Sex-crazed Nymphomaniac Slut

It didn’t exactly take long for Tom to know exactly what he wanted to try first. Pulling out the coin, he looked into his wife’s eyes and rubbed the coin’s head. “I wish that, for the next twenty-four hours, Sarah would become an insatiable sex-crazed nymphomaniac slut desiring every possible form of sexual stimulation, but only from me and me alone.” It was a bit of a standard fantasy, but a hot one nonetheless.

Hearing what Tom just said, Sarah looked at her husband with concern. "Isn't insatiable a bit overboard? I could easily see that getting out of hand." But then her entire demeanor changed. Her eyes became dilated and her jaw went slack. She stared at Tom with what could only be described as a look of pure lust. She began approaching her husband with a determined stride.

"Did I say getting out of hand? More like you better start putting that hand to work on my thirsty pussy!" Tom had never heard her even say the word pussy before, let alone talk about it being thirsty. He felt his cock stiffen as she neared him. "Tell me Sarah, what do you want from me?"

She paused a step from him and cocked her head. "Oh Daddy I want you to fuck my face so hard that I pass out. I want you to stretch my cunt so wide that it's ruined. I want you to penetrate my ass so deeply that I'm bleeding for days. I want to drown in your delicious spunk. I want you to knock me up. I want you to make me your sex ****."

Tom had never felt more aroused in his entire life. A moment later his formerly meek wife tackled him to the ground and began attacking his face with her lips.