Chapter 2 – What Have I Created?

As my darling, beautiful, innocent, big-titted, cheating wife hummed in the kitchen—casually making dinner like she hadn't just turned my world inside out—I sat in stunned silence.

I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t broken.

If anything… I was intrigued.

I watched her move, soft curves swaying under that sundress, her hair still a little damp from a shower she’d taken after a week of being someone else's. Despite everything, my cock stirred in my pants.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

My mind raced: She sucked his cock? Just dropped to her knees and did it? She let him cum on her tits—when she’s always been grossed out by the thought of my cum inside her? Did she like it? Would she do that to me now? Could I even ask?

Instead, the first words out of my mouth were exactly what you'd expect from a man grasping for control.

“Is he bigger than me?”

She chuckled without looking up. “I knew that would be your first question.”

She turned around, gave me a sly grin. “And yes. Like you, he’s a grower. But he grows… more.”

A smug, delighted chuckle followed.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked, half afraid of her answer, half desperate to know.

She placed a pot on the stove, then turned and leaned on the counter, meeting my gaze head-on.

“It wasn’t the act of sucking his dick that thrilled me,” she said. “It was the fact that I was doing it. Doing something you never got. Something I never allowed myself to do for you. And I loved knowing you had no idea.”

She smiled darkly.

“My gag reflex still sucks, so I only took the head at first—slow strokes with my hand, light sucking, soft licks. But I played with his balls, too. He moaned that he’d fantasized about cumming on my big married tits.”

She leaned forward, her tone dropping.

“I smiled up at him… sucked harder… gagged a little—and that turned him on even more. It pushed him right over the edge. And when he exploded all over my tits… it was hot, sticky, nasty—and I was disgusted… and also, turned on. My pussy was dripping. I felt like a complete fucking slut.”

She paused for dramatic effect.

“And I loved it.”

I swallowed hard.

“I hate the taste of cum,” she continued. “Always have. But in that moment? I didn’t care. I took him back into my mouth. I sucked him clean. It was salty, sticky, gross… and delicious. You know why?”

She smirked.

“Because it wasn’t yours.”

I didn’t know what to say. My stomach churned, but my cock throbbed.

“I looked up at that gorgeous man and said, ‘Help me become the slut I’ve always fantasized about—but my husband never deserved.’”

He didn’t hesitate. He stood, took my hand, and led me to the couch.

“He began praising my body, telling me how much he’d craved me—how badly he wanted to use me like the dirty little slut he always imagined. He made me promise that while we were intimate, I wouldn’t mention you at all. He said there would be plenty of time for that, but when I was naked, I was his. Nothing else.”

She paused—just enough to make me feel it.

“I agreed. I didn’t even hesitate.”

She sat straighter as she told it, like the memory of it gave her posture power.

“He had me kneel on the couch and lean forward over the back of it. He squeezed my ass, kissed down my back, and then—oh my fucking god—he started eating my pussy and my ass. You remember the one time you tried to do that? I told you to stop. But this… this was different. I came from just his tongue on my asshole. It was like my whole pussy opened up for him. It begged him.”

Her cheeks flushed—not with shame, but with satisfaction.

“He started to finger me, and I stopped him. I needed more. I begged.”

‘Please fuck me! Fuck me like a slut! PLEASE!’

“Without a word, he stood, pressed the head of his cock against my soaking pussy, and held me in place. I couldn’t move. He was in control, and that turned me on more than anything ever has.”

“He told me he loved hearing my southern accent beg for his cock. So I gave him more—told him how I’d fantasized about this, how I’d touched myself to the thought of being his. I confessed that every time I came with you… I was picturing him.”

She didn’t blink.

“His perfect 8-inch cock reached places your 7-incher never could. That extra inch was fucking magic. I came on his cock—three times—while he railed me, spanked me, called me his filthy little fucktoy slut. He pulled my hair, slapped my tits, and said I was his for the rest of the week to use however he wanted.”

Her breathing grew shallow, but her voice stayed steady.

