It’s not that you didn't love your husband. He was gentle and kind, and attended to your every need. There was just something missing. During your infrequent and unsatisfying missionary sex, your mind would often begin to wander. You wanted something rougher, something passionate, animalistic even.

It was your suggestion that you should try cuckolding. He was hurt at first, but after a few seconds you could see him getting turned on. A few days later you downloaded Hinge, and came across me: 6'3, 1 mile away, looking for something casual. Your panties begin get wetter with the thought of being used as someone's fucktoy. You hesitate for a minute before biting your lip and swiping right.

You answer the door to me in a silk robe. After a brief introduction, you click your fingers, snarling at your husband to get us some drinks. You lead me up to your marital bedroom, him trailing behind.

As I walk in, I grab you by the hips and slam you against the wall. You felt how hard I was pressed against you. You look up me with, one hand on my torso. An almost animalistic urge fills your eyes, looking across to your husband - "I'm going to let him fuck me senseless in ways you can only dream of" - you snarl at him, your wedding ring glistening in sweat. After ordering him to sit in the corner, he dutifully obliges and scurries away.

You hurriedly pull down your panties, still pinned helplessly against the wall. You unbuckle my belt and reach urgently inside my boxers, curling your hand around the smooth, rock-hard length of my cock, feeling the stickiness at the tip. You feel its length as it grows harder and are reminded of your husband's inadequacy. I guide my cock to the entrance of your aching clit, beginning to tease you, my cock softly brushing against you, moving it up and down, making sure I don't enter you, yet. You begin to softly moan as I feel you getting wetter.

I lean down and whisper in your ear what a filthy little married whore you are, getting a waft of the perfume he bought you as I do so. I can see your wet cunt dripping down your leg now, as I hear your breathing get stronger.

You look over cruelly to your husband - "I belong to him and him alone, do you understand me?". He nods his head, unable to conceal his arousal.

I place my hands under your ass and pick you up as you wrap your legs around me. I feel your heartbeat thudding against your skin. You gasp. "Beg for it" I growl back at you."Please, Sir" you ask softly back.

“You're my little fuck toy, my human fuck doll do you understand? Your married cunt belongs to me". You squirm under my grip as you try to use your legs to pull me into you. You husband becomes a mere memory. "Please sir, I need you to fill me up. I need to feel you stretch out my desperate pussy," you whisper to in a strained voice. Your pelvis spasms wildly and you thrust into me, needing to feel me inside you, a bitter sensation that would hurt at first, but one you craved as much as hearing the low growl of my voice as I degraded you.

If this scene interests you where I humiliate you in front of your pathetic husband, drop me a message. Also down to just chat about the scene as well, as well as couples.