Stiles stood in front of the full-length mirror in their massive bedroom, the soft golden light from the chandelier kissing every inch of her perfect body. At 28, she was pure sex on legs. Porcelain white skin that glowed, full plump pink lips that always looked freshly kissed (or freshly fucked), and a face so beautiful it made strangers stop and stare. But it was her body that made men lose their minds.

Her tits were massive — heavy, round, and impossibly perky for their size. They strained against the tiny white micro crop top she’d chosen tonight. The fabric was so thin and stretched so tight that her hard pink nipples were clearly visible, poking obscenely through the material. The top barely covered the undersides of her breasts; one wrong move and those fat tits would spill right out.

Her waist was tiny, flaring out into wide hips and the fattest, juiciest ass Derek had ever seen. The black micro skirt she wore was criminal — it barely covered the bottom curve of her ass cheeks. If she bent over even slightly, everything would be on display. And underneath? Nothing. No panties. Just her smooth, puffy pink pussy, already a little slick because she knew exactly how her husband looked at her when she dressed like his personal whore.

She turned sideways, admiring how the skirt rode up, how her fat ass jiggled with every little movement. She ran her hands over her body, cupping her heavy tits and squeezing them together, watching them spill over the tiny top.

“Fuck, I look like such a slut tonight,” she whispered to herself with a wicked little smile.

From the doorway, Derek’s deep voice answered her.

“You are a slut tonight, baby. My slut.”

She turned and there he was — her 30-year-old husband. Tall, broad-shouldered, muscles carved from years in the gym, black hair messy, jaw sharp, and those dark eyes that always looked at her like he wanted to ruin her and worship her at the same time. He was shirtless, wearing only low-slung grey sweatpants that did nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock already starting to swell.

He walked over slowly, eyes devouring her.

“Look at these fat tits,” he growled, sliding his big hands under her tiny top and lifting it until her breasts spilled free. He squeezed them hard, thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples. “So fucking heavy. Made for my hands. Made for getting groped by strangers too, huh?”

Stiles moaned softly, pushing her chest into his palms. “Only if you want them to, Daddy…”

Derek’s cock twitched hard in his pants at the word.

Their life was like this every single day.

They were disgustingly in love. The kind of love where they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The kind where Stiles would be cooking in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron and Derek would bend her over the counter and fuck her until the food burned. The kind where they’d fuck in the back of his luxury car in broad daylight, windows tinted but not enough to hide the way her tits were pressed against the glass while he pounded her from behind. The kind where Derek loved dressing her up in the sluttiest outfits and taking her out — clubs, restaurants, even fancy events — just so other men could stare and know she was his to show off.

And the sex? Insane. Filthy. Non-stop.

They fucked like rabbits. Morning, afternoon, night. Sometimes all three. Quickies in the bathroom before events. Slow, deep fucking on the balcony under the stars. Rough sessions where Derek called her his pretty little cumdump while she begged for more. Tender ones where he kissed every inch of her while he made love to her for hours.

They were obsessed with each other.

And tonight… tonight was about to change everything.

Later that night, the lights were dimmed in their huge living room. The massive TV was playing loud, nasty porn — some video of a beautiful married woman getting absolutely railed by two strangers in a hotel room while her husband watched and stroked himself.

Stiles and Derek were completely naked on the wide leather couch.

She was lying back against his chest, legs spread wide over his thighs. Her massive tits were on full display, nipples hard and shiny from his spit. Derek had two thick fingers buried deep inside her fat pink pussy, slowly fucking them in and out while his thumb circled her swollen clit.

Her juices were dripping down his fingers, making wet sounds every time he thrust them back in.

“Fuck, baby… your pussy is soaked tonight,” Derek murmured against her ear, voice low and filthy. “Look at how this greedy little hole is swallowing my fingers. You like watching that slut on screen get used, don’t you?”

Stiles whimpered, rolling her hips down onto his fingers. “Mmmh… yes, Derek… she looks so fucking happy getting fucked like that… two cocks at once…”

Derek curled his fingers inside her, pressing against that spongy spot that made her toes curl. “You’d look even better, baby. With your fat tits bouncing and this pretty pink pussy stretched around strange cock.”

Stiles moaned louder, her hand reaching back to wrap around his thick, hard cock. She stroked him slowly, thumb smearing the precum leaking from his tip.

“Would you really like that?” she asked breathlessly, turning her head to look at him. “Watching your wife get fucked by other men?”

Derek’s cock jerked hard in her hand. His fingers pushed deeper into her cunt.

“Fuck yes,” he growled. “I’d love it. I’d sit right there… watching some random guy bend you over and slam his cock into this tight little pussy. I’d watch your big tits swing while he uses you. I’d listen to you moan like a whore for him.”

Stiles’s pussy clenched hard around his fingers at his words. She was dripping.

“Keep talking,” she begged, stroking his cock faster. “Tell me more, baby…”

Derek’s free hand came up to squeeze one of her heavy tits, pinching the nipple.

