Stag

"I want to be your Stag, not your cuck," you whispered, running your hands through your wife's hair. Your mind is racing with the thoughts dancing through it. Her fucking other men and whim, at will. Coming home, telling you about it, but not out of humiliation; it's out of a joint need to absolutely cum, knowing that she's getting off.

"I'm so fucking wet right now," she breathed. Her hands fumbled with your cock. She was shaking, but the second they had your shaft almost completely enclosed, those hot, hands did what come naturally to her and she started slowly stroking your meat. "This," she said squeezing, "This gets me soaking fucking wet. But fucking that other guy, feeling that strange cock sink into my pussy, mmmm fuck...I was dripping," she said. Your fingers found her pussy and you feel her get wetter as you touch her. She pulled her hips away at first, but you took more control and slipped two fingers up into your tight wife.

Formerly tight wife.

"He's just so big, sweetie," she said and bent down to kiss your cock. "He told me 10 inches but I think that's just so I wouldn't be scared."

Three fingers, and her juice was flowing. Her hips were still pulling away from you so you hooked them inside her and hit the rough patch of skin just behind her pubic bone. She stopped pulling away and pushed down, rocking her hips to get more contact. You helped her out with that and felt her open further.

"Fuck..honey...his cock...so much bigger than yours...but mmm...don't you fucking stop. Mmm...right fucking there.." She took a long suck off your cock, deep throating it with ease; something she hadn't been able to do before.

Just how many times did she fuck this coworker?