I need you to do something for me...

"I need you to do something for me," you say, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth.

"Mmmmm...baby....I can't stay here and fuck you all day..." she responds, her voice dripping with almost as much lust as her pussy. "But what do you have in mind?" she asks, a filthy curiousity slipping into her voice as easily as your daughter's-pussy-juice-soaked rod just slipped in her mouth.

"Panties. Leave them here."

"As you wish," she says without any hesitation. She looks into your eyes and reaches under her skirt to take them off. The practically splatter against the hardwood floor. "Is that all my master requires?" she asks with an innocent, child-like tone that is anything but innocent and is very inappropriately child-like. This was new, and it made your dick throb. Your wife saw it bob in the low light coming in behind her, the light that cast a sliver of brightness right onto the slightly open closet.

"I want you to sit that pussy down on my cock. Let's add a little flavor to it again....give you something yummy for later."

"As you wish," she says and rises, bunching her skirt up at her hips. You can see her pussy in the thigh gap, strings of her juices connecting to her thighs. She sees you looking and giggles a dirty little giggle. "It's going to be like this all day. Soaking. Fucking. Wet. Are you sure you want me like this, Master? Surrounded by all those men at work, dripping into my chair? All those dicks just inches from my mouth?" She grins. She isn't looking for a response, she just wanted to get a response.

"Fuck yes," you say and as you do, you realize it's the truth. A thousand images flash through your mind of all the guys at her office, hell of some of the girls at her office, and her sucking and fucking each of them. Slurping pussy, **** on cock...well, **** if she had a gag reflex...and getting her pussy mashed by other cunts, fucked hard and deep, hell, even fucked and filled with office supplies...her pussy getting wetter and wetter with every picture until her juices flowed out of her like an exploded waterballoon filled with honey. Your dick is straining so hard that it hurts.

"Mmmm, baby," she says, purring as she grabs your cock. "I mean, Master," she says, continuing the game, "that's got you all riled up. Your little wifey fuck toy. Your little slut. Your little public-use, free-for-all-whore." She's stroking your cock the entire time, milking it slowly up wards. She spits on your cock, a huge slow dripping glob that is some how dangling slower than the juice dripping from her pussy; she's close enough now you can feel it gathering on your leg.

"It does," you croak out.

"Then...." she teases and you cut her off.

"Keep that pussy dripping wet today. Keep it soaked. Be Master's good little fuck toy. But no fucking until you get home. I want that cunt crying for cock."

She shivered.

"Yessssss. Master..." the last word was some how a whine and a beg at the same time. "Can I eat pussy? Can I suck dick?" she begged, her hand still stroking your cock.

"Pussy, yes," you growl. "But no fucking. No dick until you get home."

"Fuck, I love pussy," she said. You've never heard your fuckbunny wife admit that before. She turned around and sat on your dick, her ass to your abs and she stared straight at the open closet where Rebecca was still mashing her fingers into her own juicy box....

"Fuck..." she continued...