She walked in from work still wearing that tight pencil skirt, and I knew exactly what kind of night it was going to be. My wife, my filthy little slut, dropped her bag and looked me dead in the eye. "I need it rough tonight," she said, voice already thick. "Treat me like the wife smut I am."
I grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, bending her over the kitchen counter without another word. Her ass pushed back against me, skirt riding up to show the black thong she wore just for this. I yanked it aside and shoved two fingers straight into her pussy. She was soaked already, dripping down my knuckles. "Fuck yes," she moaned, grinding on my hand. "Finger that dirty wife cunt."
I pumped her hard, thumb circling her clit while she clawed at the countertop. Her juices coated my palm in seconds. When she started begging, I pulled my fingers out, licked them clean, and freed my cock. I slammed into her from behind in one thrust, balls deep, no teasing. She cried out and pushed back, taking every inch like the greedy slut she loved being.
I fucked her right there, skirt bunched at her waist, panties stretched to the side.
Each thrust made wet, filthy sounds as her pussy gripped me. "That's it," I growled. "Take that cock like a good wife slut." She came fast, legs shaking, cream running down her thighs. I didn't stop. I kept pounding until she was gasping and begging for more.
We barely made it to the bedroom. I stripped her the rest of the way, pushed her onto the bed on all fours, and buried my face between her legs from behind. I licked her from clit to asshole, tongue fucking both holes while she moaned into the pillows. "Eat my dirty wife pussy," she demanded. I sucked her swollen clit and slid a finger into her ass. She came again, grinding back on my face, soaking my chin.
When I flipped her onto her back and slid inside again, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deep. "Harder," she ordered. "Fuck your wife like you own her." I did, pounding her into the mattress, sweat slicking our skin. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked a nipple hard, biting just enough to make her yelp and clench around me.
She reached down and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, eyes locked on mine. "Tell me I'm your wife smut," she panted. "Tell me how nasty I am." I told her. I told her she was my married whore, my dripping fucktoy, the dirtiest wife on the block. She came screaming, pussy pulsing around my cock, squirting a little onto the sheets.
I pulled out and flipped her again, this time onto her stomach with her ass up. I spread her cheeks and pressed my cock against her tight hole. "You want it here too?" I asked. "Yes," she hissed. "Fuck my ass. Make your wife take it everywhere." I worked in slow at first, then faster once she relaxed. She reached back and spread herself wider, moaning like a porn star. "Deeper. Wreck that married ass."
I fucked her ass hard and deep while she fingered her own pussy. The sight of my cock disappearing into her, her ring finger glinting in the light, pushed me over. I came with a groan, pumping thick loads into her ass while she rubbed herself to another orgasm.
We collapsed in a sweaty heap, breathing hard. She turned her head and kissed me slow, almost sweet. "Round two in the shower?" she whispered, already reaching for my cock again. I was already getting hard. My wife, my perfect, nasty, insatiable wife smut. The night was just getting started.
