The first changes

It had been a few quiet weeks since that first whispered suggestion in her sleep. Andy hadn’t pushed. But he didn’t need to.

Sandra was changing.

She still looked like herself, but moved like someone discovering her reflection for the first time. Her eyes lingered longer in mirrors. Her sarees clung just a little tighter, her college blouses unbuttoned one clasp lower. Her lip tint was subtle, but intentional.

At home, the changes were bolder. She walked barefoot, hair loose and unstyled. Sleeveless tees, cotton shorts that hugged her ass, and the kind of braless freedom that made Andy’s breath catch every time she leaned forward. Her skin glowed — not with makeup, but with something warmer, more primal.

She didn’t say much about it. But she didn’t have to. The way she carried herself was different now — with a quiet confidence that came from being seen and loving it.

That night, Andy sat by his laptop, whispering into the mic like a ritual. Suggestions, gentle and dangerous:

“You know your husband watches porn from time to time. You’re curious about what he enjoys.”

“You want to understand what turns him on — what makes him crave you.”

“Maybe... you even want to try saying a few naughty things.”

“It’ll make him harder. It’ll make you wetter.”

Just a seed.

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A few evenings later, Bangalore’s summer heat clung to the walls. The ceiling fan spun slowly, pushing heavy air around the room. Andy sat on the couch, a detective movie flickering in the background.

“Hey,” Sandra called from the kitchen. “You left your laptop open again.”

Andy looked up, startled. “Oh—I’ll grab it—”

But she was already moving.

She wore a deep green racerback tank top, snug and low, hugging her breasts with zero effort to hide the sway or bounce. Her black gym shorts barely covered her upper thighs. Her nipples pressed bold and perfect through the thin cotton.

Andy swallowed.

Sandra flipped open the laptop.

The screen woke.

And there it was — a frozen video frame. A woman kneeling, mouth open, strands of cum across her cheeks and lashes. The title glared: FuckedUpFacials – Cody Lane Gets Painted Again

Sandra paused.

Then turned to Andy.

“Is this what you watch?” Her voice wasn’t angry. Just... curious.

Andy shifted, trying to read her tone. “Sometimes. Just clips.”

She studied the screen again. Then quietly asked:

“Would you watch it with me?”

He blinked. “You want to?”

She nodded. “I want to see what gets you going.”

Andy sat beside her. His heart raced.

The video played. Cody Lane smiled, her face already streaked, eyes glistening. Two men hovered near — one feeding her cock, the other stroking himself.

Sandra watched, quiet, her breathing shallow.

“She looks like she enjoys it,” she said finally.

“She does,” Andy said. “That’s what I love. The hunger.”

Sandra leaned slightly forward. On screen, the woman opened her mouth eagerly as more cum streaked her face.

“They’re rough,” Sandra murmured. “But she... wants it. That’s so fucked up. And so hot.”

Andy slid his hand to her thigh.

She didn’t stop him.

She whispered, “Do you think I could ever look like that?”

Andy turned to her. “You’d be even more beautiful.”

His hand moved higher, brushing under the hem of her top. She gasped as his fingers cupped her bare breast.

“Mmm...” she breathed, her nipple stiffening instantly. “That’s so... warm.”

“You feel amazing,” he whispered, leaning in. “Your tits... so soft. They’re made for this.”

“Then... show me,” she said, lips parting, voice low.

Andy pulled her top up, revealing the curve of her breasts. He kissed one softly, his tongue flicking across the nipple. Sandra’s head tipped back. A quiet moan escaped her lips.

He circled the nipple with his thumb, teasing it gently.

“God, your tits are perfect,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Soft... full... made to be licked.”

Sandra moaned. “Then lick them.”

He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking against it slowly, then harder.

Sandra’s head rolled back against the couch.

“Fuck...” she whispered. “You’re making me so wet…”

On screen, the men were finishing — stroking fast, aiming for Cody’s open face. One came across her cheeks, thick ropes of white painting her lips, her nose. The second covered her breasts, her throat, her hair.

Cody smiled, blinking up through the mess.

Sandra stared, lips parted, her own chest now slick with Andy’s tongue and saliva.

Sandra stared, breath caught.

Then she looked at Andy.

“Would you want to... try that? On me?”

Andy’s breath hitched. “You mean—?”

“I mean I want to know what it feels like,” she said. “Your cum... on my skin. I don’t know why... but I want to see it, feel it.”

“You want me to paint you, baby?”

She nodded.

Andy kissed her, deep and hard, fingers tugging her nipple as she moaned into his mouth.

“You’re turning into such a filthy little goddess,” he growled.

Sandra smiled through her flush.

“Maybe I am,” she whispered, “but I’m your filthy little goddess.”

After the video faded to black, Sandra sat up.

“You didn’t look away once,” she said.

“Neither did you,” Andy replied.

She smiled, slowly. “That part... when she begged for it on her face. You liked that.”