“That night… that first fuck… it awakened something. I’d always fantasized about being submissive. About giving up control. About being someone else’s slut. And when he fucked me like that—when he used me—I finally felt it. I felt whole.”

She leaned on the counter again, eyes locked to mine.

“I lay there on the couch, my body wrecked in the best way, and I thought… This is my chance. To be the woman I’ve watched in porn. The one who does anything a man wants. And for the first time… I felt justified.”

She turned back to the stove without skipping a beat.

“Anyway,” she said, stirring the pot like she hadn’t just shattered every truth I believed about our marriage, “do you want salad with your spaghetti?”

I stared at her, stunned. “I… I’m not even sure I’ll be able to eat.”

My stomach churned, hearing about everything she’d done—and loving how easy it was for her to say it.

She continued, unbothered.

“As I recovered from the best fuck of my life, Jake gave me his hand and led me to the shower. We lathered up, touched, explored… tasted each other. It was divine.”

She smiled softly, almost lovingly.

“Afterward, he asked if I wanted to go out for lunch or just order DoorDash. I didn’t feel like going out, so we cuddled on the couch while we waited. He gave me one of his silk robes—said he always keeps one for women who stay over. He was constantly touching me. Rubbing my tits. Kissing my neck. Like he couldn’t keep his hands off me.”

She turned toward me, eyes sharp now.

“When the food arrived, I answered the door without even thinking about it being his house. I wasn’t fully exposed, but I was close enough that the delivery guy damn near dropped the bag.”

He said, ‘Thanks for making my day!’

“Jake laughed and said that kid was probably going to jerk off in the car before pulling away.”

She chuckled to herself, then picked back up.

“We ate, talked a little more. But I’d had enough talk about you for the moment. I stood up, dropped my robe, and told him I was ready to be a slut again.”

‘Show me that you’re a slut.’

“I opened his robe and started sucking his cock again. This time, he took charge—guided me, told me exactly what to do. He said I’d take his load in my mouth. That I needed to prove I was his slut… that I’d do it for his pleasure, not just mine. And I was so willing.”

‘I’ll do anything you want. I promise.’

“I took him deep, ignoring my gag reflex, pushing past it. I wanted to be used. I placed his hand on my head. I needed it.”

“He got the message—and started fucking my face. It was exactly like the porn I used to watch. Those girls being used like toys… and now it was me.”

“My pussy was soaked. He groaned, said he was about to cum. I started to pull away—instinct—but he held me firm. I couldn’t move.”

“He came. In my mouth. Hot. Salty. Nasty. And I swallowed it.”

She looked directly at me as she said it.

“I hated the feeling… but I loved what it meant. That he made me do it. That I was being made to be that kind of woman.”

“When he finished, he wiped the dribble from my chin and pulled me up.”

‘Good girl. A real slut hungrily does whatever a man wants. Now go to the bedroom—on your hands and knees.’

She paused, then kept going—this time slowly.

“Without hesitation, and more turned on than I’ve ever been, I crawled to the bedroom.”

‘You’re here to be a slut. To explore everything you’ve held back. Your safe word is coconut.’

‘Yes, sir.’

“My pussy tingled just saying it. Sir. It made me feel owned. Desired. I was dripping.”

“He cuffed my wrists to the bottom of the headboard. I was exposed. Vulnerable. And I loved it.”

“He rubbed my ass, spread my cheeks, and asked…”

‘Are you my slut?’

‘God, yes,’ I moaned. ‘I’m all yours to use.’

“He slid a finger into my ass, and I gasped. You’ve tried before—and I always made you stop. But this time? I wanted it. I craved it.”

‘Have you ever had this tight married ass fucked?’

“I couldn’t even pretend to hesitate.”

‘No… please, please… fuck my slut ass.’

“And as I said it, something shifted in me.”

His cum was the first on my tits.

His was the first I ever tasted.

And now… his cock would be the first in my ass.

‘No,’ I moaned again, breathless. ‘Please… fuck my slut ass.’

He laughed.

‘You’re mine to use… you’re my toy now.’

And I believed him.

— To Be Continued —