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The Repairman Fucked Me On The Kitchen Counter While My Cuck Husband Watched — 2

Matias fucked me senseless in front of my cuck husband, filled me with load after load, and made Bryan lick every drop while he stroked his pathetic cock.

Matias threw me on my back, spread my legs obscenely wide and slammed back in.

Missionary, deep, brutal.

His big balls hit my butt.

He was like he was claiming territory, raw and possessive, he was hitting my cervix.

“Tell him,” Matias said, his voice rough.

“Say to your cuck husband who is the owner of this pussy now.”

“You do,” I moaned, looking straight at Bryan.

“Matias owns your wife's puss, you haven't been fucking me properly in more than a year, he's doing it in minutes.”

Bryan’s eyes were glassy, hand pumping desperately.

“Yeah, I know… fuck, I know.”

Matias flipped me doggy, face down ass up right in front of my husband.

He came back in with one savage punch, holding my hips and pounding.

My tits pulled on the sheets.

I resisted him, and his ass was jiggling with every push.

“Spank me,” I demanded.

“Mark your new property as he watches.”

Matias's large hand broke my butt.

Once.

Twice.

Red handprints bloomed.

I shrieked with delight, pussy gushing.

He wrapped his hand around my clit and rubbed.

I returned, splashing down my thighs, wetting the bed.

Matias pulled me out, flipped me over and straddled my chest.

He rubbed his sodden dick over my tits.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

I did.

He exploded—thick, heavy ropes of cum exploding all over my tongue, lips, tits and neck.

I swallowed what fell in my mouth, moaning like a whore.

But he wasn’t done.

He pushed his dick back into my pussy and continued to fuck through the shit.

Bryan was losing it, furiously stroking.

“No, don't cum yet, cuck,” I sweetly warned.

“Watch him own me.”

Matias then had another orgasm and pulled out and fed me his cock.

I sucked him till I got all his cum and my pussy mixed in.

He quickly became hard again.

This time he had me ride him backwards facing Bryan, cowgirl style.

I bounced on that thick cock, ass jiggling, tits flopping.

Matias reached around, fingered my clit and pinched my nipples.

“Tell him how much better I feel,” Matias growled.

“So much better,” I panted, looking at my husband.

“His cock hits places you never could, I'm going to cum again on it.”

I did, I did, I did, shaking, squirting, screaming Matias' name.

Bryan was broken and aroused, pre-cum was pouring from his dick.

Matias finally let go again and pulled me off and covered my ass and back with another fat load.

I lay on the bed, sweating and cumming, cunt blown and mouth open.

Bryan was still stroking, desperate.

“Come here,” I said softly.

“But you can't fuck me, you can clean me.”

He came over, his face red with shame and lust.

As Bryan licked my pussy, tasting the combination of my juices and the bull's cum, Matias watched, cock softening.

He licked my tits clean as well, whimpering the whole time.

“Good boy,” I cooed, stroking his hair.

“This is what you will get from now on, watch real men own your wife while you fuck your pathetic cock.

Matias got dressed, slapped my ass one more time and walked away with a smirk on his face.

“Call me when the machine breaks again… or when you want it to break.”

Bryan was next, licking the last drops from my thigh and making a weak shot on my own hand.

Afterwards we lay there, me glowing, my body sore and satisfied, him quiet and spent.

I kissed his forehead softly.

“Still love you,” I whispered.

“But this is what I need.

And you're going to give it to me.”

He nodded, his eyes wet.

The cuck in him was at last released.

The remainder of the week was hazy.

I sent Matias a text every day.

Sexted him pictures from our bedroom.

I made all the videos and Bryan watched them all, me fingering myself, thinking about the bull, me doing deepthroat on a dildo.

He was able to get hard for all of it, but he could not touch me.

Matias returned again on Friday night.

This time Bryan was in the chair from the beginning, naked and his cock was already hard and leaking.

Matias and I did a full show.

We started slow in the living room.

Matias took me apart, kissing every inch of my body, neck, tits, stomach, thighs.

He was on my pussy for about 30 minutes on the couch, getting me to cum three times with his tongue and fingers, while Bryan slowly stroked me, following my instructions not to cum.

Then I sucked Matias’s cock on my knees in front of my husband.

Sloppy, gagging, drooling, taking him as deep as I could, looking Bryan in the eyes.

“This is the way a real man's dick is sucked by a wife,” I said between slurps.

Matias took me to the bedroom.

He fucked me in every position—missionary with my legs on his shoulders, doggy with my face in the pillow, me riding him while facing Bryan so he could see the cock disappearing into my stretched cunt.

Each time I came I made sure to moan loud, to describe how full I felt, how deep Matias hit.

Bryan was jerking frantically, but he was able to restrain himself until I gave him permission.

Finally when Matias poured in a big creampie in my pussy, I made Bryan clean all of it.

He licked and sucked, watching as Matias watched, stroking himself back to hardness.

Then Matias fucked me again, pulling out to cum on my face while Bryan licked it off.

Hours passed.

We used the whole house, kitchen counter, living room floor, even against the window where neighbors may see shadows.

Bryan came twice, both times from watching, shooting onto his stomach like the denied cuck he was.

I was so tired by the end, my pussy was swollen and I was cumming all over myself.

Matias left with a kiss on my cum stained lips and a promise to come back.

Bryan curled up next to me, exhausted and docile.

Thank you,” he whispered.

I smiled in the dark, already thinking of the next time.

My sexless cuck husband had finally taken his place, watching, stroking, serving, a better man owned his wife entirely.

I felt more powerful, more desired, more alive than ever before.

THE END