Collection of Small stories

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Shivani’s hands came up to my chest, stopping me before I could push in.

Her voice was still rough from the orgasm. "After he made me come a couple of times, he stood up by the side of the bed."

I stayed braced above her, waiting.



"He held it out toward me and just... looked at me. I knew what he wanted. I'd never done that with anyone but you. My heart was pounding. Part of me still couldn't believe I was about to put another man's cock in my mouth."

Her eyes stayed on mine.

"I sat up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and took it in my hand. It felt so different to you... hotter, heavier, the skin was smoother. I stroked it a couple of times, just getting used to the size, then leaned in and licked the head. He made this low groan. I opened wider and took him in. Slow at first. Just the head, then more. My jaw stretched."

Shivani’s breath hitched at the memory.

"I started sucking. Bobbing my head. Using my hand on what I couldn't fit. He put his fingers in my hair. He didn't push me down or anything, just held me and watched me. I looked up at him while I did it. That felt the most wrong. Having cock sliding over my tongue, stretching my jaw, while he stared down at me like that."

She paused, cheeks flushing deeper.

"After a minute, he tightened his grip in my hair and started moving his hips. Not hard, but, steady thrusts, fucking my mouth a little. Taking control. I stayed still and let him. My eyes watered. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest. He kept going until I was making these choking sounds around him, until my lips felt swollen. Then he pulled out, tipped my chin up with his thumb, and told me to lie back."




Her voice dropped.

I stared down at my wife, still flushed, still sticky, still full of another man's cum, and the image of her on the edge of a stranger's bed with his cock stretching her lips and sliding into her throat burned behind my eyes.

I reached down, lined myself up, and pushed into the wet heat of my wife's used cunt. My cock entered her in one long, slow thrust.

She moaned, low, as I entered her easily. "He climbed over me, settled between my legs, and pushed into me. Just the head at first. He was gentle, like he said. But god baby, it stretched me so good. I made this stupid little noise when he entered me. He was slow. Let me adjust. Then he started moving. Deep and steady. I came pretty fast again. Just from the fullness and the fact that it was happening at all. He kept going, didn't stop. I'm not sure if he even noticed. He put one hand under my hip and tilted me up so he could get deeper. The other was in my hair."





I was fucking her steadily now, and she had to pause her recounting as she shuddered around my cock, coming again at the memory.

"After a while, I'd came a few times, then he flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and fucked me from behind. Harder this time. I held onto the sheets. I could hear the headboard hitting the wall. I came again like that, face down and moaning. I was completely gone. He came not long after, gripping my hips so hard. He came so deep. God, he filled me, baby."

I was fucking her desperately now, readying myself to fill her with my own seed.





Shivani was moaning now; it was getting harder for her to talk. "But that's not all, baby, we cuddled for a bit until he got hard again and asked if I wanted more. I said yes. That time, I was on top. Riding him. Watching his face while I moved. He kept his hands on my waist and just let me take what I needed. I came again, grinding down on him, and he finished inside of me again."

She looked at me with dark, glassy eyes as this new piece of information pushed me over the edge, and my cock spasmed and unloaded deep inside of her used pussy.

I rolled off of her, breathing heavily.

Shivani’s voice had gone to a whisper, "That's what happened. Then we talked for a bit, I got dressed, and he called me a taxi."

We lay side by side in the dark. The only sound was our slowing breaths and the faint tick of the ceiling fan. My cum mixed with his inside of her, warm and thick, already starting to leak out onto the sheets between her thighs. The room smelled like sex; hers, mine, and the ghost of someone else that clung to her skin.

I stared at the ceiling for a long time before I spoke.

"Do you want to do it again?" I asked.

Shivani was quiet for a moment. Then she shifted closer, resting her cheek against my shoulder.

"I don't know," she said honestly. "Part of me wants to. It felt... different. Exciting. But the whole time I kept thinking about you. About coming home and telling you." Her fingers traced light circles on my chest. "I love you. That hasn't changed. I just... I liked being wanted by someone new. I liked how it made me feel."

I turned my head and pressed a kiss into her hair. She still smelled like her perfume, like the long night, like him underneath it all. I didn't mind anymore. Or maybe I did, and the minding was part of what made my pulse still race.

I know," I said. "I wanted this too. I just didn't know it would feel this... I don't know." I struggled to articulate my thoughts.

She lifted her face and kissed me slowly and softly.

"I'm glad it's you I get to come home to," she whispered.

I pulled her tighter against me, one hand sliding down to rest on the curve of her ass, where I knew the faint marks his fingers had left. Outside the window, the sky was dark. Somewhere in the city, Deepak was probably asleep in the bed she'd left only a few hours ago. Here, in ours, my wife was warm and sticky and mine again.

I closed my eyes.

We didn't talk anymore about whether she would see him again. Not yet. The night had been enough. The truth of it sat between us like a third body in the bed, heavy and undeniable, and somehow we both slept anyway. Tangled together in ruined sheets, the first pale light of morning creeping across the floor.



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