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The Wife Sharing Service

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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It was not the sort of conversation that a man had every day with his wife, but it was one day that would change everything for Richard and Alda. Sitting in the living area of their home on the outskirts of the city, he drummed his fingers on the arm of the sofa anxiously, unable to conceal his nerves.

Instead of talking, after the revelation had been made, he took a moment to take her in, every part of her that he had spent hours upon hours appreciating. That she spent a lot of time on her body, prioritizing her health, was easy to see, blending her time in the gym between different exercises so that the muscle she had built was obvious to see. Yet there was nothing masculine about her appearance, her skin clear and fresh, lightly shaded honey hair falling loosely down to her shoulders as she leaned back into the armchair, lips pressed together, lightly pursed. Her features were defined with high cheekbones and a sweeping jaw, though Richard had fallen for her for more, of course, than purely physical looks.

Richard held similar goals in life to her, a little taller, though perhaps a little less social than his wife: it depended. But what he did know was that the four years married to her had been the best of his life, despite their ups and downs. Nothing in life was perfect, but being with Alda pushed him to be a better person.

What man could want for more?

Yet her answer had to come, one way or another, breath hitching in his chest as she took a deeper, more steadying breath than her husband.

“I guess I can see why you would want to do that," she said slowly, “but…it's different. You must understand that, right?"

Richard swallowed and half-shrugged, a sheepish smile wanting to pull at his lips.

“I know… Partner sharing or…well…wife sharing…" He blushed more heavily, rubbing the back of his neck, but it would not ease the heat from his skin. “It would be…amazing to see you with someone else like that, or just to know that you're enjoying yourself… I…"

But it was difficult to find the words to express something that, in modern society, “should not" have turned him on to such an extent, crossing his leg over the other, knee angled so that his legs were by no means pressed tightly together. Shifting his position did not help and Richard sighed, running his fingers back through his hair. The tension in the room was such that he swore it could have been cut with a knife, though it was a heated kind of tension, the kind where no decision, at least that he knew of, had yet been made. Alda certainly had not sent him packing at the very least…

“I might be interested in trying," she said slowly, as if she was rolling the words around her mouth before letting them fly. “But I do have a condition."

Richard's head snapped up, eyes wide, heart pounding. What?

“Really? Yes – anything!"

It was an easy agreement to make when his wife, seemingly, was so willing, his lips stretching into a wide, wide smile, wide enough to offset his arousal – at least for the moment. Although she smiled back at him, Alda held up a finger to stay him, consideration in her eyes.

“Look… Richard… I don't want anything more than…what it is, you know? I don't want more partners; I don't want another life with someone else. If we're going to try this, to see if it works for us, I don't want anything more than the physical side, no boyfriends, nothing like that. No risks of getting attached."

He nodded eagerly, crossing the short space between the sofa and the armchair to take her into his arms and kiss her, though she laughed into the kiss even as she flung her arms around him. In that moment, and many more to come, nothing was wrong with the world, their world, though their little corner of it would never be the same ever again.

Perhaps that was all for the better too, Richard setting himself to work on trying to find out exactly how he could fulfil her requirements and see to it that his own, as they experimented and played, were met. Sure, there were plenty of hook-up sites, but was that fitting for Alda? It felt too corny, too cheesy, too much like they were desperate for it, when it was merely meant to be one more flavour to add to their active sex life.

It was more difficult than he had expected, though something that he was more than willing to put the time into, taking a rest day for himself from the gym and sitting before the computer in their little home office while Alda headed out to the gym. She wouldn't miss a day, good for her in body and in mind, though she had a group of friends that she met up with there. They were all very good motivation for her and, as she did with him, Richard enjoyed the fruits of her labour, especially when they showed in her body.

Richard tilted his head, clicking onto a new link, the screen turning a soft blue with text scrolling down, the website set up professionally in a modern style, the menus seemingly easy to navigate.

What's this?

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He scrolled down, reading the heading, a little text explaining what it was all about, another wife sharing application that he could download titled “S. Wife to Share". Yet, for the menus and neat set-up, there was not all that much information, even if he did manage to glean that applicants would be screened and he couldn't simply click on a link to download what he wanted. He had to call a phone number, which was on the homepage, and then leave his contact details, exactly as they had scripted.

