her completely filled…. one cock in her mouth, one in her pussy, and fingers stretching her ass. She shook violently as the sensations overwhelmed her.

We flipped her onto all fours. The host slid back into her cunt while I pushed into her ass. The third man rotated between her mouth and slapping his cock on her face. As we double-penetrated her, her moans turned into desperate, muffled screams. One of the women crawled over and sucked on her nipples while we fucked her. The combination made my slut squirt hard all over the bed, soaking the sheets as her body convulsed.

“Say it,” I growled while buried deep in her ass. “Thank us for destroying your marriage.”

She pulled back just enough to gasp, “Thank you for destroying my marriage,” before the third man pushed back into her throat.

We kept going, rotating who fucked which hole. I eventually came deep inside her cheating cunt, pumping load after load into her married pussy. The host followed soon after, adding his own creampie on top of mine while she whimpered. The third man pulled out of her mouth and covered her face and tits with the rest of his load.

Even after the first round we did not stop. We continued using her sloppy cum filled holes relentlessly for hours, making her ride us, bending her over, and passing her between us. She lost count of how many times she came. Every time she got close we demanded fresh confessions from her.

“Tell us what kind of wife you really are,” the host ordered as he slammed into her cum-filled pussy.

“I am a disgusting wife,” she moaned loudly. “I am a filthy cheating whore.”

I yanked her head back by the hair. “Beg us to fuck your marriage away.”

“Please fuck my marriage away,” she cried out. “Use me like the worthless slut I am.”

The third man slapped his heavy cock against her cheek. “Tell everyone how pathetic you are for doing this to your husband.”

“I am so pathetic,” she gasped. “I am a disgusting wife who is betraying him right now. I do not deserve him.”

By the end she was an absolute wreck, hair matted with dried cum, makeup completely ruined, her pussy and ass red, swollen, and leaking multiple loads. I showered with her, cleaned her up just enough, then drove her home l, where she quietly snuck back into bed beside her sleeping husband.

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My name is Kate, and until recently I truly believed I was the perfect, faithful wife.

Paul and I have been married for eight years. We met in college during a literature class group project. He was the quiet, thoughtful one who always brought extra coffee to our late-night study sessions and remembered exactly how I liked it.

He proposed on a rainy Tuesday with a simple ring and the sweetest promise to make me laugh every single day. I said yes without hesitation.

Our life together is warm and safe: weekend hikes with my favorite trail mix packed in his bag, quiet evenings on the porch sharing a bottle of wine, and gentle, loving sex that always leaves me feeling cherished. I adore him. He is my best friend, my rock. The thought of hurting him used to feel impossible.

I work as a graphic designer at a mid-sized marketing firm. The job is creative and demanding, which I love. That is where Marcus transferred into our department six months ago. He is tall, broad-shouldered, with a deep, commanding voice and a confident presence that fills the room. He is the opposite of Paul in so many ways: direct, intense, the kind of man who expects things without having to ask twice.

At first everything stayed completely professional: team meetings, project feedback, casual banter in the break room. I told Paul about the new guy early on, laughing it off as harmless office stuff. Paul smiled, teased me lightly about having a work crush, and kissed me, fully trusting.

For the first couple of months it remained innocent. Just friendly conversations that slowly started bleeding into evenings. Marcus would compliment my designs in ways that felt a little warmer than necessary. “You have got this seductive look to you, Kate.” But I brushed it off. I was happily married. I kept everything light.

Then the messages grew more personal. Late one night while Paul slept, Marcus sent a voice note with that low voice praising a mockup I had sent, then casually wondering if I was that creative in the bedroom too. My heart beat a little faster. I replied politely and steered it back to work, but I did not delete it right away.

Over the following weeks the flirting escalated through a mix of channels: late work messages, quick voice notes in my car on the way home, and increasingly sexually charged conversations in the office when no one else was around. He would lean over my desk during reviews, his voice dropping low as he murmured compliments of my figure. I would feel my skin flush and change the subject, but I never shut it down completely.

That is when old memories from college started resurfacing. Sophomore year, before I met Paul, I went to a wild party after brutal finals. I drank too much. One thing led to another and I ended up in a bedroom with two white guys, frat brothers who were cocky and eager. It turned into a threesome. They took turns and then had me together, rough and relentless. I woke up the next morning sore, sticky, and drowning in shame. The humiliation haunted me for weeks. I swore I would never be that girl again. I met Paul soon after, fell deeply in love, and buried that night completely. But in rare private moments the memory still twisted my stomach and, shamefully, sometimes made me wet. I never told Paul. I became the devoted wife instead.

Marcus seemed to sense something darker was buried inside of me. The slow dance continued for nearly two months: texts, voice notes, stolen moments in the office meeting room where he would stand a little too close and let his words brush against my ear.

I think Paul noticed I seemed distracted and he responded with extra affection: flowers after work, shoulder rubs, tender lovemaking where he whispered how much he loved me. I clung to him those nights, guilt gnawing at me for even the harmless thoughts, overcompensating with kisses and homemade meals.

The real turning point came on a Thursday evening when Paul was out running errands. I was alone in our bedroom scrolling through my phone when Marcus messaged, his tone playful yet unmistakably direct: “Kate… don’t judge me because I’m a bit drunk, but I cannot stop wondering what those beautiful tits look like under your work blouses. Send me a little preview. Just for me. No one else ever has to know.”

The words hit me like a spark of electricity. My heart skipped hard, then raced. An upset panic flooded through me. This was way too far. I was Paul’s wife. How could he ask me that so casually? But beneath the shock, a forbidden thrill pulsed between my legs. The truth is I wanted it to continue. The danger of it terrified and excited me at the same time.

I paced the bedroom, arguing with myself. Finally I slipped into the bathroom, locked the door, and sat on the edge of the tub. My hand slid between my thighs almost unconsciously. I was already soaked. I rubbed my clit in slow circles, imagining Marcus’s reaction, imagining crossing this line. The guilt made every touch sharper, more intense. I edged myself until my breathing was ragged and my resolve crumbled.

Heart pounding, I stood in front of the mirror, pulled up my sweater, unhooked my bra, and took a hesitant photo of just my breasts: full, soft, nipples visibly hardened from nerves and arousal. Nothing below the neck, no face. It felt incredibly risky, but I hit send before I could delete it. Then I buried my face in my hands, whispering “What have I done?”

Marcus’s reply came almost immediately: “fuck, Kate. Those are even better than I imagined. So full and perfect. You just made my dick hard. Good girl.”

The praise sent a hot rush through me. I touched myself again right there in the bathroom, biting my lip to stay quiet, and came faster and harder than I had in months. Afterward the guilt hit, but it was mixed with something new: an addictive thrill I could not quite shake.

That first picture of my tits unlocked something I could not close. Over the next few weeks Marcus guided me with calm patience across texts, voice notes, and whispered office conversations. More photos and dirty messages followed. Each time I fought it, telling him this had to stop, that I loved Paul too much. He never pressured. He just replied with that steady, teasing confidence: “I know you do, Kate. But look at you… already sending your married tits to your coworker. I always knew there was a dirty little wife hiding under that perfect exterior.”

His words stung: sharp little reminders that I was betraying Paul. But they also made me so unbelievably wet. Every teasing message landed like a spark on dry tinder. “Let’s be honest Kate, You are not as innocent as you pretend, are you? The way you look at me tells me everything.” Or, during a late voice note: “Bet you are touching that married pussy right now, thinking about how slutty you are being. I fucking knew it all along.”

