I cant believe my eyes… the love of my life laying on her back exposed with cum on the pearl necklace I bought her for our anniversary. I assume he gave her his own version. What a humiliation. 

I’m not a cock but watching Lucy on her back with her messy hair and her perky tits poking out of her sateen slip dress bouncing as the cum on the tip of her nipples shine is an aphrodisiac. I can’t help but notice she’s enjoying this. my pretty little prostitute. My dear wife. My dear stretched out wife. Drenched in cum on our bed. Looking at her toes clenching as he is fucking her like an animal. He’s not having sex or making love. He is fucking her pussy with a primal passion. He doesn’t care about her. For him she is just a pussy to be fucked. His big hands cups Lucy’s tits. He starts groping her. Lucy is so small in comparison. Does she look like that when I fuck her too?

She is a fucking mess. Her curvy figure is struggling under this man. He let go of her tits and I can see his hand prints on her perky tits. her fair skin blushes everywhere she gets touched. a work of art. I look at her with her mouth open looking like she’s begging for a kiss. The man notices it too. He starts invading her mouth as he pumps in her. 

I know I am supposed to feel bad about turning my beautiful innocent housewife into a cum rag for men but cock is throbbing. She’s doing a good job smiling at him. She looks at me and giggles as she grabs the dollar bills sticking with cum to her tits and start counting. What a fucking whore.

“Don’t worry babe. I know it not much but the next customer said he can help us pay the loan back” she said as she stepped into the shower.

“Well I highly doubt it that he will help us” I sighed

“If you think I’m such a cheap whore then why did you pimped me out” she’s shouting as  she steps out. 

I stare at her thighs with cum running down. She runs towards me and starts hitting me manically. I hold her arms and keep her in my arms. Her chest is going up and down and she’s breathless. angry. i hold her face my free hand. And start kissing her mouth. She tastes diffrent. She tastes… touched.

She pushes me and walks towards the shower. Was she shy?

Am I less of a man for making her do it?

Why can’t I stop thinking about her getting fucked. 

I cannot shake that image of her laying on her back with cum on her plump red lips and neck. Cum on her  nipples and her soft flustered pussy. Looking used and tired. 

I look down at my tights and that fuckers cum is there. 

I need to change. I can’t be wearing another man’s cum.

Who is the new customer she was talking about…

I hope it’s not someone we know 

God I hope it’s not him.