William's cuckold fetish ablaze as he peered through the fingernail-wide gap of the main bedroom door in Joe's villa. The scene before him was a vivid fantasy, more exhilarating than his countless imaginings. Samantha—Sammy, his radiant wife—lay on the king-size bed, her golden hair disheveled, her flushed face a vision of ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly closed, her rosy lower lip caught between her teeth, her delicate arms stretched back, grasping at the sheets. Her full breasts arched upward, accentuated by the position, as Joe's large hand kneaded them roughly, his fingers sinking into the soft, juicy flesh.
Joe, panting heavily, gripped Samantha's thick thigh with his other hand, his muscular frame looming over her nude beauty, his gaze devouring her from above.
The rhythmic clap of flesh echoed—Clap! Clap! Clap!—punctuated by Samantha's lustful moans: "Ahh ♡… Unnn ♡… Haa ♡… Uumnn ♡ ♡… oHhnn ♡, Ewwnnn ♡, haa ♡…" Her face glowed with pleasure, each sound a melody of surrender that pierced William's heart and set his body alight.
With a low roar—"Grrr!"—Joe pulled out, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking tight, huh!"
Samantha twisted beneath him, her misty eyes fluttering open, her pouty lips parting as if to speak. Before she could, Joe leaned in like a hungry wolf, his rough tongue invading her fragrant mouth in a passionate, ravenous kiss. Samantha's hands slid over his muscular back, her fingers tracing down to his buttocks, then darting between his thighs. Her delicate, moon-white hand, now pink with pleasure, grasped his thick length, guiding it toward her intimate core with a desperate, practiced motion.
"What a slut!" William thought, his heart pounding, torn between jealousy and raw arousal. Samantha was a vision of lust while sex, her sensuality rivaling the most brazen hentai heroine, yet this was the dream he'd always craved.
"Oh~ You're so annoying~" Samantha scolded softly, her voice a sultry pout. Joe had dodged her attempt to guide his dick back, swaying his hips to tease her grasp. She clenched her delicate fist, now flushed pink, and playfully struck his muscular chest, her gesture reminiscent of a shy teenage girl chiding her reckless boyfriend. "You've toyed with me all night like this, and now you dare hide from me?"
Joe grinned, his expression lewd, like a seasoned rake in a brothel. "What do you mean I toyed with you?" he teased, his voice dripping with mischief.
"Nah… Hmm… I… I just…" Samantha's voice faltered, her moans soft and needy. "Hmph… I feel so empty down there, it's itchy… I want it so much…"
Joe's sly smile widened, his eyes glinting as he gazed at the beauty in his arms. "What do you want? Tell me. If you tell your daddy, I'll give it to you."
Samantha's cheeks flushed deeper, her voice shy but trembling with desire. "I want your little buddy…"
"Huh? What do you want my little buddy to do?" Joe pressed, his tone taunting.
"…Go to my… my place," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Go to your place? Mmmkay? Where?" Joe feigned ignorance, leaning closer, his breath hot against her skin.
"Just there!" Samantha's whisper grew softer, her embarrassment mingling with her need, her body arching toward him in silent plea.
"Is it your pussy?" Joe growled, his breath heavy, his big hand sliding to Samantha's smooth, hairless, intimate core. "This is the most mysterious and intimate part of a girl, right?"
"Yeah…" Samantha's voice was a soft, trembling whisper, her cheeks burning with shame and desire.
"Then shouldn't you protect your purity before marriage? And after marriage, save it for your beloved husband alone?" Joe's voice was taunting, his middle finger gently massaging her sensitive clit, coaxing gasps from her lips.
"Yeah… Hmmm ♡… Arh ♡…" Samantha's words blurred, her embarrassment drowned in pleasure, her body arching into his touch.
"Then why do you let other men touch, see, and toy with your pussy at will?" Joe pressed, his playboy charm weaponized, his finger relentless in its teasing caress.
"Hnngh ♡… haa ♡, haa ♡… I… uh ♡, Unnn ♡… I don't know… Hmmm ♡… I don't know…" Samantha whimpered, her beautiful eyes closed, her flushed face a picture of surrender, her voice pitiful yet needy.
Joe leaned closer, his voice a low, wicked purr. "Let me tell you. It's because you're a bad girl, lewd in your bones. After the baptism of marriage, your deepest lewdness has been unleashed. You're a slut wife, as lewd as a prostitute."
His words struck like a whip, his rough middle finger rubbing back and forth on her clit, driving her to the edge. Samantha's eyes were misty, her lips mumbling incoherently. "Hnnggnn ♡… I'm a slut ♡… I am born to be lewd… Haa ♡… I'm a slut wife who is as lewd as a prostitute ♡…" Her voice broke, her submission complete as she pleaded, "Give it to me!"
"Beg me to fuck you," Joe demanded, panting. "Beg me to fuck your pussy. Say, 'I'm nothing but your fucktoy.' Say, 'Nobody fucks me like you do.'"
"Fuck me! ♡ Fuck me! ♡ NggHn ♡… Fuck my pussy! ♡ I'm nothing but your fucktoy! ♡ Uunnhnnnn ♡… Nobody fucks me like you do! ♡" Samantha's voice was a desperate cry, lost in a haze of desire, her body writhing beneath him.
"Who am I?" Joe asked, his tone commanding.
"Joe… Joe Norris, boss," Samantha panted, her words a soft surrender…