They made my stomach twist with guilt, but the rush… God, the rush was intoxicating. I was starting to fall in love with it: the secret excitement, the way my heart raced every time my phone buzzed, the way my body responded even when my mind screamed that I should stop.

Paul stayed his wonderful self. He surprised me with a picnic for our anniversary, complete with the cheap wine from our first date. We made love under the stars: slow, intimate, full of “I love you”s. I held him tight afterward, the guilt sharper than ever, but my mind kept drifting back to Marcus’s teasing words and the thrill they brought.

The tension built gradually, week after week. Marcus introduced light commands: “Wear that red blouse tomorrow, no bra.” I obeyed once after agonizing all morning, feeling my nipples brush the fabric constantly while Paul kissed me goodbye innocently. At home I remained the perfect wife: laughing at his jokes, planning our future. But the secret world with Marcus consumed more and more of my thoughts.

One night, after Paul had fallen asleep, Marcus pushed further. We had been texting for hours, the conversation growing filthier. His latest message read: “I bet that married pussy is dripping just from chatting with me. Show me, Kate. Spread it open and send a picture with those pretty fingers buried inside… right up to that pretty wedding ring. Let me see how wet being a dirty wife makes you.”

My hands shook as I read it. The sting of his words hit me deep, making my face burn ... But my cunt throbbed so hard I could barely think straight. I loved the rush. I was falling for it completely… the danger, the secrecy, the way he saw through me.

After fighting it for what felt like forever, I slipped into the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled my panties down. I was soaked. I spread my legs and pushed two fingers deep inside my wet, married pussy until my diamond ring pressed right against my slick entrance, and took the photo. The image was obscene: my wedding ring glistening with my pussy juices, my fingers buried in the cunt that only Paul was supposed to touch.

I sent it before I could stop myself, heart hammering with excitement and terror.
Marcus’s reply was instant: “Fuck yes, Kate. Look at that greedy married cunt swallowing your fingers. I always knew you were a dirty little wife underneath it all. Paul has no idea what a filthy slut he married, does he? This is just the beginning.”

His teasing stung like a slap: humiliating, true, and so fucking hot. I came hard on my fingers right there, moaning softly into my hand as the rush consumed me. I was still Paul’s loving wife. But I was falling deeper and deeper in love with the thrill of becoming something else.

Even as I sit here now… a fully broken freeuse slut in the home I once shared only with Paul, I look back at that first filthy picture I sent… and I smile. The guilt has become fuel to my lust, and my depravity only grew darker under Marcus’ control.

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I turned a neglected married woman into my personal cheating slut over the past couple of years, and on this night I took her corruption to a whole new level. She was nervous but I knew she could handle it. All I told her was I have something special planned and she should tell her husband she’s going out late with the girls after work. She did as she was told and she was a wet mess that day wondering what would happen to her.

After work I picked her up in the parking lot. As soon as she got in the car she looked at me curiously. “Where are we going?” she asked, already nervous. I smiled and told her we were going to a special dinner and that I wanted her to be my good girl tonight. She bit her lip but did not press for more details. A few minutes later I ordered her to get completely naked as we drove. She hesitated only for a second before stripping off every piece of clothing. I reached over and started rubbing her clit in slow, firm circles. Her breathing grew heavy and her mind started to switch off from the constant pleasure.

When we pulled into the driveway she saw the other cars and froze. “There are people here,” she whispered, voice full of nerves. I could see the realization hitting her that this was going to be far more than a normal dinner. She could not believe this was really happening to her. I rubbed her clit a little harder for a moment, then told her to stay focused and trust me.

I put her collar and leash on her, let her wear her coat for the short walk from the garage, and made her crawl on all fours behind me into the house. The host and his friend were dressed nicely and clearly pleased when they saw her. Their two women wore sexy lingerie. I took off my coat and told my slut to drop hers as well, leaving her fully exposed. The men cheered at the sight of her naked body and collar. I walked her around the room on the leash so everyone could get a good look at her dripping cunt.

I made her assume a proper presentation position in the center of the room, face down on the floor with her ass up high. While they inspected her I reached between her legs and felt her soaked cunt. She trembled under my touch as I rubbed her slowly in front of everyone. I leaned down and asked her, “What do you think is going to happen to you here today?”

She looked up at me, trembling, and answered in a shaky voice, “I am going to be passed around and used by everyone, aren’t I?”

I smiled wickedly and told her she was such a smart slut. While everyone’s eyes watched her, I slowly rubbed her wet pussy, making her moan and shake with embarrassment and arousal.

The other two women served drinks and brought dinner to the table. While the four of us sat down to eat, I ordered my married slut onto the floor right beside us. She knelt on all fours and reached back with both hands, spreading her ass and cunt open for everyone to see. As we ate and talked, the men took turns spanking her exposed ass or rubbing the sole of their dress shoes against her dripping cunt, occasionally pressing a toe against her clit and making her whimper and tremble while she stayed in position like a good display piece.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Tell them what excuse you gave your husband tonight,” I said.

She answered clearly, “My husband thinks I am out with the girls tonight.”

I smiled and continued eating. “Good girl. Now tell them why you are actually here with your cunt dripping.”

“He has no idea I am a cheating whore who needs bigger cocks,” she replied, voice shaking with humiliation.

Later I ordered her to crawl under the table. She obeyed immediately and positioned herself between my legs. While the rest of us enjoyed dinner and conversation, my slut pulled my cock out and began sucking me slowly and deeply. Her warm, wet mouth worked my shaft the entire time we ate. Every so often I would push her head down further until she gagged quietly around me. The feeling of her throat squeezing my cock while I casually talked with the others was perfect.

When dinner finally ended the energy in the house had changed completely. We all moved downstairs to the playroom. The three women knelt and began kissing each other while we stood around them, stroking our hard cocks and occasionally slapping them across their faces.

I wasted no time pushing my married slut onto her back on the large bed. The host got between her spread legs and drove his thick cock into her soaked pussy in one smooth stroke. She moaned loudly as he started fucking her. I knelt by her head and fed her my cock, enjoying the way she struggled to take us both.

We used her hard and deep for a long time, switching positions constantly to keep her overwhelmed.

The host fucked her pussy in long, powerful strokes while I used her throat. Then I took her pussy and filled it with my cock, pounding her while the third man made her gag on him. At one point we had her completely filled…. one cock in her mouth, one in her pussy, and fingers stretching her ass. She shook violently as the sensations overwhelmed her.

We flipped her onto all fours. The host slid back into her cunt while I pushed into her ass. The third man rotated between her mouth and slapping his cock on her face. As we double-penetrated her, her moans turned into desperate, muffled screams. One of the women crawled over and sucked on her nipples while we fucked her. The combination made my slut squirt hard all over the bed, soaking the sheets as her body convulsed.

“Say it,” I growled while buried deep in her ass. “Thank us for destroying your marriage.”

She pulled back just enough to gasp, “Thank you for destroying my marriage,” before the third man pushed back into her throat.

We kept going, rotating who fucked which hole. I eventually came deep inside her cheating cunt, pumping load after load into her married pussy. The host followed soon after, adding his own creampie on top of mine while she whimpered. The third man pulled out of her mouth and covered her face and tits with the rest of his load.

