Dominated by my lovers wife
Wife!OC x Bimbo!Reader x CheatingHusband!OC
Summary: You been having an affair knowingly with a married man. Fortunately his wife finds out and teaches you a lesson that doesn’t quite go accordingly to plan.
Warning: Smut with no plot. This is fake. Not real. Don’t do this in real life. Dead dove do not eat.
Taboo: Cheating + Domination + non con
“How could you just sleep with a married man?” She yells, and you can do nothing more than flinch away at her tone that cracks down at you like a whip. Her eyes bore into you for answers and you have non to offer her… at least, non-that she’d be happy to hear. “Well? I’m waiting.” She pushes, causing you to shrink, wishing nothing more than for the ground to part and swallow you whole.
This was meant to be the last time. It was just meant to be a one-night stand— nothing more. But somehow you got sucked in by his heavy cock which just seemed to curl right into a spot that made your knees weak.
You saw the ring, but… your pussy hadn’t been touched in so long. Besides, someone’s marriage terms was non-of-your business. At least, that’s what you told yourself.
Well, regardless, he insisted meeting you at the club, no harm right? Until he convinced you to come back to his home— just one last fuck. He hadn’t anticipated his wife’s unexpected return home from her business trip.
As soon as she entered through main door, catching you two locking lips on her brand new couch, he scurried away like a cowardly rat. Tossing you in the deep end on a wildly uncomfortable confrontation.
“I should go home.” You say abruptly, attempting to stand up only for his wife’s manicured hands slam against you, pushing you back down onto the couch.
“You’re not going anywhere.” She announces. Looming from above, looking down at you like the trash you are. “Think you can just fuck my husband and get away with it?”
“We didn’t even—“
“Spare me! I know you two have been messing around for a while!” She snaps, leaning down until her icy eyes were on level with yours. “I knew there was something going on! I just couldn’t figure out when or who it was.”
“Yes, okay, I admit I did know he was married but I would’ve fucked anyone.” You try to reason. As if those words were remotely reassuring.
“So you’re just a desperate slut?” She asks. Knee dropping between your legs, her figure hovering above you, invading all of your personal space. “Actions have consequences— you’re in dire need of punishment.” She threatened, her face now mere millimetres from your own.
“I’m sorry.” You whimper, icy fear spilling down your spine at the terrifying heat behind her eyes.
“It’s too late for apologies — you’re going to be begging me for mercy.”
Before you knew what was happening, her hands flew to the hem of your mini club dress, pulling the fabric harshly up your body, her hands beneath your legs, cupping the back of your knees and shoving them up to your head until you topple backwards. Lounging back into the couch as your flimsy panties are suddenly shoved to the side, a finger harshly shoving into your cunt, her fingers harshly pumping into your needy core causing you to whine out at the sudden intrusion. Her dry fingers burned, but your lingering arousal from kissing quickly coated her fingers.
“What are you doing?!” You squeal, your words drying in your throat as you feel a harsh lick along your cunt.
“You’re a filthy slut— I’m going to do society a favour by fucking you so good, you won’t dare to think of fucking another married man again.” She spits down your legs. Her fingers continuing to bully your cunt, her tongue suddenly sucking and flicking at your hardened clit.
“F-f-fuck!” You cry out, one hand flying to the back of the couch, bracing for the violent pleasure being forced upon you. Your other hand flying down between your legs, grabbing a fistful of her hair between your fingers as the unexpected heat pooled in the pit of your stomach threatening to break under the combination of your pussy being licked and the her fingers jamming into your pussy. “Mhh gonna cum!” You whine out as your orgasm rockets through your body.
You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your body, your orgasm still lapsing. As soon as you open your eyes, you’re greeted with a bare pussy being shoved onto your face. “Eating me out is the least you could do.” She commands. Her ass just barely hovering above your face.
When did she get naked?
“Huh?” You ask dumbly.
“Hurry up and lick my pussy already!” She demands. Her fingers already moving towards your clit to rub teasing circles. “Ever since you’ve been sneaking around with my husband— my needs have been neglected— taking care of me is the least you could do.”
You’ve never had sex with a woman before. You can’t help but feel the rising competitive need to give the best cunnilingus she ever had.
