Slut For My Friends Husband

I am a 29 year-old hot wife. I have shoulder length blonde hair. I am six foot tall and thin. I have a tight, hot ass, long legs, and my tits are a B cup. My husband looks terrible. He has let himself go, and I am not really turned on by him. I have not cheated on him but find myself checking out hot guys all the time. 

My friend just had a baby, and I agreed to make dinner for her family. Wearing a sweat suit, I brought dinner to her house. She answered the door and apologized that she had to go to a hastily scheduled doctor’s appointment. She asked me to help her husband, Kyle, get it started. 

Kyle is gorgeous. He has a rock hard body and dark eyes. He comes down the steps in a tight t-shirt and jeans. “Hi Kyle,” I said with a smile. 

He looked me up and down. He took the lasagna and put it on the counter. “Thanks for bringing this. That was really nice.” He put the oven on preheat. “You look great,” he said. 

“Thanks,” I blushed. I was nervous. I had caught him looking at me in the past, but this was the first time that I had been alone with him. I knew that they weren’t having much sex. I knew that my friend didn’t give head, and that he didn’t like that. 

I gathered myself and placed the lasagna into the oven. As I was doing so, I felt a hand on my ass. I stood up, “Ummm, Kyle, what are you doing?”

He pulled me into him and kissed me. I let out a deep moan. He started to kiss my neck. I was groaning in pleasure. “Kyle, stop – this is so wrong.” 

He nibbled on my ear and whispered, “I have always wanted you. You are so beautiful. I cannot take it anymore. I am going to make you mine.”

I let out a gasp over how he was speaking to me. He spun me around and bent me over the counter. “Put your palms and elbows on the counter,” he commanded. 

I did as he said, “W-w-what are you doing?” 

Then I felt a firm, hard hand slap into my ass. “Oh,” I gasped. He explained to me that I was going to be his slut. He hit my ass again. I gasped again. His hits got harder and more frequent. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. 

I felt his hand rubbing into my pussy and clit. “Ooooohhhhhhh,” I moaned. He then pulled his hand back and slapped my pussy. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He continued rubbing and slapping my pussy.

“Are you a slut?” he asked as he slapped my pussy. 

He then rubbed his hand into me. “Oh, yes. I am your slut, Kyle.” 

He slapped my pussy harder. “Call me master.”

“Yes, master.”

He pulled my pants down and told me to turn around. I did as I was told. “Take off your sweatshirt,” he told me. I did as I was told and was standing before him in my black bra and panties. 

“Do you know how to please a man?”

“Yes master.” I immediately got on my knees and started unbuttoning his jeans. Out sprung the thickest cock I had ever seen. I kissed the head. There was some precum on the tip. He took his finger and wiped the cum off of his tip and put it on my upper lip. I stuck out my tongue and let a long lick across my lip. “Mmmmmmmmm, master. That tastes so good.” 

He let out a groan, “That’s a good slut. Now take it in your mouth.” 

I opened my mouth and took him inside. He let out a groan, and my pussy got wet. I started to bob my head while holding his rock hard ass. He was thrusting his hips into my face. I felt like a cheap slut, and it was exciting. 

“Take off the rest of your clothes while you suck me, slut.” It was difficult but I did as intended. I was naked ready to do whatever he wanted me to do. 

He was now naked, too. He told me to stand up. He picked me up and held me against him. My right hand was on his muscular arm and my left had was across his strong back. He lined his cock up and started to fuck me in the air. 

I was screaming in pleasure. His big cock was splitting me in half, and gravity had me impaling myself on his large cock. Unless his strong arms raised me up, all of weight came down on his giant cock.

I was thrusting up and down. “Oh master, this feels so good. Ahhhhhhhh.” His thick cock and muscular body were driving me crazy. 

He then put me on his round kitchen table. He laid me back, and my head was coming off the other end. Just the tip of him was inside me. He was teasing me. 

“Please, please fuck me. Please.” 

“Beg harder,” he instructed. 

“Yes sir. Please, I am a slut who needs your hard cock inside. Please give it to me. I am a cheap slut who needs your hard cock.” 

He was still at the tip, then jammed his thick dick deep inside me. “Ahhhhhhhh.” He started pounding my pussy like I was a slab of meat. I knew I would be sore later, but at this moment it hurt so good. He was fucking me.

“Yessss. Fuck me, yes master.” 

“Are you my married slut?”

“Yes, I am your married slut to be used like a no good whore.” It felt so good. I was about to come. He was splitting me apart and banging harder into my clit than I had ever experienced. “Holy fuuuucccccckkkk. I am cuuummmming.” I started humping into his big cock, my pussy juices dripping onto his kitchen table where his wife, my friend, would eat. 

He fucked me until I stopped cumming. Then he was close to cumming himself. He suddenly pulled out from inside me. He took the kitchen table and spun it around so that my head hung over the table with his cock in my face. I opened my mouth wide. He started shooting a huge load all over my face and mouth. The first shot hit my mouth and nose. The second in my eyes. He started shooting into my mouth, filling me with his hot cum. He got more on my face. He was cumming forever. Once he was done cumming, he rubbed his cock over my cum covered face and put it in my mouth. I licked off more cum, swallowing whatever I could. 

He backed up. I sat up and got off the table. “I better clean myself quick.” I wiped the cum off of my face, and we both dressed quickly. 

“Are you still a spoiled princess who sits home and does nothing?” he asked. 

“I guess.” 

“Tomorrow I will be over at lunchtime to fuck you in your bed.”

“O-o-okay,” I stammered.

“You can show yourself out.” 

My pussy was still wet. “Yes master,” I said as I left his house.