Even after the first round we did not stop. We continued using her sloppy cum filled holes relentlessly for hours, making her ride us, bending her over, and passing her between us. She lost count of how many times she came. Every time she got close we demanded fresh confessions from her.

“Tell us what kind of wife you really are,” the host ordered as he slammed into her cum-filled pussy.

“I am a disgusting wife,” she moaned loudly. “I am a filthy cheating whore.”

I yanked her head back by the hair. “Beg us to fuck your marriage away.”

“Please fuck my marriage away,” she cried out. “Use me like the worthless slut I am.”

The third man slapped his heavy cock against her cheek. “Tell everyone how pathetic you are for doing this to your husband.”

“I am so pathetic,” she gasped. “I am a disgusting wife who is betraying him right now. I do not deserve him.”

By the end she was an absolute wreck, hair matted with dried cum, makeup completely ruined, her pussy and ass red, swollen, and leaking multiple loads. I showered with her, cleaned her up just enough, then drove her home. She quietly snuck back into bed beside her sleeping husband, still carrying the smell and marks of everything we had done to her.

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This one is completely true - One of the first married friends with benefits that I ever had was this blonde that I met at work. As we got to know each other, I found out that her husband was a high-up official in their church. He wasn't the Pastor, but I think he was maybe a Deacon or had some similar title. Needless to say, he was extremely religious. Whenever I would press her on it, she always claimed to be religious as well... but she clearly wasn't on the same level as her husband. Regardless, both he and his wife were active and prominent figures in their church.

We flirted pretty heavily from the first time we met and our conversations turned more and more sexual as we got to know each other. I would tease her and she'd complain about her husband because was a prude and thought that anything other than basic sex was a sin. She told me things like she LOVED sucking dick... she used to do it with her previous boyfriends when she was younger, but her husband didn't want her to try it on him.

A few months after she started, I told her straight up I wanted to fuck her and that I could keep a secret if she could... but I also told her that if she's going to be with me, she's going to have to be REALLY fucking bad for me. She agreed and we fucked every chance we got.

I always like to push limits and find new kinks with my sluts... and I definitely discovered and indulged in a serious religious/church taboo kink with her. The more wrong or depraved the act, the better it made her married pussy feel.

One Sunday morning I told her I wanted to see her before church started. She and her husband always drove to church together and they always had to be there early because of his duties... but she said that after they arrived, she could run out by herself and pick up some danishes and donuts for the other church board members - and see me really fast in the process. So I picked out a secluded parking lot that was just down the road from her church and told her to meet me there about 20 minutes before the service started.

I was there waiting for her when pulled into the parking lot and parked in the spot next to mine and promptly hopped out of her car and into my car.

As soon as she got in I asked her if she was excited to go to church with her husband and she said yes as I lifted up her dress and felt her married cunt… it was already soaking wet and she was wearing her plug in her asshole like a good slut. I took out my hard cock and told her to worship her god and she immediately started sucking my dick as I called her a dirty cheating whore.

We continued for a few minutes more and then I told her I was going to cum and I shot a load of fresh sperm in her beautiful mouth. As I came I told her not to swallow and to hold it all in her mouth for me… She looked disappointed and confused at first but I held out the palm of my hand and told her to spit it all out... So she carefully spat my cum out of her mouth and back onto my hand and I told her to lift up her dress and hold her panties open for me. As she stretched open her panties, I smashed my cum filled hand against her married pussy and began fingering my sperm as deep inside her cheating hole as I could.

She was literally just saying "oh my god I'm a fucking dumb whore" over and over again as I did it. Then i told her to close her panties and fix her dress. Before she left, I took the leftover cum that was still on my hand and wiped it all over her lips and told her I wanted her to wear my sperm as lip gloss in front of the whole congregation.

She left and went out to pick up donuts and went back to her church. She told me that she never felt more like a disgusting whore than she did when she sat next to her husband in church while my cum leaked out of her cheating married cunt and my dried-up sperm was displayed on her lips.

*Quick note to the BDSMerotica subreddit members - I just found this sub and I’m really glad I did. You’ve all been very supportive which I appreciate. So many of my experiences and fantasies that I write have BDSM roots and undertones… so I’m excited I’ve found the people who get me. Enjoy. I’m working on part 4 and hope to have it out Tuesday night or Wednesday

I stood there completely naked except for the heavy collar around my neck, my cheeks burning as Richard Voss looked me over like a piece of meat he had just purchased.

I held my arms crossed together to try to hide some of my fully exposed body. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I thought of the contract. The money. Tyler and Jake.

Voss stepped closer. “Hands at your sides, Emily. Don’t you dare cover what belongs to me. I paid handsomely for your dignity.”

His large hand reached out and cupped one of my heavy breasts. I gasped sharply as he squeezed it, testing its weight, his thumb brushing over my stiff nipple. He lifted it slightly, then let it drop, watching it bounce.

“Your full tits are even better than I imagined,” he said casually. “Soft, heavy, and made for use.”
Before I could react, he leaned down and took my nipple into his warm mouth. He sucked hard, swirling his tongue around it while his hand squeezed my other breast. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, shame flooding through me as my nipple hardened instantly against his tongue. He pulled off with a wet pop and moved to the other breast, sucking and biting just hard enough to make me whimper.

“Are you wet, Emily?” he asked calmly.
I shook my head quickly. “No,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Voss smiled darkly. His hand slid down my stomach without hesitation and cupped my smooth, bare pussy. Two thick fingers dragged slowly between my lips, spreading the obvious slickness he found there.

“Fucking Liar,” he said, almost amused. “You’re soaked. This married cunt is already dripping for the man who bought it. Something you’ll learn here is you can’t hide anything from me, Emily. Not your body. Not your shame. Nothing.” He raised his glistening fingers to my face. “Open your mouth.”

I hesitated, trembling. When I didn’t obey fast enough, he gripped my jaw firmly. “I said open.”

My lips parted. He pushed his wet fingers deep into my mouth, sliding them over my tongue and toward the back of my throat until I gagged softly. I could taste my own arousal, sweet and humiliating.
“Suck,” he ordered.

I obeyed, cheeks burning with fresh shame as I tasted myself on his fingers. He slowly withdrew them, then smeared the remaining wetness across my lips and cheek like he was marking me.
“Good girl,” he said softly. “Now follow me.”

He led me to the far side of the dining room where a special chair waited. It looked like an elegant, high-backed dining chair, but thick leather shackles were attached to the armrests and legs. A powerful vibe wand was mounted right in the center of the seat, angled upward.

“All your meals while you’re here will be taken in this chair,” Voss told me. “Sit.”

Humiliated and shaking, I lowered myself onto the chair. The thick head of the vibe wand pressed directly against the top of my bare, dripping pussy. Voss fastened the leather shackles to my legs so that I couldn’t stand up, and it forced my legs to be spread open obscenely as I sat in the chair.

He picked up a small black remote and sat down across from me at the elegant dining table. Sophia quietly served breakfast to us as if this was all perfectly normal.

Voss pressed a button. The vibe wand came to life against my clit on a low, steady setting. I jerked hard in the restraints and let out a choked moan before I could stop myself.

“Eat,” he ordered calmly, picking up his own fork and bringing some eggs to his mouth.

I struggled against the shackles, trying desperately to lift my hips away from the relentless vibrations, but the restraints held me firmly in place. The wand buzzed mercilessly against my swollen clit while I squirmed and gasped, my full breasts jiggling with every movement.

