Mary lay beside Rekker, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. She felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by excitement as she began to tell him about her encounter with Alex.
Rekker's interest was piqued. "Tell me more," he urged, his own arousal growing as he listened to his wife's words.
Mary described how Alex had taken her, rough and hard, leaving her breathless and satisfied. Rekker's cock grew hard again as he listened, his mind's eye picturing the scene she described. "Go on," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Mary playfully insulted him, calling him a "softie" compared to Alex. Rekker took the insult in stride, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Do you enjoy being fucked by both of us?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes betraying his curiosity.
Mary's devious grin was all the answer he needed. Rekker's cock throbbed as he began to fuck Mary again, this time with a newfound intensity. Mary moaned and writhed beneath him, encouraging him to fuck her harder.
Rekker lost himself in the moment, his hips pistoning as he took Mary with a primal need. He paused, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Do you still love me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mary's wicked laugh sent shivers down Rekker's spine. "I love you, but I also love the thrill of being fucked by Alex," she admitted.
Rekker felt a mix of hurt and arousal at her words. "Why can't you be satisfied with me?" he asked, his voice tight with emotion.
Mary's sly smile was her only response. Rekker was determined to prove her wrong, fucking her with a newfound roughness and dominance. They both spent themselves, satisfied and spent.
As they lay in the aftermath, Rekker couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be enough for Mary. But for now, he was content to bask in the glow of their lovemaking, and to dream of ways to prove his worth to his deviant wife.
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