It could have been sketchy, but they did not ask for anything that could have been used to access accounts of his, no odd questions, only a name and a contact number. It didn't seem too bad, though it was tricky to distinguish, for him, where the line between curiosity and concern laid, entwined with arousal. With a shrug, Richard lifted his phone, shakily, to his ear, to do as they asked. If he didn't like the app when he managed to download and take a look at it, it wasn't as if he had to use it. It would all be discussed and agreed with Alda, as sore as he was to press into what could be the start of something new for both.

Things, however, did not happen as quickly as he wanted them to. Truth be told, as he kept looking for other sites and apps to try, Richard forgot all about the number that he had called, remaining there in his call history with nothing else to suggest that the call had even taken place. It was only a few days later, sitting at the breakfast table on a Saturday morning with the remains of their breakfast on the plates before him, that his phone rang.

“Hello? This is Richard."

“Ah, yes," the smooth, feminine voice on the other side said, expecting him. “I'm calling with regards to your recent application to S. Wife Share. Is now a good time to talk?"

He stood suddenly, shoving back his chair with a scrape, heart pounding, palms sweaty.

“Oh! Yes, that was me who called, Richard, thank you – thank you for calling back!"

He could hear the smile in the voice of the woman on the other end of the line, Alda looking at him curiously over her cup of coffee as he stepped back for a little privacy, not wanting to disturb her.

“That's no problem at all. I just wanted to let you know that we have looked into your application

“What?" Richard's brow furrowed, but it was not enough to prevent the stirrings of arousal deep within him. “But I didn't give any more information, only my name, my number?"

She laughed lightly, putting him at ease.

“Do not worry, we have our ways. Our object is to ensure that every participant in our services is safe at all times to provide the service that we do. Would you like me to go on?"

Of course, he did, which she was more than happy to do.

“So, our company provides willing women to powerful, rich men around the world, our services unique." She spoke as if it was a spiel she had given many times before. “This satisfies the needs of all participants, namely in the way of wife sharing. With the aspect of your application from S. Wife Share, one of the services that we provide is to offer the services of engaged, married or merely coupled women to these gentlemen, who are willing to pay a premium to have their needs fulfilled."

Richard swallowed hard, though the lump in his throat did not shift so easily.

“There, of course, will be payment for your wife's services, if she chooses to participate, for nothing comes for free in this world, does it not?" She laughed, though Richard did not manage to laugh along with her in time, his heart pounding too hard. “Regardless, this is about fantasy fulfilment in a safe, consenting environment. We have your details and have checked before making this call: you match our first step well. You are a young couple, married for four years, Alda is a very attractive woman who looks after her body and, as noted, you are both healthy with no disease. That you have a normal sex life is also noted for your file. Yet I can also see that you have a loan to pay back for your house purchase, which has a span of seventeen years left on it, though I understand that this is not the primary reason that you contacted S. Wife Share. We ensure that all those who participate are compensated for everything, but not prostituted. Money should not be the object of this and we are confident that you, as a couple, are what we are looking for."

Richard shook his head.

“I… Uh, yes, yes, we have a house loan…but how could you possibly know that? You know a lot more about me and us than I gave over the phone!"

“Oh, we have a long reach. As noted, we keep all safe in our services and this is one way that we ensure that. Everything is strictly confidential and, if there are any concerns, I will be more than happy to have a copy of the confidentiality agreement sent over to you."

“Yes… Yes, that would be good, thank you."

“So, the app works with you creating a profile of the woman, in this case, that would be Alda. She may then add pictures, clothed and nude to best display herself, a description of herself and a full summary of her sexual experience, with explicit detail. This is so that a partner may choose her with an open mind, knowing fully what she is able to do, what she wants to do and where her experience lies."

He listened attentively, though suddenly had the feeling that he should have been making notes. Outside the kitchen where Alda seated at their breakfast table was located, he leaned against the wall, needing the support.

“This application is not for men to find a girlfriend or a wife or a partner, long-term, of any kind. The purpose of this app is for single meetings, one night or a few days. These men are powerful and it is why they have chosen to come to us to use our service, finding and discarding a woman for her sexual appeal. I must stress that this is not and never will be intended for romantic liaisons and encounters. Does this sound in line with what you are looking for?"

Richard nodded, clearing his throat to answer properly when he realised that she could not see him nodding through the phone.

“Yes, yes… Yes, I understand. We do not want to bring romance into it either, we agree."