I remember looking up and seeing Sophia with an aroused smile as she watched me squirm and struggle. “May I touch myself, Daddy?” He asked. Voss smiled and gave his approval and she propped her leg up on the edge of the table and let out a soft, breathy moan as she buried two fingers deep inside her pussy… pumping slowly while she watched me fall apart. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.

“Break her, Daddy,” she purred, her voice thick with arousal. “Make her like me. Please… I want to watch her become a broken little married whore just like I was.”

Voss smiled at her words, clearly pleased. I watched as he reached over and stroked Sophia’s breasts affectionately while she continued fingering herself while watching me struggle.

Voss watched me with dark satisfaction as he ate.
“Look at you,” he said conversationally. “A married woman sitting naked and collared, getting her cunt vibrated at the breakfast table like a trained pet. Does it feel good, Emily? Does it feel good knowing your husband is probably thinking about you right now while you drip all over my chair?”

I whimpered, biting my lip hard as the vibrations steadily increased. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. The pleasure built rapidly against my will.

After a few torturous minutes, just as the pressure inside me started to build dangerously high, Voss turned the wand off. I sagged in the chair, panting, my body trembling on the edge.

“You’ll need your strength, Emily,” he said, cutting a piece of egg with his fork. “Eat something.” My hands shook as I tried to pick up my own fork.

I managed to spear a small bite of scrambled eggs and brought it shakily toward my mouth but the moment the fork touched my lips, Voss pressed the button again. This time the vibrations were much stronger.

“Fuck!” I gasped, nearly dropping the fork. My hips jerked violently as the wand assaulted my swollen clit. Voss just watched with dark amusement while he continued eating.

I tried to bring another bite to my mouth, but my hand was shaking too badly. The vibrations kept pulsing relentlessly against my dripping pussy. A broken moan slipped out instead. “F-fuck…” I whimpered, eyes watering.

Voss smiled wider. “That’s it. Moan for me while you think about your husband. I wonder what Jake would say if he could see his loyal wife right now… naked, collared, legs spread, dripping down my expensive chair like a cheap whore. I paid to ruin your marriage, Emily. How does that feel?.”

My mind was a storm of humiliation and unwanted heat. Thoughts of Jake’s hurt face flashed through my head, making the shame burn hotter. Yet at the same time, a terrifying new voice in the back of my mind kept whispering how badly I just wanted to be fucked. Used. Filled. I was humiliated. Shaking. And dangerously close to losing control.

Sophia moaned louder beside Voss, her fingers pumping wetly in and out of her pussy as she watched me struggle. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure. “Remember how we broke my husband’s heart, Daddy?” she breathed, her voice dripping with filthy satisfaction. “Remember the way he cried when I told him I wasn’t coming home after the thirty days… It felt so fucking good. I came so hard knowing I destroyed him for you.”

My stomach twisted in horror even as the pleasure between my legs kept building.

Voss chuckled softly and stroked Sophia’s hair with obvious pride. “Sophia was a newlywed when I made the offer to her and her husband. Sweet, innocent little bride. Now look at her… fingering her cunt at the table while she helps me break another man’s wife.”

Sophia smiled dreamily, her fingers moving faster. “Mmm fuuuuck…. I used to cry every night the first week too… but by the end I was begging Daddy to keep me. Just like you’re going to, Emily.”

Voss turned his attention back to me, his voice calm and cruel as he ate.

“She chose my cock over her husband. You think your five years with Jake makes you stronger?” He took a slow sip of coffee. “You’re going to look even more pathetic when you break.”

The vibe continued its brutal assault. I was shaking, sweating, right on the razor’s edge of orgasm and fighting it with everything I had. The wet sounds of Sophia’s fingers plunging in and out of her cunt filled the room, mixing with my own desperate gasps. Every degrading word from Voss made the pressure inside me build faster.

God, please… I can’t cum like this.

My mind was spinning even as my body burned. I kept replaying the vow I had made to Jake the morning I left… forehead pressed to his, tears in both our eyes. “I will still be your Emily. Nothing that happens here will touch what we have. I belong to you.” I remembered the devastated look on his face as the car pulled away, how empty and broken he seemed standing in our driveway watching me leave. And yet… my cunt felt so fucking good.

Suddenly the vibe switched off.

The intense vibrations stopped completely, leaving me right on the agonizing edge, panting and whimpering. My empty pussy clenched desperately around nothing, aching for release. I let out a frustrated, broken sob as my hips continued twitching, instinctively trying to chase the pleasure that had just been ripped away.

I was slumped over catching my breath and trying to collect myself. When I looked down, I saw the mess I’d made… a shiny puddle of my own cunt juice pooled on the seat beneath me. I was literally sitting in the evidence of how soaked and desperate my married pussy had become. “Please…” I gasped.

Voss raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Please what, Emily? Are you ready to beg me to fuck that married cunt already?”

I bit my lip so hard it hurt, tears spilling down my cheeks. “No… I love Jake so much. He’s my husband… I can’t do this to him.” The tears came faster. I hated how weak I sounded, how broken I already felt after just one morning.

Voss stood and unfastened my restraints. He pulled me up on trembling legs and led me across the room to the area beside the grand fireplace. In the center sat a Sybian - a powerful fucking machine with a thick, ribbed dildo rising obscenely from the padded base. He bent me forward roughly. “Spread your ass open, Emily.”

Humiliated and shaking, I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. Sophia dropped to her knees behind me and dragged her warm, wet tongue slowly across my tight asshole, licking and teasing until I moaned pathetically. Then Voss pressed a thick, plug against my puckered hole and pushed it in deep. I groaned as it stretched me open and popped inside, filling my ass completely.

They guided me down onto the Sybian.
The fat dildo spread my dripping pussy lips and sank into me in one slow, relentless motion. I whimpered loudly as it filled me to the hilt, stretching my soaked walls. My clit rested against the vibrating pad at the base.

Voss looked me dead in the eyes. “Tell me you love Jake.” Tears rolled down my face as I sat there impaled and aching. My cunt was throbbing around the thick toy, desperate to be fucked properly. “I love him…” I whispered, voice cracking with shame.

Voss smiled. He dropped his pants.
His cock sprang free and I saw that his cock was thick, heavy, and rock-hard. It had to have been 9 inches - much bigger than Jake’s and so fucking thick. The sight made my cunt twitch with lust while it made my stomach twist with disgust. My married pussy clenched hard around the Sybian dildo. I hated him. I hated how badly my body suddenly wanted that fat cock.

He stroked it slowly right in front of my face, then stepped forward and the bastard laid his entire heavy, throbbing cock across my tear covered face as I looked up at him. The heat of it burned against my skin.

“Say it again,” he ordered.

“I love Jake…” I said it even as my lips brushed against his cock as I spoke the words… my voice, trembling with humiliation, guilt, and raw, desperate need.

Voss pressed a button and suddenly the sybian roared to life beneath me. Powerful vibrations slammed into my clit while the thick dildo began to thrust and rotate deep inside my dripping cunt. I cried out sharply, my eyes rolling back as overwhelming pleasure ripped through me.

“FUUUUCK!” My hips bucked wildly, grinding and fucking myself on the machine like a desperate slut. I was dripping everywhere …hot juices running down the Sybian and puddling beneath my ass. My heavy tits bounced obscenely with every thrust of the dildo.

