Out With Her Anklet On

I sat in my living room, absently tapping my finger against my phone, willing the black screen to light up with a message from my wife. Nothing yet.

Tonight, Anna Lee was out with her anklet on. One little golden fox around the ankle that sends the right message to those who know what to look for, those who know how to spot a vixen. She has permission to do whatever she wants. I wonder what she'll come back with. Stories? Videos? A new boyfriend?

A notification on my phone interrupted my thoughts. A video on signal. She was holding the camera on her face while she got railed doggystyle. I didn't recognize the man pounding her pussy and grabbing her hair. My wife got around.

Lately she’d been experimenting, fucking all types of men and getting affirmation from every corner of the earth. How could it not be addicting? And her husband liked it. I loved that she was the town bicycle.

Another notification. He'd creampied her, filled her up and taken a photo. "Thanks for sharing," the text read. I got hard at the thought of her pussy gripping a stranger’s cock.

Although, I’d been hoping she would bring her new toy home, like she did last weekend. We’d gone out hunting together that night. The two of us had been sitting at the bar when she noticed a man who did a double-take at the sight of her fox anklet. He knew. She giggled and invited him to sit down.

“Do you like my anklet?” She asked, innocently. The man laughed uncomfortably.

“Yeah! It’s very…symbolic.”

“Do you know what it means?” She asked with a smirk.

He studied me and my wife for a moment. “I-I think I do.”

“I like it when my husband watches me.” She said matter-of-factly. The man’s face turned red and she leaned in. “I cum thinking about other guys fucking me. I love cucking him. I love fucking other men in front of him."

The three of us talked for a bit before Anna Lee invited him for another drink at our place.

She sat me down in a chair and tied me up. Ever since she chained up Jamie that fateful night, she got a taste for domination. I felt submissive to her. I let go, let her take control. I was completely restrained as she led the stranger into our bedroom by the hand. She kissed him gently and glanced in my direction. She kept catching my eye, and the glint I saw in hers reassured me.

“I want you to fuck me silly,” she said to him. “Get rough. Fuck my dumb little cunt. Ruin it. Fuck me like you hate me.”

He manhandled her and tossed her onto the bed effortlessly, like she was as light as a doll. He fucked her mercilessly. I was completely bound and unable to move as I watched him get rougher and rougher with my wife, slapping her around and pounding her holes. I was rock hard.

“Oh fuck me, daddy! Fuck my little brains out!”

Finally, he creampied my Anna Lee. My cock was aching, and I’d probably shoot out loads of cum with the slightest touch. After his dick finished pulsating inside her, he slowly pulled out, a river of cum following.

He turned to me. “I know what you want,” he said, smirking. “I know your type.” He picked up my wife as if she were as light as a feather and carried her over to me. She leaned against him, her back pressed against his chest as he grabbed her ass and thighs, spreading her legs for me. He pushed her freshly loosened pussy against my face, and I licked her obediently.

“God, you really get off on this, don’t you,” Anna Lee murmured, giving her bull a kiss as he held her up.

I kept going, her bull’s salty cum running down my face as I tongued her hungrily. She grabbed my hair and pressed my face even deeper into her body. He finally set her down and she kissed me softly.

“Good boy,” she said. She grabbed the man’s hand and led him to the shower.

“Wait!” I cried. “What about…” I nodded down to my fully erect cock. I’d had no relief for quite some time, helplessly bound to the chair.

“I have a deal for you, cuck,” she said, pausing. “You can cum on the condition that I get to ruin your orgasm.”

I was so **** I could barely form a sentence.

“Deal,” I whimpered.

She marched over and stuck her finger in my mouth. I sucked obediently. After it was nice and wet, she stepped back, holding her one finger in the air, glistening. She reached down to my balls and touched the tip of her finger on my taut ballsack, running it slowly up my shaft to the tip of my penis. That one stroke was enough. I exploded, erupting white hot loads of sticky cum all over myself as Anna Lee stood back laughing with her hands on her hips. It was ****.

“Jesus Christ,” she said, gathering herself. “You see why I need other men to fuck me?” She ran her finger through a puddle of cum on my thigh and jammed it in my mouth. She slapped me. Then she did it again, harder. And again, even harder. She let one more hard slap whip across my face before finally relenting.

The doorbell rang, jolting me out of my reminiscing. Anna Lee had arrived.

My wife stood in the doorway, hair and makeup unkempt, messy from her slutty night out. I closed the door behind her and went to my knees. She dropped her panties around her ankles, and I licked her pussy like she wanted, like she always asked me to when she came home full of another man’s cum. This one had stretched her out quite a bit.

“It’s time for sloppy seconds, love,” she cooed. She bent over the couch, and finally I took my turn with her. I fucked her stretched out pussy and added my cum to her public hole. “Fuck, you’re so loose,” I said. I loved my wife. I loved that she was the town pump. I loved that she got around, and that she always came home to me.