My Dear Wife Luci - Part 7 My Wife new Fantasy for Another Guy

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Three weeks had passed since I first double-penetrated Luci with the thick dildo and my cock.
Her body had become addicted.
Every night she begged for more. She wanted her holes stretched, her ass fucked harder, her nipples tortured longer. The sweet, romantic girl I married was slowly disappearing, replaced by a greedy, dripping pain slut who got wet the moment I put her collar on.
But I could tell something deeper was brewing inside her.
One night, after I had spent nearly two hours edging her - clamping her nipples until they turned dark purple, flogging her ass raw, and fucking her throat until she gagged and cried - I finally let her cum while I was buried balls-deep in her ass. She came so hard she nearly passed out, squirting all over the bed while her asshole milked every drop of cum from my cock.
Afterward, as I held her trembling, cum-leaking body against me during aftercare, she whispered something that stopped my heart.
“Sir…” she said softly, her voice hoarse from screaming, “I keep having this fantasy… and it won’t go away.”
I stroked her hair, my fingers tracing the fresh red marks on her neck. “Tell me.”
Luci hesitated, then buried her face deeper into my chest, embarrassed but too turned on to stay silent.
“I… I keep imagining you dominating me while another man is here. A stranger. While you control everything… he uses me too. Both of you using my holes at the same time. Hurting me. Making me cry. Treating me like a worthless set of holes while you watch and direct him.”
Her confession made my spent cock twitch against her thigh.
I stayed quiet for a moment, letting the words sink in. Then I gripped her chin firmly and forced her to look up at me.
“You want to be shared?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous. “You want another man’s cock inside you while I’m still your Owner?”
Luci’s cheeks burned crimson, but her eyes were glassy with lust. She nodded slowly.
“Yes, Sir… The thought makes me so fucking wet. I want you to offer my body to someone else. I want you to watch another man fuck me while you choke me, slap me, and tell him how to use your wife. I want to feel completely degraded and owned by you… even more than before.”
My mind was racing. The idea was filthy. Dark. Extremely risky.
But it also made my cock throb back to full hardness in seconds.
I rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while my other hand slid between her legs. She was soaked again - fresh arousal leaking out of her well-used pussy.
“Say it clearly,” I demanded, sliding two fingers roughly into her cunt. “Tell your Sir exactly what you want.”
Luci moaned loudly as I finger-fucked her, her voice breaking with every thrust.
“I want… ahh… I want you to bring another man here. I want both of you to use me at the same time. I want him to fuck my pussy and my mouth while you destroy my ass. I want you to clamp my nipples and choke me until I can’t breathe while he cums inside me. I want to be your shared fucktoy, Sir. Your married BDSM whore.”
Hearing my sweet wife talk like such a depraved slut made something primal snap inside me.
I pulled my fingers out and slapped her pussy hard, making her cry out.
“You filthy little cunt,” I growled. “My wife wants to get gang-fucked and turned into a cum dump.”
I shoved my cock back into her sore asshole in one brutal thrust and started pounding her again, hard and fast.
While I fucked her ass mercilessly, I made her keep talking - describing every dirty detail of her fantasy. How she wanted to be tied down helplessly. How she wanted two cocks stretching her holes at once. How she wanted to be slapped, spit on, and called degrading names while I watched and directed the stranger. How she wanted to cry and beg while being double-stuffed and used like meat.
Every filthy word out of her mouth made me fuck her harder.
I wrapped both hands around her throat this time and squeezed hard while I railed her asshole.
“You really want another man’s cock stretching your married pussy while I choke the life out of you?” I hissed.
“Yes, Sir!” she choked out, eyes rolling back. “Please… I need it. I need to feel like a complete whore for you.”
I fucked her through two more shattering orgasms, filling her ass with another thick load before we finally collapsed.
The next evening, we sat down and talked seriously - naked, her collar still around her neck, my cum still slowly leaking from her pussy and ass.
We set strict rules.
I would be in complete control. I would choose the man. I would decide what he could and couldn’t do. Luci would have no say once the scene started. Her safeword would still apply, but she would only use it in extreme emergencies. We agreed on hard limits, STI testing requirements, and aftercare protocols.
But the most important rule: I was her Owner. The other man was just a tool I was using to break my wife further.
Talking about it made us both insanely horny again.
I made her ride my cock slowly while we continued the conversation.
“Describe how you want it to happen,” I ordered, gripping her hips.
Luci’s voice trembled with lust as she rode me.
“I want you to tie me up… maybe on my back with my legs pulled wide open. I want the stranger to fuck my pussy first while you sit beside me and choke me. Then… when I’m crying and shaking, I want both of you to switch. I want his cock in my mouth while you destroy my ass. And finally… I want both holes fucked at the same time. Two cocks inside me, stretching me until I scream.”
Her pussy clenched hard around my cock as she spoke.
I grabbed her bouncing tits and twisted her sore nipples brutally.
“You want to be a double-stuffed married whore?” I growled.
“Yes, Sir… I want to feel like nothing but holes for two men. I want you to watch another man cum deep inside your wife while you choke me unconscious if you want.”
That was it.
I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her ass up, and fucked her like an animal while we planned the night. I told her I would start looking for the right man immediately - someone experienced in BDSM, well-hung, and willing to follow my orders completely.
By the time I filled her pussy with my third load of the night, the decision was final.
We were really going to do it.
My beautiful wife Luci was going to be shared.
She was going to be tied down, clamped, choked, slapped, and fucked senseless by two cocks while I directed every second of her degradation.
As she lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum, with fresh handprints blooming on her ass and throat, she looked up at me with pure submissive devotion.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered. “Thank you for making my darkest fantasy real.”
I stroked her cheek gently, then slapped it lightly.
“You’re welcome, my little whore. Get ready. Soon you won’t just have one man ruining you… you’ll have two.”
Luci shivered violently, her eyes shining with lust and fear.
She knew her limits were about to be destroyed.
And she couldn’t wait.