Voss groaned and started rubbing his thick, veiny cock all over my tear-soaked face. He slapped the heavy meat against my cheeks and lips repeatedly… loud, wet smacks that left strings of precum stretching across my skin. He dragged the leaking head across my forehead, my eyelids, and my lips, smearing his sticky precum all over me like he was marking his territory.

“Such a disgusting married whore,” he growled. “Look at you… sitting on my machine with your cunt drooling while your husband’s ring is still on your finger. Open that cheating mouth.”

I hated how fast I obeyed. My lips parted eagerly, almost hungrily. Voss immediately shoved his fat cock between them, stretching my mouth wide as he pushed toward the back of my throat.
He started fucking my face with deep, sloppy strokes, his heavy balls slapping against my chin while drool and precum ran down my neck.

“Are you ready to beg for this cock yet, you pathetic wife?” he taunted, pounding my throat. “Ready to admit your married cunt needs to be ruined?” I pulled off just enough to gasp, coughing and drooling, “I… I can’t… I love Jake… I love my husband…”

Voss yanked his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop and turned to Sophia. “Then you can watch Sophia being filled with my cock.”

Sophia moaned like a bitch in heat and bent over right beside me, spreading her ass and dripping pussy wide for him. Voss slammed his huge cock balls-deep into her cunt in one brutal thrust.
She moaned like a whore as his huge cock stretched her pussy open. The wet, filthy sound of him pounding her cunt filled the room.

I watched every thrust with desperate, jealous eyes. Fuck… look at how deep he’s going. That beautiful cock is destroying her.

Voss continued ruthlessly fucking Sophia for a few minutes before suddenly pulling out and shoving his dripping, pussy-soaked cock straight back into my mouth. I could taste her all over him. He face-fucked me even harder, using my throat like a cheap hole.

My married cunt clenched hard around the Sybian dildo. The aching need inside me was unbearable. I was only on day one of thirty, and I already felt like I was losing my mind. Resisting felt so fucking pointless. It was inevitable. I was going to break. I was going to beg.

“All you have to do is beg for it, Emily,” he groaned. “Your greedy married cunt is creaming all over my machine. Tell me how bad you need this cock to ruin your marriage.”

I pulled my mouth off his dick, gasping and crying. “It feels so fucking good… but I love my husband… Jake I’m so sorry but I it feels so fucking good.” The words stung me as I spoke them. They also flooded my cunt with more wetness.

Something dark and hungry shifted in my brain.
“Fuck…” I gasped, pulling off his cock for a second, drool running down my chin. “It feels so good… I’m so fucking wet… I hate it but I need it. I need to be fucked like a whore…”

Sophia moaned louder, clearly getting off on my words. Voss grinned down at me. “That’s it. Let it out, you pathetic married slut. Tell me what your sick cunt wants right now?”

My voice cracked as the words spilled out. “I’m so jealous… I need that cock ruining me too… I want you to destroy my cunt with that dick… fuckI need it”

That was all it took to send Sophia over the edge.
She cried out, “Daddy, I’m cumming!”

She suddenly shoved her dripping cunt right in my face and began to squirt. Hot, powerful streams of girl cum squirted violently all over my face, into my open mouth, and across my tits while Voss kept smeared his cock all over me. I choked and sputtered as she drenched me, the taste of her orgasm coating my tongue.

What happened next, I’ll never be able to forget… The humiliation had pushed me right to the edge of orgasm. My cunt was throbbing, clenching, and leaking nonstop around the merciless Sybian as I drowned in shame, jealousy, and desperate, aching need.

“I want to get fucked…” I gasped, voice breaking.
“Please fuck me…”

Voss smiled wickedly and pulled his cock from my mouth. I was looking up at him with needy eyes …and he opened his mouth and spit directly onto my face and said “Beg me to ruin your marriage, you disgusting whore.”

I started shaking wildly, right on the brink of orgasm. My mind finally snapped. It felt so fucking good to give up. It was the most beautiful moment of my life.

“Please ruin my marriage!” I cried out, tears pouring down my face. “Please destroy it… please turn me into your cheating slut… I can’t take it anymore!”

He spat again, this time straight into my open mouth, then grabbed his thick cock and started stroking it furiously right in front of my face. Seconds later he groaned loudly and his cock exploded. Thick, heavy ropes of hot cum blasted across my face… covering my cheeks, my lips, my eyelashes, and dripping into my open mouth.
I moaned like a broken whore and started licking desperately around my lips, trying to catch every drop of his cum. The taste of him only made me wetter.

“I’m gonna cum…” I whimpered, hips grinding frantically on the Sybian. “I’m so close…”
Voss suddenly reached down and turned the machine off.

The vibrations stopped instantly, leaving me right on the agonizing edge. My cunt was pulsing and drooling, desperate for release. I looked up at him with cum-covered eyes, shaking uncontrollably.

“Please fuck me…” I begged, voice hoarse and broken. “Please… I’ll do anything. Please use me, Daddy”. Voss looked down at me with a cruel smile, slowly stroking his still-hard cock.

“No.”

I couldn’t believe it. The single word hit me like a slap.

Humiliation and crushing shame flooded through my body all at once. The desperate, horny fog in my mind began to clear, leaving only horror in its place. I had just begged him. I had said those awful things out loud. I had betrayed Jake for nothing.
Tears poured down my cum-covered face as heavy sobs wracked my body.

Voss tucked his cock back into his pants, looking down at me with calm satisfaction. “I’ll be back to resume your training in a few hours,” he said casually. “I have a fundraiser I’m supposed to attend. Stay right here on the Sybian and think about what you just said. Think about how eagerly you begged me to ruin your marriage.” He turned and walked out of the room without another word.

The moment he was gone, the full weight of what I had done crashed down on me. The aching need between my legs was fading, replaced by a sick, hollow feeling in my chest. I had betrayed my best friend. The man who held me at night and cried with me over Tyler. All for nothing.

“I’m so sorry, Jake…” I whispered, voice cracking.
I hated myself. I hated Voss. I hated this entire agreement and the weak, disgusting woman I was becoming. How was I ever going to look my husband in the eyes again after this? After begging another man to destroy our marriage?

My sobs grew louder and louder until I was wailing in pure sorrow, still impaled on the Sybian, covered in Voss’s cum and Sophia’s squirt, my wedding ring still shining on my finger.

Through my tears I looked up and saw Sophia in a chair, legs spread, three fingers buried deep in her pussy. She was frantically fingering herself while she watched me cry.

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The black Mercedes glided through massive iron gates and up the long, tree lined driveway. My stomach was in knots the entire ride, but I kept my hands folded tightly in my lap and my eyes fixed forward. When we stopped in front of the sprawling stone mansion, the driver opened my door and offered a gloved hand. I stepped out on shaky legs, clutching my small overnight bag.

Inside, the entrance hall was breathtaking… marble floors, soaring ceilings, and crystal chandeliers that cast warm, golden light. The air smelled of roses and expensive wood polish.

A beautiful young woman was waiting inside to greet me. She looked to be about 24, and had long platinum-blonde hair flowing down her back, full lips painted a glossy pink, and a very curvy figure that resembled my own. She wore a skimpy black satin dress that barely reached mid-thigh, the neckline plunging so low her breasts threatened to spill out with every breath. Around her slender neck was a sleek black leather collar with a large, gleaming silver ring dangling at the front.

“Welcome, Emily,” she said with a bright, almost sweet smile, as if this were completely normal. “Daddy has been looking forward to your arrival all day.”

