Making Her A Hot Wife
I’ve always wanted to be a hot wife, how exciting!
I’m going to have to punish her. She has to stop this shit. This is certainly not the first time she has done this, but it will be the last.
I’ll give her a choice, knowing what she will choose.
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I step in the front door from work, looking for Scarlett. I found her upstairs in our bedroom. Going through bag after bag filled with expensive clothes, lingerie, make-up, and perfume. Several boxes of high-heeled shoes sat beside the bed.
“I received a credit card notice during an important meeting with new clients. Do you know how much money you spent today on all this crap? I’ll tell you over $5,000.00. You don’t need to buy more, you have enough stuff for 10 women,”
“Oh, Lucas, you know I’m worth it. Besides, how would you look if your arm candy didn’t look as hot as hell dressed in the latest fashion?”
“You’re getting an allowance from now on, and if you spend over it, I’ll cancel your card altogether,”
“That’s not fair, Lucas, not fair at all,”
“Why isn’t it, what do you do to earn it? You don’t work or clean, and you can’t cook to save your life,”
“I make you look good at all your business functions. I’m your hot wife and arm candy,”
“Arm candy, yes, but not a hot wife, not yet,”
“What in the hell does that mean?”
“Put your new crap away and come down to the kitchen,”
I invited my new clients over this evening to ravage my wife. She has chattered for years about wanting to be a hot wife, so here’s her chance. She can seal this deal and pay back the fortune she has spent.
Opening a bottle of wine, I poured us a glass. I could see the hamster wheel turning in her head, wondering what I was up to.
“You say you want to be a hot wife, so tonight you will be. I’ve invited my new clients over to fuck the hell out of you while I watch. You can help pay back all the money you have wasted buying more than you need. Tonight you will be their dinner,”
“Dinner? What if I say no?”
“It’s your choice, Scarlett. Hot wife or canceled credit card. Take off your clothes and lay on the kitchen table,”
“I’ve always wanted to be a hot wife. How exciting,” she said. A smile spread across her face, and a sparkle lit in her eyes.
Stripping out of her clothes, she lay across the table. I tied her legs to the table, her ass on the edge, her hands bound over her head. Having 15 minutes before they arrived, I’ll have a little fun.
I picked up the riding crop I bought on the way home. Holding it up for her to see, her eyes widened. I had to giggle, this was too much fun. Popping her left breast, her nipple hard as a rock.
“Ow, dammit, Lucas,”
“Are you going to be a good girl with the credit card and stay below your limit?” Popping her right breast several times.
She cried out, muttering she would be a good girl. I slipped my fingers through her soaking-wet lips. She moaned loudly, arching her ass off the table.
“Mmm… Your pussy’s soaking wet. I think you’re loving this,”
She shot me a grin and bit her lip. She’s so precious. It’s hard for me to stay mad at her for too long. I smacked her pussy in rapid succession with the riding crop. She moaned as an orgasm crashed through her core, wiggling her ass across the table.
Knock… Knock…
I answered the door, leading them to the kitchen. Pulling out a chair, giving me a perfect view of the show. They walked around the table. Their hands roamed her body. Squeezing her bountiful breasts as they took off their clothes.
Samuel took a seat. Her pussy in front of him like a plate of delicious food. Running his tongue through her wet lips, tasting her sweet nectar. He buried his face in her folds, licking and lapping, flicking his tongue around her clit.
Mike climbed on the table and shoved his rigid shaft down her throat. He pumps in and out of her mouth, gagging her, spit dripping down her face. His ass twerking as he thrusts in and out, pausing to give her a chance to take a breath before shoving it back in.
My cock grew hard and uncomfortable, trapped in my pants. I undressed, taking my hard cock in hand and stroking it. Surprised by how turned on I was, watching them ravage my wife.
Samuel slipped his thick fingers inside her, plunging them in and out of her as he sucked her clit.
She moaned around Mike’s cock as she came hard, her thighs shaking against the table, her back arched. He stood, ramming his cock in her sloppy cunt, pounding her mercilessly. The table scooted across the floor, making a horrible screeching sound.
“Let’s untie her and take her to the other room,” said Mike as he jumped off the moving table.
Taking her to the living room and putting her on her knees on the coffee table. Samuel rammed his cock back into her wet snatch, railing her hard. Mike shoved his length in her mouth. Thrusting in and out of her hard, her body lurching back and forth between them.
My orgasm on the edge of exploding, I gripped the base, squeezing to hold it at bay. Longing to shoot my load down her damn throat.
Samuel grabbed her hips, his fingertips digging into her flesh. Her orgasms crashing like waves. He pounded her like a jackhammer, his breath coming in low pants. Shooting his load deep inside her. Pulling out, their combined juices ran out of her cunt.
“It’s my turn. I want to fuck her ass,” said Mike as he walked behind her, shoving his cock in her puckered hole. She cried out. Samuel shoved his cock in her open mouth. I had to laugh…
“Suck my cock clean,” he demanded.
Mike’s breath got heavy as he railed her ass, beads of sweat streaming down his face. He came deep inside her, pumping until his balls were empty.
Close to cumming, I slipped my cock into her mouth. I laced my fingers through her long red hair, pumping in and out of her mouth. Her lips clamped tight around my girth, her tongue cradling my veiny shaft. I shot my load down her throat in ropes. She swallowed my load, licking my cock clean.
Scarlett moved to the couch, out of breath, and satisfied with the biggest smile on her face. Finally, getting what she has been wanting.
After we had cleaned up, I walked them to the door.
“Thank you, Lucas. We look forward to doing business with you,”
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