“I’m hungry” was the entire content of the message from your wife. Followed by a photo of her thigh high leather boot. She knew that it would drive you wild.

Your wife had a sex addiction. You knew that when you married her. She was constantly looking for sex. The fact she was having multiple affairs didn’t bother you. In fact it gave you somewhat of a break. However much sex the two of you had, she always wanted more.

That didn’t mean she didn’t drive you wild though. And you struggled to concentrate as you drove home given how hard your cock was in your pants. She had sucked you off before you went to work, you had phone sex in the bathroom stall at work, and you had jerked off to the photos of her in leather. So despite your balls being well and truly drained, your cock threatened to split your pants.

You pulled into the driveway, narrowly avoid smashing into the garage. You practically ran to the front door, fumbling the keys to unlock it. Stepping inside, you noticed the tv screen was playing a home movie from when your wife serviced four black men. Her screams as her ass was pounded echoed out.

“Honey I’m home!” You shout.

You heard the sound of heels on the stairs. Looking up you saw your wife descend. She was wearing thigh high leather boots, a dog collar, and leather gloves. She hair was in its usual short shaved Mohawk, her makeup thick. Her pierced tits sat on her chest like beach balls, and her cock bobbed up and down already rock hard.

She made her way down the stairs and towards you, backing you up against the wall.

“I’m glad you’re here. I’m hungry for cock. The delivery driver wasn’t enough. I need my hubby’s dick!”

21 , just start from my prompt.