Chapter 1: The Frustrated Wife

I woke up on New Year’s Eve with my p***y soaking wet and aching for c**k. The lace panties I wore to bed rubbed against my swollen c**t with every shift, making my toes curl. I reached over to Jimmy’s side of the king-sized bed, but it was cold and empty again. Ten years of marriage, and this was what it had come to. I had sent our kids to his parents for the weekend, planned a romantic dinner, lit candles, bought new red lingerie... only for him to come home late and pass out on the couch. Again. I groaned and flopped back onto the pillows, my hand sliding down my stomach to cup my needy cunt. My fingers circled my c**t slowly as I thought about how boring our s*x life had become. Jimmy was sweet, but vanilla as f**k. Missionary, a few grunts, and done in five minutes. I needed more. I needed to be f****d like a w***e. The door creaked open. Jimmy stood there, looking nervous but excited. “Lily-Rose… we need to talk.” I sat up, pulling the sheet over my breasts. “About what? You ditching me again?” He swallowed hard. “No. About what I want for us tonight.” His eyes darkened. “I want to watch you get f****d by another man.” My heart raced. “What?” “I’ve been fantasizing about it for months. Seeing you used, stretched, filled with another man’s c*m while I watch.” He stepped closer, his c**k already hard in his pants. “I arranged it. A biker. Rough. Hung. He’s coming at 10pm.” My p***y clenched at the words. Dirty. Filthy. Exactly what I craved. I stared at him, my fingers still lazily teasing my c**t under the sheet. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious.” Jimmy’s voice was husky. “His name’s Jax. Big guy. Tattoos everywhere. Criminal record, doesn’t give a f**k about rules. I met him through a friend who said he’s… exactly what you need.” A shiver ran through me. My n*****s hardened against the lace bra. For months I’d been touching myself to rough porn — bikers, gangsters, men who took what they wanted. And now my own husband was offering me one on a silver platter. I pushed the sheet down, letting him see my body in the red lingerie I’d bought for him. My full breasts strained against the delicate fabric, my curvy hips and thick thighs on full display. “You really want this? Another man stretching your wife’s tight p***y while you watch?” Jimmy groaned, palming his erection. “Yes. f**k, Lily… I’m so hard just thinking about it.” I bit my lip, heat flooding my core. “Then tell me more. What’s he going to do to me?” Jimmy sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to my hand as I slipped two fingers inside my dripping cunt. “He’s going to bend you over, slap that perfect ass red, choke you while he pounds you deep. He’ll make you scream things you’ve never screamed for me. And when he fills you up… I want to see his c*m leaking out of you.” I moaned, f*****g myself faster. The idea of a stranger — a dangerous, hung biker — ruining me in our hotel room while my husband jerked off in the corner was pushing me close to the edge already. “What if I like it too much?” I whispered, eyes half-lidded. “What if I beg him to f**k me harder than you ever could?” Jimmy’s breathing grew ragged. “Then I’ll watch you become his dirty little slut for the night.” The clock read 9:45 pm. My body was on fire. At exactly 10pm, a heavy knock echoed through the suite. Jimmy looked at me, eyes wide with lust and nerves. “That’s him.” I stood up on shaky legs, my soaked panties clinging to my p***y, and walked toward the door. My heart hammered. This was it. I opened the door. Jax filled the entire frame — tall, broad-shouldered, covered in dark tattoos that snaked up his neck and down his muscular arms. Leather jacket, tight black shirt stretched over his powerful chest, and a predatory smirk that made my knees weak. His eyes raked over my body like he already owned it. “Well, f**k,” he growled, voice deep and rough. “Your husband wasn’t lying. You really are a needy little w***e tonight.” He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his presence sucking all the air out of the room. Jimmy hovered behind me, breathing fast. Jax’s hand shot out, gripping my chin firmly as he looked down at me. “You wet for me already, baby?” I nodded, unable to speak. He smirked, sliding his other hand straight between my thighs, cupping my drenched p***y through the lace. “Good. Because I’m gonna wreck this married cunt tonight.”