“I’d take you to a club, dress you in something even sluttier than this… no bra, no panties. Just a tiny dress that barely covers your ass. I’d let guys buy you drinks, dance with you, grope these fat tits while I watch from the bar.”

Stiles’s breathing was getting ragged. Her hips were grinding down shamelessly on his fingers now.

“And then?” she whispered.

“Then I’d find some stranger… tell him he can fuck my wife if he wants. I’d watch him take you into a dark corner or the bathroom. I’d watch him pull that tiny dress up and slide his cock into your wet pussy while you look at me the whole time.”

“Fuck, Derek…” Stiles moaned, her pussy fluttering around his fingers. “That’s so fucking hot… I’d let him fuck me while I stare at you… I’d moan your name while another man’s cock is buried inside me…”

Derek groaned, pulling his fingers out of her soaked cunt and bringing them to her mouth. She sucked them clean greedily, tasting herself.

He flipped her around so she was straddling him, his thick cock trapped between their bodies, resting against her soft stomach.

“I want to watch you get used, baby,” he said, voice rough with lust. “Random spots. A dark theatre… I’d sit behind you while some guy fingers your pussy under your skirt. Or a club bathroom… bent over the sink while I hold your hand and watch him pound you from behind.”

Stiles was trembling with arousal now. She reached down, grabbed his cock, and rubbed the fat head against her dripping pink pussy lips.

“I want it too,” she confessed, voice shaky and horny. “I want you to watch me be a slut for other men. I want you to see how wet I get when strange cocks stretch me open. I want you to hear me beg them to fuck me harder while you stroke your cock and watch.”

Derek grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto his cock in one smooth thrust.

“Fuuuuck—!” Stiles cried out, her head falling back as his thick length filled her completely.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking up into her hard and deep, her massive tits bouncing wildly with every thrust.

“That’s it, take that cock,” he growled. “My dirty little wife. You’re gonna let strangers use this pussy while I watch, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, Daddy—!” Stiles moaned, riding him desperately, her fat ass slapping against his thighs. “I’ll be such a good slut for you… I’ll let anyone you choose fuck me… I’ll let them cum inside me if you want…”

Derek’s eyes were dark with lust and love.

“Fuck, baby… hearing you say that makes me so hard. I want to see your pretty pink pussy leaking another man’s cum while you crawl over and suck my cock clean.”

Stiles leaned down, pressing her tits against his chest as she rode him faster.

“I want that too… I want you to eat my pussy after they’ve used it… I want you to taste how much they stretched me…”

They fucked like animals after that.

Derek flipped her onto her back on the couch, threw her legs over his shoulders, and pounded her deep and rough. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy filled the room along with her high-pitched moans and his filthy words.

“Gonna take you to a theatre next week,” he panted, fucking her harder. “Dark corner. I’ll let some guy sit next to you. You’ll spread your legs for him under the blanket while I watch from the row behind.”

Stiles was losing her mind, nails digging into his back.

“Yes—! Fuck, Derek, yes! I’ll let him finger my pussy… I’ll try to stay quiet while he makes me cum on his fingers… then you can take me home and fuck me while I tell you every detail…”

Derek groaned loudly, slamming into her even harder.

“Or a club… I’ll dress you in that tiny red dress that barely covers your ass. No panties. I’ll let guys grind on you on the dance floor. I’ll watch their hands all over your tits and ass… and when one of them gets brave enough, I’ll nod and let him take you somewhere private.”

Stiles’s pussy was squeezing him like a vice now, her orgasm building fast.

“I’ll be such a whore for them if you tell me to,” she babbled, completely gone. “I’ll suck their cocks… let them fuck my pussy… let them use all my holes if that’s what you want, baby…”

Derek reached down and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles.

“Cum for me,” he ordered. “Cum thinking about being my shared little slut.”

Stiles shattered.

She came hard, screaming his name, her pussy pulsing and squirting around his cock as her whole body shook. Her massive tits bounced wildly, nipples tight and flushed.

Derek didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release while talking even dirtier.

“That’s my girl… fuck, you’re gonna look so pretty getting railed by strangers while I watch. Gonna hold your hand while some guy breeds this pussy… gonna kiss you while another man cums deep inside you…”

The filthy words pushed him over the edge.

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep groan, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum. He kept grinding into her, pushing it deeper, marking her from the inside.

They stayed locked together, panting, sweaty, hearts racing.

Stiles cupped his face, kissing him slow and deep even as his cum leaked out of her well-fucked pussy.

“I love you so much,” she whispered against his lips. “And I want this… I want you to watch me be your slut. I want to do this with you.”

Derek smiled, that dangerous, loving, possessive smile that always made her melt.

“Then we’re doing it, baby. We’re really doing it.”

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her puffy pink pussy, and immediately pushed two fingers back inside her, fucking it deeper.

“Round two in ten minutes,” he murmured, already getting hard again. “And this time… we’re planning exactly where we’re taking you first.”

Stiles bit her lip, already horny again, already imagining it.

She was Derek’s wife.

And very soon… she was going to be his shared slut too.