“Excellent." The woman sounded pleased, though it struck Richard that she knew his name and not the other way around. “So, to give a little more information on the fee that was mentioned… Of course, this is not why you came to us, but, every time the app is used and after an encounter, the man who has made use of your wife's services may put money, specifically, on the loan that you have. This money will go through us so that your financial details remain secure."

Richard swallowed hard. Enough money to make a difference on the loan would be a perk that he would not turn down, though they seemed keen to ensure that it was not a payment of sorts that would be liable to tax. But, considering that he was the one who wanted to use their services with Alda, it was not something that he was going to spend much time worrying about. They were in it, undoubtedly, for pleasure, to fulfil his fantasies and to see just where hers may take her in the future. To them, life was not about holding back.

“You must be ready, however, for the men that use our services are not here to be nice to anyone," she warned, her tone dropping an octave, demonstrating her seriousness. “The men who use our services treat women as objects, most often married women. There will be no wining and dining and there is very little sweet talk amongst our customers. Everything comes down to sex. Which is always done without a condom with every participant tested regularly using our services. We understand that this may be a stretch for many and would recommend that you two speak about this first to see if it is a dealbreaker."

The call was wrapped up politely enough, though Richard could not honestly remember any of it, with his heart pounding as hard as it was. It sounded like everything she had said was out of his wildest fantasies, a dream that he didn't have to break out of, for it was simply not a dream. It was reality, real life, something that he could press into, discuss, look at – and maybe, if all the stars aligned and it was what they truly wanted, do.

At first, her reaction was as he had expected, though Richard didn't want to lose hope when she baulked at sex without a condom. Even they had not had sex without a condom before becoming engaged and they had been diligent about the contraceptive pill ever since, wanting to make an informed decision when the time came for that, if they even wanted to move forward with having children at all. He didn't tell her that there would be monetary gain from them joining the programme and providing her services, for the fetishes of the men who wanted her and him who merely wanted to share her, to lust for her. That could have been something undue to sway her decision and, as always, he wanted her decision to come from the heart, all in a way that made it her choice. And, if she decided that she didn't want to do anything at all, after all, he would respect that too.

However, to his surprise, while he researched other apps but didn't find anything with as diligent sexual health checks (could he enforce those for himself if Alda found other partners? It was tricky) as S. Wife Share, Alda came to him one evening, sitting on his lap. She slipped easily into his arms as she had a thousand times before and he drew her in close with a smile, kissing her hair.

“Richard, I think…" She took her time, playing with her fingers while she found the words, though her courage was already there. “I think I've changed my mind about it, this S. Wife Share app you talked about. Did you speak to them anymore about it?"

Richard faced her, blinking once.

“What? Yes, oh… I spoke to them about confidentiality and a bit more about how the health checks would be done, just in case, though that was just last week. I haven't heard any more from them since. What do you mean, do you…"

He trailed off, though Alda answered him with a smile, brushing her thumb over his lower lip.

“Yes… It is a push, I'm not going to lie, but it's exactly what we discussed. It fits what we want: sex with no romance. If there was one place where I could be sure that there would be no one mooning after me when we split, it would be through this service. I had a look at their website too and there are some forums, some accounts and reviews… I wanted to be sure before I said anything. If it doesn't work for us after all, we can simply stop too, right?"

Of course, that was an option, for it was not something that anyone could or would be forced into, not with S. Wife Share controlling that side of things. He held her tightly and their night, entwined in one another's arms, was even more intimate than ever, long and slow, all while they considered the pounding lust that the future would hold.

Alda took charge of creating the app with laser precision that almost frightened Richard, though it was interesting for him to hear about her past and her exploits too, laughing lightly despite sweaty palms and hearts that beat just a little bit too quickly for comfort. She told him about the time she had given morning head to a guy in university, the higher education that was attended after school was finished, and then gone straight to a lecture with her hair all messed up. There was even a time, when she had been younger and wilder, when she had had sex with a guy in his car while their friends were coming to meet them. They'd never talked about it again, apparently, after that night, but the risk of being caught had made it even more exciting to them.

There was a lot he didn't know about Alda, or so it seemed, though it only made Richard even more eager to see what lay beneath the surface with her, everything that he could allow her to uncover. Their sex life was far from boring, undoubtedly, and they were satisfied, but neither wanted to be that couple that stagnated. They wanted to press on into something new, something exciting, something that may or may not become so much more for them and their relationship. Who was to tell, unless they gave it a shot?

