A Fragile Wife - Page 52
“Does it feel good?” Ken asked, putting his electronic cigarette away. “Does your pussy like being packed, Wife?”
She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out as anything more than a whimper. Caden was squeezing her ass, pulling his cock out and feeling how stretched she was with his fingers. Lana bent down, head scraping the bed. Feeling a strange man’s fingers inside her, forcing her open so she could take his cock, was almost too much to bear.
When Caden tried again, the tip of his cock burrowing farther this time, Lana let out an unfamiliar cry. Oh my God. Oh my God. The smirk on Ken’s face humbled her.
This was for him. This wasn’t necessarily about her pleasure, but his. And Lana thrived with that knowledge.
“Yes!” she shouted, fingers grabbing sheets as she forced her hips back, attempting to take more of Caden’s cock. She was opening. Not a lot, but enough to take a little more of him as the seconds passed. He would pull out, let her get wet again, and then slide in again. It got easier each time, but no less intrusive, no less intense. Lana did not have a body meant for taking men of this size, but she would do her damndest to do it – and enjoy it.
“Good girl,” Ken said softly. “Take that man’s cock. All the way, honey.”
He didn’t have to tell her that. From the moment Caden started sliding into her, easier than ever, Lana became determined to feel his damned balls slap against her ass.
It wasn’t easy. She didn’t expect it to be easy because she was.
“Fuck my wife, sub,” Ken said. “She’s been a naughty girl and deserves to have her pussy torn in two. You’re the lucky man to do it.”
Lana would have told him to piss off, but now was not the time.
Instead, she said, “Do you like this, Ken? You like watching me take on some stranger’s big dick?”
“Always, love.”
He said it too easily. As if that disinterested façade wasn’t a façade at all, but how he really felt right now. Fuck that. “It feels good,” she whimpered, and she did not lie. Even through the discomfort, she felt that relieving pleasure of a woman accepting a man into her body. It was sexual, yes, but also so liberating. She was high on the life this man passed on to her. High on the need to have him fuck her brains out, to give her an experience she had never felt before.
Namely, turning her into a vessel of her husband’s pleasure – and he wasn’t even touching her.
When Caden “broke” through, groaning in relief as he pushed himself in as deep as physically allowed, Lana gave herself over to nothing but sex. She retreated into herself, knees buckling against the bed, breath heavy, heavier, heaviest when Caden pulled out, thrust back in, and made her scream into the sheets.
The man’s strong hands held her hips to his, thrusting into her, long, cruel strokes of his cock that opened her beyond her limits. I’m going to be so loose after this. That’s what Ken wanted. He wanted to see his wife’s gaping pussy after another man had been inside her. It got him off to think of Lana as a commodity to be passed around, to relive a part of that gangbang she always told him about. This doesn’t even compare. This is one man and his huge erection. None of the men in that frat came close to this. She would have died.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, hands splayed against the sheets as Caden began to go at her earnestly. Steady rhythms filled her body, Caden grunting like a beast as he rammed himself into her, over and over, making her feel more and more like her husband’s disposable whore.
She went into this situation feeling confident and sensual. Now she had a brief moment of panic, wondering what her husband really thought.
“Ken!” she cried, not struggling against Caden for all her worry. She sat up, letting the man fuck her, his cock swelling in preparation of orgasm. Oh God no, I can’t handle that… “Kenny…”
“What is it, baby? You’re so hot right now.”
“Really?” Her lip trembled. Nipples brushed against the sheets in this position, and before Lana knew it, pleasure began to spread through her. Euphoria took root in her brain, making it more pleasing than ever to look into her husband’s stoic visage as his fingers clenched against his thighs. “You like this?”
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