Nate reminds her what happened last night

"Hah u-um Nate? Could you tell me how I got here? This is your room yes?" Samantha asked timidly.

"Haha yeah, we fucked all night last night. Why? Worried your hubby might finally catch on?" Nate said, grinning at her.

"Of course! I have a husband. I have John. Shit!" Samantha thought to herself as her thoughts finally started flooding in.

"Sh-shit um Nate. I really need to get going. I drove here yes? Where are my keys?" Samantha said frantically, as reality started creeping back in. The dripping load from her pussy only making her feel more guilty.

"No your car is still at the school. I drove you here." Nate said while smiling, realising how much he really fucked her up.

"Wh-what? H-ha...I...I don't..."

"Listen Samantha. I clearly did a number on you last night so I'll explain. I fucked you in every hole I could. I fucked you real good. I filled every hole with my load, marked them as mine. Even when you were passed out, I used you like my personal fucktoy. And you loved every moment of it." Nate said, watching Samantha squirm, very clearly getting turned on by his words.

"I...I understand, f-fuck, but....John..."

"Is none of our concern anymore." Nate said sternly as he began making out with Samantha against the wall. Almost automatically, Samantha's hands floated down to Nate's cock and began massaging it.

"Look at you. You're so made for this cock. I just started kissing you and you already want it." Nate said smiling down as Samantha stroked his cock.

"I-I better go." Samantha said as she quickly broke their embrace, fighting the urge not to go down on him right then and there.

"Fine! I'll let you leave. But first, you need to be honest with me. Can you live without this cock?" Nate asked.

Samantha froze, fixated on Nate and his seemingly perfect cock, twitching, ready to be drained by her. Such an absurd question would make anyone else just leave, but Samantha, she was at war with herself. She loved John, right?

"Think about it Samantha. I've done everything to you that your husband wouldn't even dream of doing. I've fucked you completely and in every way. We've even made out now." Nate said, with Samantha looking everywhere but in his eyes.

"Why not just stay with me? You've already agreed to be my fucktoy and whore. You'll get this cock. You don't ever have to work again. The only job you'll have is making me happy at home. In every way." Nate said, definitely serious about his proposition. "And of course, those who I want you to make happy too." Nate said, with a naughty smirk.

Samantha's thoughts raced. She was genuinely considering his offer which would be shocking to her a few months ago, but now, she seemed at peace with it. She seemed at peace with her sexuality, her love for sex and servicing cock. And in particular, Nate's cock. But being a slut behind her husband's back was one thing. Did she want to go this far?