She put down her experience in giving blowjobs, adding in her key skills, though Richard stiffened a little, against his will, at the addition of “anal" to the key skills list. It was something they had tried a couple of times but not found to be for them. Frankly, he had been too worried about causing her discomfort, though that would not be a problem with the types of men that Alda would be meeting up with if it all came through in that way.

“Look…" She pointed it out to him on the app screen before them. “Looks like they can rate skills here. Do you think I should add more? I want to have plenty of choices…"

There were not only key skills but hints at “titles" of a sort that each woman on the app could unlock, though those apparently required lots of reviews, lots of ratings and lots of feedback. How they were to be unlocked was not quite clear, though Alda mused aloud about that probably becoming clear in time. One thing, however, was certain and that there was nothing soft or light about those titles. “Deepthroat Queen" was probably the tamest one there, all using cruder language, though only a few were teased at. Richard shivered. If there was one thing that Alda adored, it was a challenge and the titles presented to her, not yet given, offered that in spades.

There were plenty of already taken photographs for Alda to add to the app, though Richard helped her choose them, her hand sliding up his thigh, teasing him just a little bit. It was never meant to be an experience for only one of them, after all, Richard was as much a part of it as anyone else, though it had been hinted that there could be a chance for him to watch at a later date if all went well. It was not something, however, that had been set in stone. He was happy merely to be able to explore his fantasies with Alda, to have her whole-heartedly on bored and as eager as he was. With a teasing smile, she had even gone down on him, giving him a blowjob, the previous night, saying that she would be doing that for someone else soon.

Yet they both knew that any partners that she had would not be as gentle with her as he was, but that was the nature of it, the way it had to be. And they wanted that too, for it was a side of sex that they had not exposed, the side of being used, for it simply was not a part of their relationship, not even in the bedroom. Some things could be fantasised about and even played out, after all, even if those enjoying the idea of them did not want to engage in those fantasies with each other.

With everything set up on the app, including a video message from her and some sound bites of her speaking that were apparently to give the men a better idea of who she was and what she could offer them, all they could do was wait. Alda, however, didn't have to wait for very long at all to hear a new chime from her phone, a ping that didn't belong to any application that she was so far familiar with.

She smiled as she read the message, fingers brushing her lips gently as if she held a secret behind them, though if there was such a secret, it was one shared with her husband.

“Hey, Richard…"

And, just like that, her first appointment was set.

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He'd sent her off with a kiss and a smile, however shaky it was in the moment. It was not “right" what they were doing but neither was it “wrong", in some kind of delicious, grey in-between area where lewdness lay. Thankfully, she didn't have to take a flight to her destination, though Alda had been advised that many of the men that she could be paired up with to please (though she'd most certainly have her pleasure out of it too) would be overseas, giving her a glamorous, glitzy lifestyle that she could only have dreamed of before. She didn't even look like herself with a short skirt that brushed her upper thigh and a buttoned blouse that exposed her arms while leaving her neckline, thankfully, covered. She didn't think that she could have quite handled it if her bust was all on show too, though she had been encouraged to dress “slutty".

What did “slutty" even mean anyway? She wasn't one for shaming women for their clothing choices and just because someone was revealing skin didn't mean that they wanted something. Maybe they just liked how they looked in those clothes? Alda hadn't shown so much of her legs in years, but had hoped it was alright, even though she had been assured that the man she was to meet knew it would be her first time using the app. Perhaps he liked having first-timers or something? Either way, he must have known what he'd be getting into and that was good enough for her.

There was no overnight bag, just her phone, the clothes she was wearing and an arrangement with a private driver to pick her up late that night, the sun setting as she gulped and ascended the steps, having passed the tall, wooden gates with a security code already, to a single-storey yet lavish home. It was set out as if in cubes, white to reflect the late evening sunshine, with lots of windows, looking out over a pool that she fully expected was heated, everything oozing luxury, wealth, passion. Her husband had the address too, of course, and her heart pounded, her mouth too dry for comfort, though she knew she was safe there. They'd even had her do a sexual health screening, which had come back clear, as she'd expected it to. Everything had been covered.

The door loomed imposingly before her, daring her to turn back, but her heart pounded too hard with twisted nerves and excitement, all tangled up together, to stop. With her hand on the door handle, she opened it, the lock disengaging as it had already been disabled after she'd introduced herself at the gate.

