I stepped through the door, keys clattering to the floor as the scene unfolded like a forbidden dream. My wife Elena lounged on the couch in nothing but a silk robe, four men circling her with hungry eyes. She was no damsel; her posture screamed power. "Darling, you're late to your own fantasy," she purred, voice laced with wit. "These boys think they can handle me, but we'll see who begs first."
One tall stranger chuckled. "Your husband's the one who'll be begging to join." Elena's laugh was sharp as a whip. "Oh please, he's here to watch his strong wife get exactly what she craves. My pussy's already wet and dripping just thinking about it. Who's got the hard cock for my ass first?"
The first man, broad-shouldered and smirking, stepped up. "Me, if you're not all talk." Elena rose, robe slipping off, revealing her curves. "Talk? I'll have you panting and sweating before you know it. Bend me over, big boy—slow at first, make it count." She guided him, strong hands on his hips, as he pressed his hard cock against her ass. "That's it, fill me deep. Feel how horny I am?"
He thrust in, her moans mixing with his grunts. "God, your ass is tight," he panted. Elena shot back wittily, "Tighter than your excuses. Deeper—make me drip." The rhythm built, bodies slapping, sweat glistening. The other men watched, one quipping, "Save some for us." Elena grinned through gasps, "Patience, or I'll make you watch me swallow the next load first."
As he neared climax, she commanded, "Cum deep inside—now!" He exploded, filling her ass with cum, her body shuddering in control. She straightened, cum already starting to drip, eyes locking on mine. "Your turn to see the mess, love. But the real explosion's just beginning."
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