I was bent over the kitchen counter when Jake walked in without knocking. My husband Mike was already sitting at the table, stroking his little dick like the pathetic cuck he is. Jake was nineteen, built like he lifted every day, and he knew exactly what he wanted the second he saw my ass in those tight shorts.
"Fuck, Mrs. Thompson," he said, voice low and rough. "That pussy ready for me again?"
I didn't answer with words. I just shoved my shorts down and spread my legs. My cunt was already dripping. Mike whimpered behind me, but I ignored him. Jake stepped up, unzipped, and slapped his thick cock against my ass. It was heavy, veined, and way bigger than anything Mike could offer.
He grabbed my hips and shoved in deep on the first thrust. I moaned loud, the kind of sound that told both of them who owned me now. Jake fucked like he hated me, pounding my pussy hard enough that my tits swung and the counter dug into my stomach. Every slap of his balls against my clit made me clench around him.
"Look at your wife taking this dick," Jake taunted Mike. "She gets wetter every time you watch."
Mike's hand moved faster on his tiny cock. He was leaking all over his fingers, eyes glassy. I reached back and spread my cheeks wider so Jake could see exactly how stretched I was around him.
"Harder," I growled. "Make it hurt."
Jake slammed in balls-deep and held there, grinding his hips so his cockhead battered my cervix. Then he pulled out and flipped me around, lifting me onto the counter like I weighed nothing. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and drove back inside. The angle made me scream. My pussy squirted around his shaft, soaking his balls and the floor.
Mike crawled closer on his knees. "Please," he begged. "Let me taste it."
Jake laughed, pulled out, and shoved his glistening cock straight into Mike's open mouth. "Clean your wife's cunt off my dick, cuck."
Mike gagged but sucked like the desperate slut he was. Jake fucked his throat for a few strokes, then pushed him away and buried himself back in me. He pounded me until my legs shook and I came again, pussy pulsing and spraying.
When he was close, Jake yanked out and painted my tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum. Some landed on my lips.
I licked it off while Mike watched, stroking himself to the edge but not allowed to finish.
Jake wiped his cock on my thigh and smirked. "Same time tomorrow. Tell your husband to be on his knees waiting."
I slid off the counter, cum dripping down my body, and smiled at Mike. "You heard him. Get ready to clean up again."
Jake left without another word. Mike crawled over and started licking the mess off my skin, moaning like the broken cuckold he was. My phone buzzed with a text from Jake already: "Tomorrow bring the plug. I want that ass too."
I typed back one word: "Yes."