For that first time, however, she wasn't going to be expected to stay the night. The man, she'd been told, didn't like sharing a bed, which was just fine with her. A small step for her first-time suited Alda better than pushing out all the stops.

Yet there he was, standing before a fireplace that was taller than he was, the open plan living area allowing him to lock eyes with her from the doorway. The door swung closed behind her and Alda was struck by the notion that she should have been hanging up her coat and her bag, only, she didn't have either of those things. With her shoulders and arms bare, she stroked her forearm anxiously, yet the pull to the stunningly handsome man before her had her taking a step before she said a single word.

“Hello, I'm… I'm Alda."

But she couldn't take her eyes off him, a tall, handsome man, conventionally good looking with a square jaw and sharp, blue eyes. His hair was styled as if with gel, though she wouldn't have experience of that, casually messy, yet in a way that made him look as if he'd stepped out of a modelling magazine. With a shirt perfectly fitted over a broad chest and his hands pushed into his suit trouser pockets, he might have just come from the office or finished with some kind of important business meeting.

It wasn't Alda's business to know. Not as they stared, seconds stretching out, sexual tension, what they were both there to do, crackled in the air between them. The open living area might as well have been a chasm, but both were well enough prepared to jump. All they needed was a spark.

He didn't ask permission. He didn't even give her his name. All he did was cross the distance between them and claim her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Alda trembled, melting into his touch, the first time that she had been touched by a man other than Richard since they had gotten together. Yet the moment was fleeting, as if there was to be some edge of lightness to it, his lips breaking from hers in a heated hiss of breath, blue eyes sharp and intently locked onto hers.

“You look too good to be in those clothes."

It was funny how someone with true power did not need to say anything loud or to be demanding, not when they knew that they were going to get what they wanted anyway. With his voice low and sultry, he got what he wanted from her in a heartbeat of a moment, Alda following him to what she supposed was his bedroom, crossing the open plan living area as if in a dream.

It was easy to let his hands roam her body, as if she really was an object, something to be used, something that could be objectified and tossed away without a care in the world. Surely a man like him could have gone out to a club or similar and found someone that he could use just like her – but it would have had a different flavour to it and something that Alda would come to learn was that the meant who used S. Wives Sharing had a particular brand to their tastes.

They never left unsatisfied. Their partners were all consenting. They all liked it rough. They wanted their women to be taken already, to sear through that masculine power in taking “another man's woman". They liked to use, to toss aside, to never think of the women they fucked ever again, a passing fancy and a quick, rough fling never to be thought of ever again.

The app and the service allowed them to do that and everyone was happy.

He ripped through her blouse as if he could not bear to see her covered by any manner of clothing for a single second more, buttons pinging off in all directions, the garment ruined. Alda gasped, head spinning, clinging to him, but, for once, she didn't have to be in control, not when there was a man there before her who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it from her.

He growled, pushing her back onto the bed, though she went willingly, bouncing at the edge while he fixed his lips onto her neck, pinning her hands above her head. Alda's heart leapt, groaning long and low, though he was not gentle with her even then, her shoulders wrenched, forcing her body, as willing as she was, to comply. His lips sucked at her neck, parting to reveal a flash of teeth, biting and nipping, though he did not care about leaving marks, not as other lovers, lovers in her past, would have.

No words were needed, the arch of her body up to his all she could get out through the hammering of her heart, shirt dangling from her shoulders where it had been split open, ruined beyond repair. Yet he did not care for that, the unnamed man, not as he made for her skirt, Alda trying to please him, to wriggle out of the armholes of her sleeveless blouse simultaneously.

The skirt didn't rip, but the zip at the side did rake as he pulled her skirt down, leaving her bare but for her underwear, more easily accessible. Heaving and panting with the harshness of the encounter so far, she propped her torso up on the bed, laid out and exposed on the bed, catching her breath.

Then and only then did he slow, drawing his belt out of the loops with aching passion, dragging out the moment, his chest rising and falling sharply, evidencing his lust for her. Maybe he knew her name or maybe he did not, but it was clear that he did not care, disrobing himself down to his underwear, sliding his shirt off his back and leaving it in a careless pile on the floor. He probably had a hundred more just like it, or at the very least someone to ensure everything was laundered.

Alda shivered. That was how he could use the app too, for women like her. She was something that could be taken care of with a click of a button, easy, simple, married. Maybe that was what it meant to be a kind of slut, the woman that she could be, even if she didn't have to have all sides of herself on show all the time.