The casual way she said “Daddy” made my skin crawl, but I forced a polite nod. She turned and led me up the grand staircase, her hips swaying, the short dress riding up enough to show the bottom curve of her ass with each step. I followed in silence, my modest black cocktail dress suddenly feeling like armor I was about to lose.

She opened a set of double doors into what would be my home for the next thirty days. The suite was obscene with luxury… a massive king bed with silk sheets, a private sitting room with a fireplace, and a bathroom that looked like a spa. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked manicured gardens glowing under soft landscape lighting.

“In the morning, your outfit for the day will be selected and laid out for you,” Sophia explained cheerfully. “Along with your instructions. Breakfast is at nine. Daddy will want you looking and feeling your best.” She gave me one last smile, the silver ring on her collar catching the light, then slipped out and closed the doors.

I was still standing in the middle of the room, trying to process everything, when a firm knock sounded. Richard Voss stepped inside without waiting for an answer.

He looked even more commanding in the low light, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a fitted dark button up charcoal shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tailored trousers. His sharp blue eyes locked onto me immediately, and a slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.

“Emily,” he said, voice rich and smooth. “I knew you’d come.”

He closed the distance until he stood just a few feet away. For a long moment he simply looked at me, his gaze traveling openly over my body. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t need to. The weight of his stare was enough.

“Turn around for me,” he ordered. Voss’s eyes dragged slowly over me again, savoring every curve like he already owned them.

“You’ve got the kind of body men throw their marriages away for,” he said, voice low and calm. “Look at those heavy fucking tits. Fat and soft, perfect for slapping, sucking, and covering in cum. Nice wide breeding hips… .”

My face burned with shame. I clenched my jaw and forced the words out. “I made a vow to my husband before I came here,” I said, voice trembling but defiant. “I told Jake that no matter what happens in this house, I will still be his wife and I would never say or do anything that would betray him. I belong to him. Nothing you do will change that.”

Voss smiled… and it wasn’t a kind smile. It was slow, dark, and confident. The smile of a predator who had just been handed a new challenge.

He stepped a little closer, his presence suddenly felt heavier, more dangerous. “Here’s my promise, Emily,” he said, voice dropping into a quiet, intimate tone that sent chills down my spine. “I won’t fuck your cunt at all… until… you beg me to fill your married cunt with my cock. I want you dripping and broken, looking me in the eyes while you beg me to ruin that married cunt. I promise you that you will beg me to destroy what you and Jake built. You are going to be my new personal fucktoy.”

He let the words sink in, watching my face.
“And I will break you,” he continued, almost gently. “Day by day, I’m going to peel that good little wife away until there’s nothing left but a needy, cock-hungry slut who cums hardest when she’s betraying the man she claims to love. You’re going to spread your legs for me willingly. You’re going to thank me while I fuck you in ways Jake never could. You’ll moan my name when you cum, and eventually… you’ll call him just to hear how devastated he sounds while my cock is buried inside you.”

My breath hitched. A sick wave of heat rolled through my body against my will.

“You’re disgusting,” I whispered, but my voice cracked. “Am I?” Voss tilted his head, amused. “Or am I the man who’s finally going to show you what you really are? Thirty days, Emily. Before it’s over, you won’t just break your vow… you’ll beg me to help you shatter it completely. You’ll choose my cock over your husband’s love, and you’ll cum harder than you ever have in your life when you do it.”

He took one last long look at my trembling body, then turned toward the door.

“Sleep well, Emily. Dream about your husband if you can… while that married cunt aches for what’s coming.”

The door clicked shut behind him.
I sank onto the edge of the bed, legs weak, breathing fast. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Shame, fury, and something far darker twisted inside me. I pressed my thighs together tightly, hating the slick heat I found there.

I whispered my promise again into the empty, luxurious room, but this time my voice sounded smaller… already a little less certain.
“I’ll still be yours, Jake… I swear.”
But Richard Voss’s sinister smile and those filthy, confident words were already burning themselves into my mind.

I did not fall asleep easily. Long after Richard Voss left my suite, I lay in the enormous bed staring at the ceiling and replaying his words. The arrogant promise that I would beg him to ruin my married cunt. The claim that I would betray Jake. It made my skin crawl with disgust, yet my body kept reacting against my will. A low, unwelcome heat bloomed between my legs more than once. I squeezed my thighs together and turned over, forcing myself to think of Jake at home and Tyler in his hospital bed.

I had accepted that sex would happen here. I had signed the contract. But I would never say the awful things Voss wanted to hear. I would stay true to my husband in my heart. That was the line I refused to cross.

When sleep finally came it was thin and restless. I felt exhausted when the phone on the bedside table rang.

I fumbled for the phone and picked it up. Sophia’s cheerful voice greeted me. “Good morning, Emily. It is time to wake up. Breakfast will be served at nine and Daddy is expecting you. Please make sure you’re on time - Daddy hates waiting.”

I sleepily mumbled a reply and hung up. The clock gave me just enough time. I dragged myself up and out of bed and walked into the sitting room. On the table I found the sleek razor, shaving cream, a black leather collar - just like Sophia’s with its large steel ring, and a large and expensive makeup kit had been laid out beside a note in the same neat masculine handwriting:

Shower and clean yourself thoroughly. Shave your cunt and legs completely bare. Put on your collar. Make yourself pretty with the makeup provided. Come downstairs.

My stomach dropped. There were no clothes anywhere to be found.

I called the number Sophia had left. “Sophia, I think there was a mistake… um, there are no clothes here,” I said in a nervous voice.

Her tone stayed warm and matter of fact. “That is correct. You won’t be permitted to wear clothing today. See you downstairs, Emily.”

Humiliation washed over me in a hot wave. My hands trembled as I carried everything into the luxurious bathroom.

The shower felt almost too good. Multiple heads, perfect pressure. I washed carefully, then spread my thighs and shaved my pussy smooth and bare. The razor glided over every intimate fold until nothing remained hidden.

My body was going to be on full display for the man who had bought me for a month. The thought made fresh shame burn in my cheeks, yet that traitorous warmth returned between my legs. I knew why I was here. Sex was part of the deal. I hated it, but I had accepted it would happen. Still, I whispered to myself that my heart belonged to Jake.

I dried off and stood naked in front of the mirror. The heavy leather collar went around my neck next. The steel ring settled cool and heavy against my throat. Then I opened the makeup kit and began applying it. Foundation, mascara, a soft smoky eye, and a flattering shade of lipstick. I blended everything with care, making myself look beautiful. Pretty. For him.

Ugh… Here I was. Standing completely naked in a stranger’s house, wearing nothing but a collar, carefully applying makeup so the man who had purchased me like property would find me pleasing. The realization hit hard. My wedding ring caught the light as I lowered the brush. I looked down at it and wondered if I should take it off. The thought made my chest ache. No. I would leave it on. It was the only piece of my real life I had left.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror. Full breasts, narrow waist, rounded hips, smooth shaved pussy, and the black collar with its shining steel ring. My nipples were stiff from the cool air and unwanted tension. A hint of slickness had gathered between my folds. I wiped it away quickly, embarrassed by my own body.

I left the suite and paused for a moment… “I can’t believe I’m doing this” I thought. Then I began to walk down the grand staircase. The marble felt freezing under my bare feet. Every step made my heavy breasts sway. The steel ring bounced lightly against my collarbone. I was utterly exposed. By the time I reached the dining room my cheeks were flushed and my heart was pounding.

