Story: The Pleasures of a Stag and a Vixen
Lucy and Phillip were tangled up in bed. She slowly dragged her nails down his back, feeling every muscle tense, while lightly rubbing her soaked pussy against her husband’s firm thigh. Phillip was breathing heavily, his cock throbbing inside his underwear, brushing against her belly with every tiny movement.
She lifted her face, biting her lower lip, her eyes shining with equal parts mischief and tenderness.
“Remember that beach party, love?” she whispered, her voice hoarse and dripping with lust. “When I let that guy kiss me right in front of you… tongue in my mouth, hand squeezing my ass while you watched everything?”
Phillip swallowed hard, his cock giving a strong pulse just from hearing it. He gripped her hips tighter.
“How the fuck could I forget…” he answered low, almost growling. “You being so filthy, moaning into his mouth, looking at me with that ‘look what I’m doing to make your cock like this, baby’ stare. I almost came right there, just watching you let go.”
Lucy gave a soft, wicked laugh and lightly bit his earlobe.
“I felt you so hard rubbing against me when we danced afterward… You pulled me into that dark corner and shoved your hand up my dress, feeling how drenched I was.” She rolled her hips slowly against him, letting him feel the wet heat. “I wanted you to fuck me right there, with the taste of that other guy still in my mouth.”
Phillip groaned, turning her body sideways so he could nestle his cock better between her ass cheeks, grinding slowly while speaking into her ear.
“I wanted to fuck you right in front of him, show him that in the end I’m the one who makes you scream when you come. But I loved seeing you let loose like that… seeing my vixen all slutty, all soaked because of another male.” He slid his hand under her nightgown, finding her swollen clit and starting to circle it slowly. “Tell me more… what did you feel when he squeezed your tits in front of everyone?”
She arched her back, pushing her ass harder against him, panting.
“It was fucking intense… the thrill of knowing you were watching, approving, enjoying every second. My whole body caught fire. I imagined you fucking me afterward, making me come while I told you every little detail… how hard his cock felt against my thigh, how I wanted to suck him just to tease you even more.”
Phillip gripped her hip hard, his cock leaking pre-cum into his underwear.
“Fuck, baby… you drive me insane. I love being your devoted stag. I love seeing my woman desired, fucked by other men, and then coming back to me all marked, all covered in cum, so I can lick it all up and make you come again on my cock.”
She turned her face to kiss him hungrily, tongue invading his mouth, moaning against his lips.
“And I love being your slut, love… I love knowing you let me be as much of a whore as I want, because in the end I always come back here, to your arms, to the cock that knows me better than anyone.” She pressed his hand harder against her pussy, guiding his fingers inside her. “Finger-fuck me while we remember… make me come thinking about that night.”
He slid two fingers in slowly, feeling her clench around them, so hot and ridiculously wet.
“Come for me, my love… come remembering how you were grinding on that dance floor, how that guy was looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole. And me there, so fucking proud, knowing later I’d bring you home and fuck you until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
Lucy moaned loudly, grinding against his hand, her body shaking.
“I love you so much, Phillip… I love you for letting me be like this, for enjoying every bit of filth with me. You’re my everything.”
He kissed her neck hard, leaving a light mark, while speeding up his fingers.
“I love you even more, my dirty girl… my perfect vixen. Now come, baby… come for your stag who’s dying to see you explode with pleasure.”
She came hard, clenching around his fingers, moaning his name mixed with soft curses, her body convulsing against his. When the wave passed, she turned to face him, pressing her sweaty body against his, kissing him slowly, with all the love in the world.
“We’re never going to stop playing like this, right?” she murmured, smiling against his mouth.
Phillip smiled back, stroking her face.
“Never, my love. You’re mine… and I’m crazy about every filthy version of you that you show me.”
They stayed there, wrapped in each other, still breathless, laughing softly, knowing that conversation was just the beginning of another long, deliciously depraved night.
