He hadn’t fucked his wife like this in a long time. Finding out his wife had been cheating on him with several men had flipped a switch in him. He was pissed, sure, but finding out his wife was a slut also turned him on. Either way, he was gonna take it out on her pussy.

“She wants to be a slut, I’ll show her how sluts are treated,” he said as he pounded away at his wife lying flat on the bed, legs spread like a needy wet slut.

She, on the other hand, had gotten just what she had wanted. He was fucking her brains out, finally. This dumb, limp dick motherfucker who had to pop Viagra just to get hard was finally putting the ‘fun’ back in erectile dysfunction. And she was pretty sure she was ultimately going to get away with fucking all those other guys. What the hell was he gonna do about it, leave her? Not a chance.

“Yeah, fucking moan for me,” he demanded. 

She wasn’t moaning, yet. 

Deciding it was time to switch things up, she held out a hand, removing his cock from her like it was Excalibur and she was the future king of England, before getting up on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him. Wiggle, wiggle. 

“How about you try fucking me in the ass for once, now that your micro penis is actually hard.”

He didn’t actually have a micro penis, it was quite a normal-sized, uncut, average penis. 

“Yeah, you want it in your butt? Did all those guys you were with turn you into a butt slut?” He pulled her by her thighs back toward him on the bed, looking for the right angle to insert himself.

“Hey, do you hear that?” he asked his wife, who was about to be anally fucked into another zip code with his totally-not-a-micro-penis.

“Yeah,” she said, her face still buried in a pillow, wondering how hard her pissed off little cuck of a husband might actually fuck her ass. “Is someone narrating our fucking?”

Someone was indeed narrating their fucking. 

Upon hearing this, they both got up nervously from the bed and started searching their bedroom for the interloper.

“I can’t tell where it’s coming from. What kind of freak narrates people fucking in the privacy of their own home?”

The best kind.

Upon opening the closet door, they are shocked to discover a pantless man, crouching, who also appears to be masturbating.

“We got him! Get out here you dirty pervert!” they yell at this poor man, who was only doing his job. They roughly throw him on the bed, the husband and wife standing naked before him. 

“You having fun or something, huh? Sitting in our closet, narrating our sexy time, jerking off?

He was indeed having fun, but also narrating.

“Yeah, we’ll show you some narrating, ya creeper,” the wife said to him as she walked over to a dresser, pulling open a drawer and retrieving what appeared to be a harness with a fairly large and delicious looking fantasy dildo attached to the front.

“See,” she started, “told you he’s a creeper. He just narrated that my dildo was ‘delicious looking.’ It’s gonna look even more delicious buried in your ass!” she said, punctuating her sentence with a rough smack of his ass. Sorry, ‘my’ ass.

“Get up on all fours,” she demanded of him and he complied. 

“Now read this and sign it if you agree.” She handed him what appeared to be a sexual consent form. “Look it over, take your time. If you consent to what we’re going to do to you, sign it, you little bitch!”

He was indeed a little bitch, deep down, and he did indeed want whatever was about to happen to happen to him, so he signed it. 

“I knew it, he wants it bad,” the husband sneered.

“Now my husband’s going to notarize it because he’s a filthy little slut notary. Notarize that form, you dumb slut.”

Completing his notary duties as commanded, he set the paper aside in a folder labeled “Completed Sexual Consent Forms 2025.” He and his wife then proceeded to spitroast the poor motherfucker.

The husband kneeled in front of the man’s mouth, thrusting forward into his drooling, open hole. This man clearly did not have much or any practice at sucking dick, but seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless.

An enthusiastic cocksucker.

The wife was doing her best at the other end to ruin this poor man’s asshole. Her eyes locked with her husband’s as they turned this man into their personal Chinese finger trap, like he were a conduit for continuing their earlier hate-fucking (side note: Chinese finger trap is referring to the novelty toy, if you’re unaware of them, not the ethnicity of the spitroastee. I am woke).

The married pair seemed to be reconnecting slightly, via this strange three way. The wife was becoming extremely turned on by pegging this weak man who was so willing to be used that he had hardly even read the sexual consent form he signed. 