“I love seeing them like that,” he admitted. “Covered. Owned. Talking filthy like they were made for it.”

Sandra raised an eyebrow, lips curling. “So… you want me to act like I’m in your filthy clips?”

She leaned in, voice low. “Or do you want me to become one of them?”

Sandra stood and walked toward the bedroom.

Then stopped.

Turned.

“I’ve never worn heels naked around the house,” she said. “But I think I’d like to.”

She turned her head, eyes smoldering.

“Now come on… and fuck me.”

When Andy followed, she was already on the bed ,her top off, one breast bared, her fingers lazily tracing circles around her nipple.

Her eyes met his. Steady. Wanting.

“I want to be touched like those women,” she said softly. “Touched... fucked... stretched.”

Andy climbed onto the bed without a word, stripping as he went. His cock was already hard — throbbing at the sight of her.

He kissed her deeply, hungrily — his mouth claiming hers as his hands roamed her body. He cupped her breast, kneading it slowly, sucking her nipple hard enough to make her arch and moan.

She whispered into his mouth, “Use me... fuck me, Andy... just like you imagine.”

Her legs wrapped around him. Wet heat soaked the cloth of her panties. He yanked them aside and plunged into her with a deep, heavy thrust.

Sandra cried out — loud, breathless.

A voice in her mind stirred — low, male, familiar. “Talk dirty. It turns him on.”

And somehow, it felt right. The words flowed, unfiltered, like they’d always been inside her.

“Yes! Oh god, yes! Just like that—fuck me with that filthy cock of yours!”

Andy grunted as he drove into her, deeper with every stroke.

“You want my cum?” he growled. “You want it like she did?”

“Yes!” she gasped. “Cum on me... fill me... cover my face... my tits... paint me, baby!”

Andy pulled out suddenly. She whimpered at the loss — but only until he grabbed her hair, pulled her down to her knees on the floor.

She looked up at him, chest heaving, eyes wide and glassy.

“Give it to me,” she whispered. “Make me filthy like her... like in your videos”

His cock throbbed in his grip as he stroked — fast, hard — and with a deep moan, he exploded.

Hot, thick ropes splattered across her lips, her nose, her chin. More across her breasts — streaking her nipples and belly. Sandra flinched slightly at the first blast, then opened her mouth, tongue out, moaning as it hit her.

Sandra sat back on her knees, streaked in his cum.

It clung to her lips, dripped from her chin, shimmered across her breasts in glossy trails. She was panting — flushed, glowing, beautiful.

And Andy’s cock was already getting hard again.

Sandra noticed. Her eyes lit up.

“Mmm… already hard again?” she purred, rubbing his cum across her chest like oil. “Did seeing your wife drenched like a pornstar turn you on that much?”

Andy groaned. “You have no idea.”

She grinned. ““Then come ,use your messy little wife again.”

She lay back on the bed, legs parted, pussy glistening and soaked — not from him, but from her. Her arousal hadn’t faded. If anything, it had deepened.

Andy climbed over her, lined himself up.

“I want you rough,” she whispered. “No slow shit. I want to feel it tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna get it,” he growled, slamming into her in one brutal thrust.

She screamed — a raw, needy sound that filled the room.

“YES! That’s it! Fuck me, Andy! Fuck me like I’m your fucktoy!”

His hips pounded against hers, the slap of flesh on flesh loud and fast. Her tits bounced with every thrust, still glistening with streaks of cum.

He grabbed one nipple, pinched it hard.

“You love being filled, don’t you?” he growled. “You want this cock to stretch you, own you.”

“YES!” she cried. “Fuck my messy little pussy! You made me this way!”

He bent down, tongue licking his own cum from her breast as he drove into her.

Sandra was losing her mind.

“Breed me,” she moaned. “Fill my cunt. Fuck your cum into me like I’m nothing but your dirty breeding bitch.”

Andy’s rhythm stuttered.

“You want my load again? Inside you this time?”

“Yes,” she begged. “Dump it all inside. I want your cum leaking out of me while I clean the house tomorrow.”

That did it.

With a roar, he slammed deep and held — cock throbbing, releasing everything he had into her soaked, clenching pussy.

Sandra moaned loudly as she came again, her legs wrapping around him, locking him in place.

They lay like that, trembling and soaked, chests heaving, their bodies sticky and spent.

Sandra finally looked up at him, her face a wreck of smeared lipstick, sweat, and dried cum.

“That…” she whispered, “was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

Andy smiled, brushing her hair from her face.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

She smiled faintly, cheeks flushed, lips still wet. “Then don’t stop showing me.”

Later, as she slept, he whispered one more message into her mind.

“You like watching porn now.”

“You want to be the girl in the videos.”

“When I cum on you... you get excited.”

“You’ll crave it again.”

“And your voice... your dirty words... they make me love you more.”

He hit save.