As I reached the dining room, I saw Sophia was already there… and completely naked except for her identical collar. Her flawless body moved gracefully as she set the table. She glanced up and offered a serene smile and I could see her eyes look me over.

The sound of confident footsteps approached. Richard Voss entered wearing a tailored black shirt and dark trousers. His sharp blue eyes moved over my naked, collared body with slow, possessive hunger. He took in my made-up face, my full breasts, my smooth mound, and my trembling thighs.

He stopped a few feet away, a dark smile spreading across his face.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “That married body finally on full display. You even made yourself pretty for me. Good girl.”

I stood there breathing fast, fighting the fresh wave of heat that rolled through me. I could feel the cool
air on the wetness of my exposed pussy as I stood in front of him like a piece of meat.

Voss studied me for another long moment, then spoke in that same low, commanding tone.
“Welcome to day one of being a married fucktoy.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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My name is Emily and I am twenty eight years old… and I used to believe that I was a good wife.

I have long dark hair that falls past my shoulders, dark brown eyes, and a soft curvy figure with full breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded hips. I try to dress modestly most days because that is the woman I want to be. Jake and I have been married for five years. He is my best friend and my safe place… he’s just the love of my life. We still find ways to laugh together even when everything feels heavy. We hold each other at night and talk about the future we want to build. Our love has always been the one thing that felt solid.

This past year has been slowly breaking us. My younger brother Tyler is only nineteen. He should have been excited about college and new beginnings… but instead, a rare autoimmune disorder has attacked his body and taken so much from him. The doctors believe a new experimental therapy could reverse much of the damage and give him back a real life, but the cost is enormous. Insurance covers almost none of it. We have already sold my car, taken out a second mortgage on our small house, and emptied every savings account and retirement fund we had.

Watching Tyler grow weaker and more tired while my mother tries to stay strong on the phone leaves me with a constant heavy pain in my chest. Jake works long overtime shifts at the construction company. I pick up every extra hour I can at the bookstore. We lay awake at night holding each other tightly and whispering that somehow we will find a way… but the fear never really leaves us. Some nights we do not speak at all. We just hold on.

That evening at the charity gala felt like a small break from the darkness. Richard Voss was attending. He is a strikingly attractive man in his early forties with sharp blue eyes, dark hair touched with silver at the temples, and the commanding presence that comes from real wealth and power. We had met him briefly at two earlier fundraisers. He had always been polite and had made generous donations to various medical causes. We were genuinely excited when we heard he would be there tonight. His support had helped programs like the one Tyler needed so much.

Mr Voss greeted us warmly near the entrance. He shook Jake's hand firmly and told me I looked lovely in my black cocktail dress. The conversation came easily as we moved through the room. He asked thoughtful questions about Tyler's condition and about our lives. When he invited us to join him for dinner afterward at a quiet upscale restaurant nearby we accepted right away. This might be the opportunity we had been praying for. Maybe he could really help Tyler.

At the restaurant Voss was a gracious host. Jake and I sat next to each other. Before the main conversation began Voss pulled out two copies of a simple non disclosure agreement.

"This is standard for me when discussing any potential donations or private support," he explained calmly. "It protects everyone involved. Nothing you sign tonight obligates you to anything. It simply means what we discuss stays between us."

We both signed. We were excited. Hopeful. This felt like the moment we had been waiting for. Jake smiled at me and squeezed my hand after we signed. We thought this was it… The help Tyler needed might finally be within reach. We ordered wine and settled in with rising anticipation.

The meal was excellent. Voss listened attentively as Jake spoke about the realities of construction work and as I shared small details about my life at the bookstore. He asked about Tyler again and seemed genuinly interested in how he was doing. The evening felt full of promise and hope. The food was excellent and the conversations flowed. I started to believe that real help might finally be close. Jake looked more relaxed than he had in weeks.

Then as dessert arrived Voss set his spoon down and looked at us both with calm directness.

"I very much enjoyed this evening with you both," he said, his voice low and steady. "But I am going to be direct with you now. Emily, you are a strikingly beautiful woman and I find myself very drawn to you. i understand you and Jake are married and happy… but I would like to make you and Jake a substantial offer. to consider. Four hundred thousand dollars plus I will pay off your mortgage in full. in return for my generocity, Emily would come stay at my estate as my personal companion for 30 days. She would live in my home and be available to me sexually during that time. rest assured, I would treat her with every comfort and luxury. At the end of the thirty days she may return home and we part ways completely with no further contact required."

The words landed like a slap. My fork slipped from my fingers and clattered loudly against the plate. Heat rushed to my face. I felt deeply humiliated. This rich asshole was sitting across from us suggesting that I leave my husband and become his… slut? …for a month in exchange for money?? My stomach twisted with shame. Jake's hand squeezed mine so hard it almost hurt.

I could see Jakes face turned red with anger. His body was tense and there was a moment where I was genuinely afraid he might stand up and hit Voss. The only thing that seemed to hold him (or me) back was the staggering size of the offer. Four hundred thousand dollars plus the mortgage paid off. It was enough to save Tyler... Enough to clear every debt. Enough to give us a chance at the life we had almost lost. Even if it enraged us, it had the potential to change our lives for the better. it would be foolish to throw it away and dismiss it.

"You seriously invited us to dinner for this?" Jake asked, his voice low and shaking with fury. "After talking about Tyler like you actually cared about helping kids like him? After acting like you were some generous supporter?"

Voss remained composed. His expression showed no regret and his tone stayed firm and businesslike and confident. "I do care about those causes, Jake. I have given to them for years… But nothing in this world is free as you both know too well from your own struggles. I have seen how hard this situation with Tyler has hit you. Four hundred thousand dollars and your mortgage paid off would cover his treatment and give your family real security moving forward. It could change everything for you. I am a man who knows what he wants and is willing to pay fairly for it. i have made my offer.”

I sat there feeling small and exposed. My cheeks burned with humiliation. The thought of leaving Jake for thirty days and being intimate with this man made my chest feel tight and my throat close up. I wanted to stand up and walk out of the restaurant. I wanted to tell Voss exactly what I thought of him and his offer. But Tyler's tired face kept flashing through my mind. The stack of medical bills on our kitchen table. The second mortgage payment that was already late. The way Jake had looked so defeated the night before when another denial letter arrived. The money he offered was enormous. Life changing.

Voss watched us for a moment then spoke again more quietly. "Take time to think it over. Talk between yourselves tonight. There will be no hard feelings at all if you decide against it. You have twenty four hours. If you accept a car will be sent for Emily tomorrow evening."

He signaled for the check, paid discreetly with a black card, and rose from the table. "The full details of the arrangement are in the envelope I left with the host. I will leave you two to discuss."

Richard Voss excused himself politely and walked out of the restaurant. Jake and I sat next to each other in heavy silence. The dessert plates sat half finished in front of us. My hands were shaking in my lap. My face still felt hot with humiliation. Jake's jaw was clenched tight and his eyes were full of anger and pain.

We stood up and made our way toward the door...the manager handed us an envelope as we left the restaurant. imwas shaking and overcome with emotions, and i started to cry. Jake put his arm around me to try to comfort me as we stepped out into the night.