She called across the fuckmeat separating her from her husband, “Hey, whadda you say we fill this little Twinkie up with some cream?” her voice dripping with sex. A feral look crosses her husband’s face and he nods in agreement (side note: the use of the term ‘Twinkie’ is not meant to be derogatory here, I’m practically Christopher Woken I’m so woke)

It’s also worth noting that the fantasy dildo the wife was wearing was equipped with a cum tube, as she had spent the extra ten bucks when she bought it thinking it might come in handy someday.

She was just grabbing for the plunger end of the cum tube, when her husband interrupted her.

“Hey, why is there still narrating going on? I’m drowning my dick is this dude’s throat, but there’s still narrating. Unless he’s the best fucking ventriloquist in the world, someone else is still here.”

The narrator tried gurgling out a few words, but only spit and drool came out, further lubricating the husband’s still Viagra-hardened cock.

“Yeah, good point,” his wife replied, secretly marveling at how this man had taken so much of her strap-on. “There must be another narrator!”

Simultaneously pulling out of their spitroasted sweety, the narrator hung in the air for a moment, much like Wile. E Coyote, before falling to the bed in a cloud of cartoon smoke.

A furious search commenced. The husband and wife begin tearing apart the bedroom, pulling out bedside table drawers, throwing open the clothes hamper, looking under the rug and behind the curtains. The wife even takes a moment to grab her cellphone, turning on the flashlight, and asks her husband to check if there’s a narrator hiding in her vagina. 

They can be sneaky like that sometimes.

But, he sees none.

Eventually, they are left with only one place to check: under the bed.

Both peering down at the same time, they are surprised and unsurprised to find another person hiding, this time a female. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” the female narrator says, as they drag her out and onto the bed, next to their exhausted fuck toy.

“I’m just here doing a job, okay? This is my job, narrating weird sex shit. I NEED this job. I’ve got a mortgage!”

The husband reaches back and hands the female a sexual consent form, as well as a pen. “Read it thoroughly, sign it if you agree,” he states matter-of-factly, as he and his wife stand in front of her. Him naked, cock still hard and lubed with drool, and his wife wearing one girthy and long motherfucker of a dildo.

She barely even reads it, just signs her name, throws it back at the husband and lays back on the bed, already wriggling out of her clothes. “Hearing you guys fuck this whole time really turned me on. One of the hazards of the job. Turn me into a cum dump, pwease?” she says, her doe eyes imploring them.

The husband quickly notarizes the form like the filthy little slut notary he is, before again filing it in the folder for “Completed Sexual Consent Forms 2025.” Can never be too careful.

The now foursome quickly arranges themselves into fucking positions. The lithe and eager female narrator lies down on the bed as the husband slowly inserts his cock into her upside down mouth that is awaiting him. Drool and spit begin dripping down her face as moves in and out.

The male narrator is on all fours over his female counterpart, him once again receiving his new mommy’s big fat silicone dildo (with the additional cum tube option) in his gaping hole. The wife relishing her new little submissive fuck toy, taking her cock soooooo well. 

After a few minutes of this, the male narrator has been worked to the point of orgasm and has no other option but to cum, and cum hard, right onto the stomach of the female counterpart below him. 

Her mouth currently very occupied, she’s not able to be heard, but she tries to gargle out a “Thank you!” when the hot load hits her tummy. 

The wife, seeing her little subbie having blown his puny load, decides they need to finish this thing with a bang. She withdraws all seven inches of the now body temperature silicone, before slapping his ass with it. She then says one word to her husband, who seems to understand the cryptic message. 

“Fucktrain.”

.

Stepping casually to her drawer, she changes out her dildo for a fresh one, grabbing a bottle of lube to drizzle on top of it, before starting to slowly jerk the entire length of it off.

Her husband busies himself with arranging the ‘Fucktrain.’ First, the caboose. The male narrator would be the caboose. He made a verrrrrry fine caboose. He would be faced up close to the wall.

Next, would be the female narrator. She was handed a strap-on of her own, glistening with lubrication, and asked to start fucking the greedy little asshole of her co-worker in front of her. She eagerly moved behind him and entered him, taking a moment to figure it out. This was likely the first time she’d pegged a man.

