Fruitful

"Well," you lead off, "I mean, I'd like them to be hot."

"Of course." Carrie replies. "And I love that you are referring to them, as in multiple, as in we'll keep doing this until you're fucking half of the married women in the city. Well, the hot ones at least."

"I like your optimism. But you know, while I'm good looking, I'm not exactly a super stud. There will be women who aren't going to jump my bones, and to be honest, I'm not sure I want the married sluts."

"Don't worry, that's my job. I'll lead them straight to your bed, where you'll fuck them so well that they'll keep on coming back. And I agree with you on the sluts, we want to take their obedience from their husband and give it to you. The ones already sleeping around and having affairs? They have no fidelity in them."

"Exactly." You decide to reward her for agreeing with you, so you diddle her clit a little more until she's speechless with pleasure. You slow down, as you don't want her to cum just yet.

Panting, she lets her breath steady before continuing on, "We also need contingencies. What happens if the husband finds out?"

"In an ideal world? Keep fucking his wife and make a cuck out of him. Get the wife to convince him not to file a divorce, using any leverage we can find. Once we have it, we can **** him not to divorce, and he'll just have to keep living life as a cuckold with nothing he can do."

This time, Carrie rewards you. The idea of cucking countless husbands transmutes her pussy into a gushing river, and she speeds up her slow strokes, accelerating faster and faster. Unlike you, she doesn't stop, and you have grab her forearm to prevent you her from bringing you to completion. This has angered you, so you decide to punish your dear girlfriend.

You grip and shove her towards your bed, but she catches herself, bending over and exposing her cunt to you. What a mistake. You grasp her from behind and insert yourself insider her. She's just as wet as you felt, and you push her face first on the bed to really go to town.

You put Carrie into a prone bone, and all she can do is sit there and take it. Though, judging by her pussy, she's enjoying this a tremendous amount. It's not long before she shudders in orgasm, but you keep plowing away. You want her to remember this night just as well as you do, and the best way of ensuring that will happen is to fuck her within an inch of her life.

After Carrie's second orgasm, you decide to start talking and playing dirty. You grab a fistful of hair and pull her back so that you can whisper into her ear. You lean in, and say, "God, you love this so much. Can you imagine what would be better? Having the best seat in the house while another lucky lady gets what you're getting right now. God, you'd love that so much, just frigging yourself as we conquer a woman. Knowing that when she gets home next she won't be able to sleep; she'll just lay by her husband and refuse his feeble attempts, knowing that her cunt belongs to us. She won't be able to fall asleep, so she'll go elsewhere in the house and masturbate. But it's not enough, she'll have to FaceTime us just to be able to cum, and she'll count the minutes until she can get away from her house and return to where she belongs: riding her bull's cock."

The dirty talk sends Carrie to an entirely new level and her thrashing orgasm proves to stimulating for you to resist. You think you eject all of what's left in your balls, and upon finishing, pull out. An excess amount of jizz slowly leaks out of Carrie, and you decide to worry about clean up later.

It takes at least five minutes Carrie is calmed down enough from her orgasm to be capable of speech, and she turns around, looking deep into your eyes. You've never been in love before, but you think you might starting to fall in love with Carrie. You kiss her, hugging her close as you try to savor every moment you have with her. Carrie pulls back, and smiles.

"So. You have any married women in mind? Cause if you don't, I have some candidates"