“You said you're good at blowjobs," he said, easing his underwear down, letting the hard length of his cock spring free, a tiny gleam of arousal at the tip. “Show it then."

It was a challenge that she took up with a throaty purr that she had not even realised that she was capable of making, her heart in her mouth, a moan on her lips. Oh, but it felt right to slip to her knees, even if the pressure was on, taking another cock into her hands, running her fingers over it, feeling out his uncut length. The skin moved softly over his cock, exposing the head, and she giggled faintly, giving it a kiss. It only felt right, though her head was swimming with too much mental and emotional stimulation to think clearly, taking on everything that her body, hardly touched so far, was desperate for.

“Oh, I'll give you a show…"

She murmured as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, falling back on her old skills, the kind of motions that she didn't have to actively think about, all being second nature to her. Her head bobbed on his cock slowly, hand wrapped around the part of his length that she did not yet feel comfortable taking into her mouth, skin prickling with the exhilaration of having another man in her mouth. His pre-cum leaked forth, slipping down her throat, and she shuddered with excitement, moving her head a little more quickly, even though she had not yet managed to get the entire length of his cock into her mouth. Maybe she could work up to that?

Yet Alda was so caught up in what she was doing that she forgot entirely that there was a real man there with his own needs and inclinations, his hand resting on the back of her head, subtle yet with a demand behind it.

“Do you suck your husband off like this?"

Alda shuddered and tried to shake her head. Oh, but no, no… No, it had never been so crude, so lewd, as if the moment was fleeting, split away in a second breath. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, drawing him deep into her mouth again – but he was quick to take charge. In a moment, everything changed.

She gagged around him in a strangled cry, his hand in her hair, twisting, pulling, a sharp jab of pain lancing across her scalp. It was fleeting, passing, but the thrust of his cock was not as he rammed into her mouth, driving forcibly into the back of her throat. His eyes locked onto her, more intense than ever, feeling them boring into her head even though she could not actually look up at him. All Alda could see was the ramming force of his cock grinding

“I bet your husband doesn't have a cock like this?" He grunted, smirking a little as he roughly fucked her face, as if she was just another hole, to him, that could be filled. “That's why you've come looking for better, huh? Need a real…unff…cock to satisfy you? Is that it?"

She whimpered, though didn't know what to say, her hands wanting to go between her thighs, panties shamefully soaked with arousal. Yet there was to be no shame for Alda, not when she had everything she wanted there, trying to suck him off but hardly able to do anything at all as he fucked her face brutally. His crotch crushed to her nose, cheeks bulging with the strain of him, and she swore there was even a bulge in her throat too, though that was most likely from needing to swallow every time he crammed the head of his dick in past her gag reflex. She had to do something, anything, to make it easier, tears building in the corners of her eyes from the strain of it all.

But Alda didn't want it to stop, turned on more than she ever could have expected from the harsh use that teetered on the edge of abuse – though how could it possibly be that when she wanted it too? No, it was something cruder, rougher, when it was consensual, her skin prickling and tingling all over, heating up from the inside out, something that made her want to hungrily lean into it.

He fucked her mouth coarsely, roughly, until his breath came in crude, harsh pants, the corners of her lips sore, her lipstick smeared, looking and feeling more like a whore than she ever had before. Then and only then, as his pecs glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, did he yank her head back, letting his cock spring in a splatter of pre-cum, aching and throbbing, leaving the woman before him heaving for breath. In her pretty lingerie, purple with gold threads making a design across the cups of the bra and the panties too, it was not the usual fare that he was used to, though he would never see Alda again.

That was what was in it for him as he hissed through his teeth and she looked up at him plaintively, her hair a mess, breathing heavily. Alda's head spun, but a pretty little slut, as she was in that moment, did not have to think, only had to be, had to feel, had to do what the man before her wanted. And there was nothing else that she would rather have been doing, groaning, watching the pump of his hand on his cock, the hypnotic slide of his fingers up and down.

“Open up that pretty little mouth for me, slut, show me what your husband's not going to get to see."

She trembled, not knowing whether it was something that Richard would see or not, though she did as he asked, parting her lips, even being quick enough to think to push her tongue out over her bottom lip, laying it there so that it looked larger, fleshier. He pointed at her face, jacking off furiously, yet the moment was all encased in debasement as he exploded with a throaty groan, expelling his load over her face. Spurts of cream marked her cheeks, some dripping into her mouth, staining her lips, even briefly forcing her to close her eyes from an errant, slim rope of semen.

