The Neglected Wife

Sienna’s husband bails. Again. She calls Kelly, the one person who always picks up. Kelly’s been waiting for a crack in that marriage. She steps inside, locks the door, and doesn’t waste time. Hands on Sienna’s hips, mouth at her ear, she pushes until Sienna’s bent over the back of the couch. Lube glistens on Kelly’s fingers. One, then two, then three slide past that tight ring. Sienna gasps, pushes back, hungry for more. Kelly keeps stretching, working her open, until four fingers sink deep and Sienna’s hole starts to give. The gape comes slow, shiny, obscene. Kelly smiles, keeps going. Her whole hand disappears to the wrist. Sienna’s breathing in short, broken sounds. The sofa creaks under the weight. Then the front door opens. Steve stands there, suitcase still in his hand, watching his wife get fisted by another woman. He should be angry. Instead his cock hardens so fast it hurts. He calls Kelly a home-wrecker, says she’s turning his wife into a dyke, but the words only make him throb. He drops his pants, steps in, and the punishment begins. He takes Kelly first, driving into her ass without mercy while Sienna watches, dripping. Then he flips Sienna onto her back, folds her knees to her chest, and sinks balls-deep into her wrecked hole. Both women moan, stretched around him, holes fluttering and raw. He switches between them, pounding one while fingering the other, keeping them open, keeping them used. Cum drips from both stretched asses before he’s finished. Steve doesn’t stop until they’re gaping, shaking, and marked.