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Part 1 is here, I split this in half due to word count: [

# Wife’s POV

His lips moved against my skin in a slow sensual rhythm, coaxing every nerve ending inside of me to life.

My nipples hardened under the thin fabric of my bra, and moisture pooled between my thighs.

I wanted him so badly, I could barely think straight. The alluring stranger tasted like whiskey and danger, but it was his mouth that was making me forget everything else except for the feel of his tongue stroking mine.

My husband laid forgotten in the furthest recesses of my mind as, for the first time in 11 years, I gave myself to someone other than him. It was frightening how good being appreciated and lusted over by someone else was making me feel.

This man’s touch ignited a fire deep inside me that only he seemed able to quench.

My body burned with desire, and I knew if we didn’t stop soon, we’d end up doing something neither me or my husband would ever be able to forget.

But then again, maybe that was what me and Jackson, both needed right now.

We had been married long enough to understand that sometimes sex wasn’t about love or passion — it was often simply about satisfying a basic human need and fine, maybe I also wanted a confirmation that I was still sexy and exciting in the eyes of someone who wasn’t the husband I adored, a husband almost duty-bound to remind me that he loved me.

My lover broke off the kiss first, breathing heavily as he stared at me intently.

“You’re not going to tell me your name?” He whispered hoarsely against my lips before kissing them gently once more.

“No, because this is just sex, I love my husband,” I said breathlessly.

It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to pull away from him. I felt lightheaded and dizzy. All I wanted to do was throw myself into his strong arms and beg him to take me right then.

However, I wasn’t going to be reckless about this entire thing. I reached for my purse and pulled out a condom.

He watched me with hooded eyes.

“Good thinking,” he said.

He ripped open the wrapper and slid it over himself.

It was so erotic, to watch a guy put on a condom — the way he took his erect cock in hand, cradling it with gentleness, and the way the transparent latex stretched and covered its veiny surface, it was difficult to continue to act like a wife and not a total slut.

I needed his cock in my pussy and he must’ve felt the same need to connect with my body, because he was quick to lift me up onto the bed.

The mattress dipped under our weight and he kissed me as he slid my panties off me, using his teeth. His fingers found my clit and stroked me gently.

“God, your husband is so fucking lucky,” he said between kisses.

His lips left hot wet trails on my skin.

My body ached for more but I didn’t want to rush things.

So I laid there while he caressed me until my legs began to tremble and my core quivered. When I finally came undone, I wrapped my arms around him and brought him close against me.

“I need your cock inside me now.”

My words were barely a whisper when his lips met mine in another hungry kiss that left us both breathless.

He rolled over onto his back with me straddling him so that he could guide himself into my tight hole. His hands held the cheeks of my ass as he pushed himself deep inside me again and again. The feel of our bodies joined was incredible; it made every nerve ending tingle and sent shivers down my spine.

It also left me wanting more.

“Harder,” I panted.

He pulled out, slowly, and then thrust hard and fast at first, making my tits bounce and my breath to hitch.

Our bodies slapped against each other loudly, lewdly.

I could hear my husband grunting behind me.

It sounded like he was jerking off to me getting fucked by another man.

Was this what he wanted, for real?

Did he want to see me taken like some cheap whore or did he just enjoy watching his precious wife get fucked?

Either way, I didn’t care.

There was nothing else on earth that mattered right now except being filled with this stranger’s cock.

He thrust his hips forward once more and then pulled out of me.

I felt a slight twinge in my pussy as the head slipped from between my lips.

However, my pussy wasn’t empty for long. Bare and hot, my husband’s cock replaced the man’s and he began to pound me vigorously. His balls slapped against my ass and once more, the obscene sounds of flesh smacking together echoed throughout the room.

“Oh yeah,” the man underneath me groaned. “Looks like your husband liked that so much, he wanted to join in.”

My husband continued to fuck me from behind, stretching my pussy around his fat cock.

His hands were on my hips pulling me back against him as he pounded into me over and over again.

My body was shaking with excitement as I felt the orgasm building deep inside of me.

“I need more, I pleaded,” and Jackson knew what I meant.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair. Pulling on it tight enough so that my head was forced up backward him, he used it like a leash, to control and overpower me, as he continued to slam his cock in hard and fast.

It hurt at first but then I got used to it and the pain turned to pleasure.

I loved how his thick shaft was stretching my pussy wide open.

“I’m gonna cum,” he growled between grunts. “You ready?”

He pulled his cock all the way out until only the tip remained inside me before slamming it back in. He fucked me harder than ever before, pounding my pussy over and over again.

Then finally it happened — I screamed out loud as my body shook uncontrollably beneath that of my husband’s. I cried out for more as he slammed his cock into me one last time, shooting his hot load deep inside my abused cunt.

We both collapsed onto the bed exhausted, one on each side of the stranger we used to spice up our sex life.

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**Author Note: The characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.**

**All rights reserved, as this is part of my work as an erotica author, so please just read and enjoy, don’t post elsewhere without crediting me.**

NSFW: yes

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