u/rajver_mutualfantasy

A very hot story my wife told me.

It's not real though. She made it up but hot as fuck ..

So last night I asked my wife what was the sluttiest thing she’s ever done. She smirked, pushed me back on the bed, wrapped her soft hand around my cock and started stroking me nice and slow while she narrated the whole story.

She looked me dead in the eyes and said:

“Remember my ex? For his birthday he wanted to try BDSM. I agreed to be his obedient sex slave for the night. I wore a black lingerie set with a collar and chain, just like a present. I was nervous but so fucking wet…”

Her grip tightened around my shaft as she continued*

“But he didn’t fuck me himself. Instead, he sent his best friend Rajeev— the one who had a massive crush on me for years. When that guy walked in and saw me standing there chained up and half-naked, his eyes lit up. He told me I was his toy for the night.”

She started stroking me faster.

“I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. Baby… it was so much bigger and thicker than yours. I could barely fit it. He grabbed my collar and fucked my throat deep while I gagged and drooled all over him.”

*Her hand was pumping me harder now*

“Then he bent me over, spanked my ass red, and shoved that giant cock inside me in one thrust. I screamed. He fucked me so rough, pulling my chain like a leash, calling me his whore. I came over and over again — harder than I’ve ever cum for you. He didn’t pull out… he pumped load after load deep inside my pussy while I was still shaking.”

By this point I was throbbing in her hand. She leaned in close, lips brushing my ear and whispered:

“I loved every second of it, baby. Being used like a cheap slut by a guy who wasn’t even my boyfriend… it was the sluttiest, hottest night of my life.”

She kept stroking me faster and faster until I exploded all over her hand while she smiled and told me how much she enjoyed getting stretched and filled by his giant cock.

So… what’s the sluttiest thing your wife has ever confessed to you?

I’m 40, married, secretly fucking Sneha (mid-30s, married) for months now. We keep pushing each other with dares.

A couple weeks ago I dared her to wear a small remote vibrator to dinner. Our partners were both there — two couples at a nice restaurant in Koramangala. She agreed. I controlled the app from my phone under the table.

Throughout dinner I kept turning it on and off — low during appetizers, stronger when she was trying to order. Watching her try to keep a straight face while talking to her husband was addictive. Her cheeks got flushed, she kept crossing her legs, gripping her wine glass tight. At one point I left it on medium for a full minute while her husband was telling a long story. She came quietly at the table, biting the inside of her cheek.

After dinner we said goodbyes in the parking lot. I dared her to get in my car for “two minutes.” The moment the doors closed I turned the vibrator on high, pulled her into the backseat and fingered her while it buzzed. She came again so hard she soaked my seats, whispering “fuck… I shouldn’t be doing this” the whole time.

Both our partners were waiting in their own cars just a few metres away.

I’m 40, married, but I’ve had an ongoing FWB thing with Sneha (mid-30s, curvy, married colleague) for a few months now. We both cheat on our partners when we can — quick hotel meets, car play, whatever works. The risk makes it hotter.

Last Saturday our groups mixed for drinks at a packed pub in Indiranagar. Her husband, my wife, and a bunch of friends all at one big noisy table. Sneha sat next to me. Under the table her leg pressed against mine immediately. We’ve done risky stuff before, so I knew what she wanted.

I slid my hand up her thigh, pushed her dress up, and slipped her panties aside. Two fingers inside her while everyone was laughing and ordering more rounds. She was already dripping. I fingered her slow and deep, thumb circling her clit, while she tried to act normal and chat with her husband across the table.

Every time the waiter came by or someone raised a toast, I’d curl my fingers harder or rub her clit faster. Her thighs started shaking. She came the first time gripping my wrist under the table, biting her lip hard. A few minutes later she came again — breathing fast through her nose, pretending to look at her phone. No one noticed a thing.

After the second orgasm she squeezed my hand like she couldn’t take any more. Later in the car she messaged me: “I’m still soaked. Can’t believe we did that with both of them right there.”

We’re still seeing each other behind their backs. The public stuff is becoming our new addiction.

I’m 40, married, but I’ve had an ongoing FWB thing with Sneha (mid-30s, curvy, married colleague) for a few months now. We both cheat on our partners when we can quick hotel meets, car play, whatever works. The risk makes it hotter.

Last Saturday our groups mixed for drinks at a packed pub in Indiranagar. Her husband, my wife, and a bunch of friends all at one big noisy table. Sneha sat next to me. Under the table her leg pressed against mine immediately. We’ve done risky stuff before, so I knew what she wanted.

I slid my hand up her thigh, pushed her dress up, and slipped her panties aside. Two fingers inside her while everyone was laughing and ordering more rounds. She was already dripping. I fingered her slow and deep, thumb circling her clit, while she tried to act normal and chat with her husband across the table.

Every time the waiter came by or someone raised a toast, I’d curl my fingers harder or rub her clit faster. Her thighs started shaking. She came the first time gripping my wrist under the table, biting her lip hard. A few minutes later she came again breathing fast through her nose, pretending to look at her phone. No one noticed a thing.

After the second orgasm she squeezed my hand like she couldn’t take any more. Later in the car she messaged me: “I’m still soaked. Can’t believe we did that with both of them right there.”

We’re still seeing each other behind their backs. The public stuff is becoming our new addiction.

Yes you. The one squeezing her thighs together while hubby snores.

I’m the 40yo bull who lives for exactly this moment.

I love knowing your wedding ring is still on while you read how I’d pin you against the wall the second he leaves for office. How I’d make you call me “Daddy” while I stretch that married pussy that your husband can’t satisfy anymore.

I want the shy ones. The “good Indian wives”. The ones who’ve never cheated but secretly watch cuckold porn when he’s at work. I want to turn you into my personal little slut who sends me videos of her creampied pussy right before she goes back home to cook dinner for him.

Tell me in the comments (or better — in my DMs):

What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve fantasized about a bull doing to you while your husband is in the house?

No limits. Be as filthy as you want. I read every single one.