The drive home was silent except for the occasional sniffle I couldn’t hold back. Jake kept one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around mine so tightly I could feel his pulse. When we finally stepped inside our small house, the weight of the evening crashed down on us. I kicked off my black heels and sank onto the couch. Jake paced the living room for a few minutes, then sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. We held each other like that for a long time, breathing together in the dark.

“I can’t believe that bastard,” Jake said finally, his voice rough. “He sat there talking about Tyler like he gave a damn, then drops that on us. Like you’re… something he can just buy for a month.”

Anger flared in my chest too. “I felt so cheap. So humiliated. The way he looked at me when he said it.” I buried my face against Jake’s shoulder. “But Jake… four hundred thousand. Plus the mortgage. Tyler could get the therapy. We could breathe again. No more late notices. No more watching Mom pretend she’s okay.”

We wrestled with it for hours that night. We got angry… angry at Voss for reducing me to a transaction, angry at the medical system that made this even a question, angry at ourselves for even considering it. We got sad. I cried against Jake’s chest while he stroked my hair, both of us grieving the innocence we were about to lose.

Then came the hope, fragile and flickering. We talked about what the money would mean: Tyler strong again, laughing, maybe going to college. Us sleeping without the constant knot of fear in our stomachs. A future.

Around two in the morning we made coffee and sat at the kitchen table with the unopened envelope. Jake’s hand shook slightly as he tore it open and spread the papers out. We read every line together, shoulders touching.

The contract was surprisingly clear and businesslike. It stated that all activities would be completely consensual. I had the right to end the arrangement at any time by simply requesting a car to take me home with no questions asked. The deal and payment would be cancelled the moment I left, but there would be no penalties or legal repercussions beyond that.

All food, clothing, toiletries, and personal items would be provided in abundance at Voss’s expense. I would have my own suite at the estate. Phone check-ins with Jake would be occur weekly - scheduled for every Tuesday at 6 p.m. On the thirtieth day, Jake could come pick me up himself. No further contact after that would be required.

Jake set the papers down and rubbed his face. “It’s written like a damn business deal. Safe words, exit rights, everything spelled out. But it’s still you… with him.”

I took his hands in mine. My voice was soft but steady. “I know. I hate this. But we both know we’re drowning. Tyler is getting worse every week. If we say no tonight, what are we choosing? More months of watching him fade while we lose everything? This is horrible, but it’s also the only door open right now.”

We talked until the sky lightened. We got angry again, then sad, then hopeful once more. We tried to frame it as a business decision… thirty days of my life for Tyler’s future and our family’s survival. It still felt like tearing something precious apart.

As the morning sun crept through the kitchen window, I turned to Jake and cupped his face. His eyes were red-rimmed. Mine were too.

“I need you to hear me,” I whispered. “I will be true to you. In my heart, every single day, I will be yours. I love you more than anything in this world. Nothing that happens there will touch what we have. I vow to you right now: I will never say or do anything that takes away from our love or our marriage. Not one word, not one moment. When I come home, I will still be your Emily. Your wife. Your best friend. This is thirty days. Our life together is forever.”

Jake’s eyes filled with tears. He pulled me close and kissed me fiercely, the kind of kiss that carried fear and love and desperation all at once. “I hate this,” he said against my lips. “But I love you. And I love Tyler. If we’re doing this, we do it together. No secrets. We decide as a team.” I nodded, forehead pressed to his. “Together. Always.”

We read the contract one more time. I made sure Jake understood every clause, that I truly had an exit at any moment, even if it meant walking away from the money. He asked me again if I was sure. I asked him the same. We sat with the decision in the quiet morning light, holding each other, letting the finality settle over us.

Then I picked up the pen.

I signed my name on the line, my hand only trembling a little. Jake signed as witness. We sealed the copies and placed them back in the envelope. I set it on the table by the door where the car would come for me that evening.

We spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms… crying, talking, making love with a tenderness that felt almost sacred. We whispered memories and future dreams. We reminded each other why we were doing this. When the clock edged toward evening, Jake helped me pack a small bag with a few personal things I wanted to bring, though the contract said everything would be provided.

As the sun began to set, we stood by the window holding each other tightly. The car would arrive soon.

“I’ll be counting the days,” Jake said, voice thick. “Every Tuesday. And on day thirty, I’m coming to get my wife.”

I kissed him softly. “I’ll be waiting. I love you.”
The headlights appeared at the curb. My stomach twisted, but I lifted my chin. We had made this choice together. For Tyler. For our future. For the life we refused to let slip away.

I picked up the envelope and walked toward the door, Jake’s hand in mine until the very last second. I got inside the car and looked at Jake as he closed the door. He looked like a part of him died inside and I started to sob as the car sped away.

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This one is completely true - One of the first married friends with benefits that I ever had was this blonde that I met at work. As we got to know each other, I found out that her husband was a high-up official in their church. He wasn't the Pastor, but I think he was maybe a Deacon or had some similar title. Needless to say, he was extremely religious. Whenever I would press her on it, she always claimed to be religious as well... but she clearly wasn't on the same level as her husband. Regardless, both he and his wife were active and prominent figures in their church.

We flirted pretty heavily from the first time we met and our conversations turned more and more sexual as we got to know each other. I would tease her and she'd complain about her husband because was a prude and thought that anything other than basic sex was a sin. She told me things like she LOVED sucking dick... she used to do it with her previous boyfriends when she was younger, but her husband didn't want her to try it on him.

A few months after she started, I told her straight up I wanted to fuck her and that I could keep a secret if she could... but I also told her that if she's going to be with me, she's going to have to be REALLY fucking bad for me. She agreed and we fucked every chance we got.

I always like to push limits and find new kinks with my sluts... and I definitely discovered and indulged in a serious religious/church taboo kink with her. The more wrong or depraved the act, the better it made her married pussy feel.

One Sunday morning I told her I wanted to see her before church started. She and her husband always drove to church together and they always had to be there early because of his duties... but she said that after they arrived, she could run out by herself and pick up some danishes and donuts for the other church board members - and see me really fast in the process. So I picked out a secluded parking lot that was just down the road from her church and told her to meet me there about 20 minutes before the service started.

I was there waiting for her when pulled into the parking lot and parked in the spot next to mine and promptly hopped out of her car and into my car.

As soon as she got in I asked her if she was excited to go to church with her husband and she said yes as I lifted up her dress and felt her married cunt… it was already soaking wet and she was wearing her plug in her asshole like a good slut. I took out my hard cock and told her to worship her god and she immediately started sucking my dick as I called her a dirty cheating whore.

We continued for a few minutes more and then I told her I was going to cum and I shot a load of fresh sperm in her beautiful mouth. As I came I told her not to swallow and to hold it all in her mouth for me… She looked disappointed and confused at first but I held out the palm of my hand and told her to spit it all out... So she carefully spat my cum out of her mouth and back onto my hand and I told her to lift up her dress and hold her panties open for me. As she stretched open her panties, I smashed my cum filled hand against her married pussy and began fingering my sperm as deep inside her cheating hole as I could.

She was literally just saying "oh my god I'm a fucking dumb whore" over and over again as I did it. Then i told her to close her panties and fix her dress. Before she left, I took the leftover cum that was still on my hand and wiped it all over her lips and told her I wanted her to wear my sperm as lip gloss in front of the whole congregation.

She left and went out to pick up donuts and went back to her church. She told me that she never felt more like a disgusting whore than she did when she sat next to her husband in church while my cum leaked out of her cheating married cunt and my dried-up sperm was displayed on her lips.