Your hands fly up to grip her hips. Anchoring her to your mouth as you make a long lick and begin to lap up her soaking pussy as she moans and rubs your clit mindlessly. “That’s it— just like that-“ she praises, rocking her hips as you lick her up. Tongue flicking rapidly to find the best rhythm. “Good little slut!” She praises, her hips rocking more harshly. “Yeah! Feels good!” She praises again, fingers sliding teasingly to your folds again. “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck— you’re a good little slut aren’t you?” She praises, sinking a digit into your clenching organ. “Your pussy is fluttering. This is turning you on isn’t it? Eating me out with I play with you.” She teases, slowly dragging her finger out of your hole as you moan out, your sounds muffled by her core sinking into your mouth. “Fuck! You’re really good at this! Mh—gonna—“ her voice cuts off as she releases an ungodly sound mixed between a gasp and a groan.
The sound she made caused your brain to blank completely, your mind solely focused on hearing that symphony again. Your tongue begins to flick, lick, your mouth sucking and moving vigorously against her core, “Wait! I’ve already!” She screams out. You’re not sure what she’s saying exactly.
Unable to make sense of her words, which were nothing more than a far away cry. Right now, your arms remain impossibly locked around her hips as she struggles to escape your mouth that continues to lap up her sensitive organ.
You wanted hear it again.
That sound— the one you caused her to make.
Just one more time and you’ll stop.
“Wait! Too much! Mh gonna cum again!” She cry’s out. And the only thing that made you stop was the sudden wetness dripping down your face. Confused, you halt your actions as you feel her pulling away from your face. “You stupid slut! I told you to stop!” She scolds. But her angry tone falls flat as you look at her completely flushed. Her face painted with humiliation.
“What’s the matter?” You ask, sitting up and crawling towards her. “I’m not done.” You say, as if in a trance, you begin to crouch again between her legs. “Just one more.” You state, your eyes dragging across her soaking cunt.
“Can’t!” She called out pathetically, her legs already begin to spread, at your silent demands. Your fingers grazing along her inner thigh, on a mission to sink your digit into her fluttering pussy as she whines out. Her body completely collapses onto the couch as you finger her into submission.
“What’s the matter? Thought you were going to fuck the slut out of me.” You taunt, shoving in another finger as she cry’s out. “Now look at you— you’re just laying there whilst I play with your pussy.”
“You little bitc— AHH!” She cry’s out as your mouth suddenly latches onto her nipple, sucking, your teeth grazing the sensitive area as your other free hand flies to her other boob, pinching and pulling at her flushed chest. You feel her pussy suddenly clench down onto your fingers, feeling her rearing the edge.
“Go on, cum on my fingers.” You coax as she screams out, her essence coating you once again as pleasurable waves hit her. She pants, her body slick with sweat as you sit up. Looking down at her disappointedly. “Not giving up already are you? You’re so fucked out you can’t even understand a word I’m saying, do you?” You hum as she just stares back at you with blown out eyes. “What a disappointment… I only made you cum a couple times and you’re acting like I made you run for 3 days straight…Do you think your husband is still around? Maybe he could finish the job.” You ask, a devious smile curling on your lips as you see the panic rising in her eyes, but her body is so limp she just stares up at you as your gaze turns away from her, now seeing him re-enter the room.
“Colour me surprised my naughty little mistress,” he greets, striding towards you with that intense bravado. “I was expecting to return to a crime scene but here I find my cum drunk wife sprawled across the couch — and my lover looking disappointed.” He coos, a hand running down your back.
“You abandoned me!” You reprimand, pouting, but not protesting how he’s slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
“So I did darling— but I had no way of knowing this is how’d things go.” He says, his belt clinking as he slowly pulls it off.
“You think I’m just going to let you fuck me after this?” You spit as he chuckles, already pushing your shoulder down, your body moving amicably into the position he wants to you in.
“Of course you would— judging by my wife’s state, she didn’t finish the job.” He announces looking over at her fucked out face, tears welling up in the corners. “Sorry sweets, but I’ll just have to finish what you started.” He says, holding her eye contact as he lines himself up, and sinks into you inch by inch.