After that, came the husband. His dick was still rock hard and covered in spit, and mannnnn, after how that female narrator sucked his cock, seeing her perfect tiny tits pointed in the air, he wanted to FUCK her. He positioned himself behind her and began doing just that. Fucking her little pink asshole, that was so tight and warm. This Fucktrain was starting to pick up steam.

Last, and most importantly, was the engine of the Fucktrain. This role fell to his wife, who was still watching from nearby, stroking the lubrication up and down the large silicone phallus that now felt like it was part of her. 

Her silicone dick never got soft. She could cum, and cum, and cum, and still go on fucking. Not like her husband’s stupid little shrimp dick. That’s what made her the engine.

Stepping up behind her husband, she paused a brief moment before entering him. She caressed his neck, whispering into his ear, “Are you ready to be mommy’s little cum dump?”

Her husband was caught off guard hearing his wife say something like that. She had never been that filthy. “Was this something else she’d picked up from all those guys she was cheating on me with?” he thought. 

His surprise at her words was immediately superseded by the surprise of her shocking girth entering him. Surely, she couldn’t fuck him with that, could she?

Don’t call me Shirley.

.

A powerful thrust was generated by his wife’s cock, entering his asshole. The shockwave traveled through him, and through his penis into the drooling slut that was once the female narrator. Her tiny body then transferred this fuckwave into its final recipient, who was by far the most receptive to it, the male narrator. 

Once the Fucktrain had left the station, there was no going back. 

The wife began to mercilessly pound her husband’s ass, paying him back for every dumb, shitty thing he’d ever said or done to her over the years. “Your ass is mine now,” she gloated to her husband, who was slowly becoming her non-verbal fuckdoll. 

Momentum was building and building, the fuckwave propagating forward and backward through each participant, until there was only outcome.

Near simultaneous orgasm. 

The male narrator first spurted his puny load onto the wall he was being fucked up against, sighing heavily for this relief.

The female narrator, having cum several times already, came again with her fucktrain partners, letting out several soft and breathy moans directly by the ears of her male counterpart. Her mind raced with ideas of what her new slutty life could be.

The husband came next. His condomless cock was spasming his load directly into the ass of the sex kitten in front of him. He envied the countless future men who would no doubt be fucking this now depraved slut and her constantly dripping kitty. 

The wife was last. The powerful strokes and rhythm of her hips were responsible for each orgasm experienced so far. Her hips were the ones from which all else flowed. 

It was time for mommy to get hers.

Grabbing the end of the cum tube plunger and readying it in her hand, she sensed she was close. The orgasm about to wash over her would be an earthquaking, booty shaking, wake-‘n-baking orgasm like she had never experienced.

And it came.

And it washed over her. And through her.

And the muscles in her hand seized, depressing the cum tube plunger, flooding her husband’s ass with so much fake cum he’d have to wear a diaper for a week.

.

 “The End!” said the fiction smut writer, slamming his laptop shut.

Getting up from his bed, he ran downstairs to find his wife and see what she was up to. 

“You in the kitchen, sweetie?” he asked. He walked a few steps further to find his answer. “Whatcha’ making?”

“Spaghetti for later,” she answered plainly.

“Ooh, my favorite.” 

As he gazed deeply into the pot and nearby sauce pan, a sinister look crept across the face of his wife as she slowly fondled something long and girthy dangling between her legs, barely concealed under the loose dress she was wearing. 

She lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the  G I R T H Y  fucking  L U B E D  horsecock she was strapped with. 

Her husband turned around a moment later, eyes taking in this display, a look of shock and surprise washing across his face. “What? What is that? What’s going on? Honey?” The dumb asshole didn’t know it, but he was about to be fucked like a pony by his wife, who had always wanted to try pegging but was too shy to ask.

“No, what? Noooo!” he screamed, as his wife tore down his trousers, turned him around, and bent him over the kitchen counter, kicking his legs open. Right before she entered him, he let out one final scream, “Nooooo, but I also consent to this and am really into this. But, NOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The writer had just learned an important lesson. 

DO NOT fuck with the Narrator’s Guild or its members. 

The Actual End