Yet she knew this was not necessarily for Ken’s amusement, although he undoubtedly got off on it. This was about her, even still.
This was about putting her in her place. God knew she needed it.
“Does it taste good?” Ken asked, his cock ready to take his wife as she whimpered against a woman’s wet slit. “Can you taste me in her?”
Yes, she could. It was mostly Grace’s scent and taste, but Ken had definitely been here recently. After twelve years together, Lana knew his presence.
It made her want to worship the mistress, a woman lucky enough to be bestowed with Ken Andrews’s cock. In another few seconds, Lana would be as worthy as well.
“Don’t underestimate me, Wife.” Ken pushed himself in, the friction from Lana’s unusually tight entrance making them both wince. “You may get to have your fun sometimes, but this still belongs to me.”
The way he said it filled Lana with the kind of twisted elation that would scare off most women. This man wanted to own her. Possess her. Lord over her with the fact he had a cock and she was in love with him. In that moment, she didn’t care who he banged on the side. She forgot her petty jealousies that may not have meant anything at all… because Ken had given up the chance to claim the mistress to instead take his wife.
I love him so much.
Even when it hurt. Even when he was so rough with her that she cried out in a mixture of pain and need. Even when he shoved her face down into another woman’s wetness, forcing her to breathe that scent deeply into her nose as she licked Grace’s slit up and down. The mistress laughed. Laughed at her and how quickly she had been put into her place.
Go on. Laugh at me. I’m the one he’s fucking.
No, she was the slut now. She was higher in status than Grace, but she was lower in her husband’s eyes right now. Did she love it!
“Don’t fight my cock,” Ken barked, his cock already swelling inside his wife. Don’t come yet, baby. Give me another minute of this! “Don’t you want it, Lana? Don’t you want me fucking you like you deserve?”
“I’m not fighting!” She sounded so pathetic, muffled by another woman’s body. “Please, sir, I’m not!”
“Then take my cock like the obedient wife you are.”
She sobbed, and she wasn’t sure why. Was it because her husband took her to that place in front of another woman? If it were going to happen in front of anyone, it would be Grace, their tight-lipped mistress who couldn’t judge them even if she wanted. Besides, she’s seen me peg him and call him a sissy. Nothing was sacred in front of the mistress, not even words like that.
“Yes, sir,” Lana finally said. “I’m a bigger whore than this one here.”
“Damn straight you are.” He pulled out and slammed into her again, opening her up, but barely enough. Luckily, Lana was so aroused that she was wet enough to take whatever he gave her now. “This woman may be a professional, but you married me. You know what that means.”
I married you, so I’m the biggest whore of all. They said they went halfsies, but Ken had the biggest advantage. He paid for so much. He gave his wife countless new opportunities by marrying and going into business with her. He gave her credibility with his last name. No matter how Lana spun it, she would always be Ken’s biggest whore.
She nearly pulled her own hair out of her scalp from how hot the realization made her.
“Now shut up and take what you deserve.”
“Yes, sir.”
She was trapped between his harsh cock and the soft woman in front of her. Grace could only watch in fascination as this dynamic unfolded before her. What was she thinking? That these two were certifiably crazy? We are. Everyone knows it. That they were the best time she ever had? That she would be paying for a new designer dress with the bonus they would give her… to keep quiet about how Ken Andrews made his ball-busting wife Lana admit she was his biggest whore?
Who cared?
Lana buried her face in Grace, moaning into the welcoming folds of this professional woman as Ken took her deep and raw from behind. Pulsations spread through Lana’s abdomen. Her husband’s cock swelled in her entrance, threatening to stretch her to limits she normally didn’t push. The mistress writhed beneath her mouth, orgasming from the intensity of the situation.