He spat, though Alda didn't realise that it was spittle until it was running down her face, shuddering, whimpering, moaning. She had not realised that she could make sounds like that, so debased, so used, so turned on. Her body ached with need as he smeared his spit into her cheek with his thumb, her eyes open only enough to catch sight of his grin, the casual power that he held over her.

Safe but controlled. How sublime.

Never had she felt so small, insignificant, marked with another man's seed. She could most certainly say that she had never had a facial from her husband, yet the rich man's cum dripping down her face to her pretty lingerie and the rise of her breasts over the cups reminded her of all she thought she could try with Richard too. What she did with the men through the app could be taken home to her husband, yet the warm spurts of cum, his cock rubbing against her face as he wiped it off on her skin, without a care in the world for her, did nothing to cool her lust.

That was how she needed it so badly when he hefted her back up onto the bed, yanking off her lingerie, the bra first and then the panties. She wriggled out of the panties, kicking her legs, her eyes on his half-hard cock, though he needed time to recover.

“God, you are just a little slut, aren't you?" He laughed shortly, pressing over her, his fingers prodding at her pussy. “I thought you were meant to be a first timer?"

Alda gasped, trying to say something back, though she could not even get the words out as he crammed two fingers, too roughly, into her pussy. She'd never had someone be that rough with her, though she could barely fish out the details of the sexual encounters she'd had before Richard, building them out of fragments of memories for her profile on the app.

The man who claimed her was so much more than she ever could have imagined, curling his fingers up inside her – not for her pleasure, of course, even though her body shook with it. He curled her forward over his lap on the bed, his free hand groping her arse, as if he could handle her however he wanted, without caring for her position, her pleasure, what she thought about anything. Of course, there were limits on the app too, things that she didn't want to do and an agreement that no permanent bodily harm would ever take place, though Alda could not stop her heart from swooning, putty in his hands.

He could take her, use her however he wanted, pulling her further over his lap, his free hand on her arse, squeezing, groping, even pinching, for his fingers dug into her that much. Alda's breath caught, but it was too late for her to do anything as his hand pulled back, coming down on her arse in a sharp spank.

She yelped, but it was not hard enough to leave more than a fleeting flutter of pain, shocking the arousal deeper inside her. How could something like that feel so good, her body dirty, degraded, dragging at every breath she strained to rake into her lungs? She tried to kick out, but she wasn't trying to go anywhere, not as he warmed her arse with the flat of his hand, furiously fingering her cunt as if he was trying to get her off through those means alone.

Yet it was not enough, never enough, not when the hardening length of his cock, once more, taunted her. It was right there and yet he hadn't let her have it yet? She swallowed hard, shamed at how much saliva had suddenly filled her mouth. Maybe she was sluttier than she had realised, yet it was probably the best time for Alda to realise that, a flush of heat and strength in herself coming through. Her liaisons, if so, following her very first, were destined to be even lewder, breath coming more and more shortly in her chest.

He was not done with her.

“You want this dirty pussy filled?" He hissed through his teeth. “Because you can't get what you want from your husband? Go on, pretty girl, tell me why you want this dick so bad."

She moaned, though he wasn't about to repeat himself for her, loftily arrogant over her as she squirmed in his lap.

“Oh… Please…"

The hardness of his cock pressed up against her stomach, though he held her there, grinding his fingers in and out of her cunt, twisting his hand around without bringing her to that edge, merely demonstrating his control over her body. It took Alda several long moments longer than she was proud to admit for her lust-addled mind to come back to understanding what he'd asked her. Her pussy drooled around his fingers as if he had filled her already, head spinning, her body aching and prickling all over.

“I…" She licked her lips, struggling to get the words out, locked up in her throat. “I want your…cock, yes… My husband's smaller than you, he can't satisfy me. Oh, please give me your dick!"

It may not have been enough for someone expecting a more seasoned user of the app, but it was enough for him, a man who relished in taking the power away from first timers, those that didn't quite know what they were getting into. But Alda now knew and hungrily moaned for him, wriggling in his lap, trying to get her hands on his cock.

“Cock hungry whore," he growled, the words lashing her like the palm of his hand had. “Get over."

He didn't give her a chance to do as he ordered, whipping into motion as he dumped her on the bed, flat on her front. Her pussy ached for him and yet Alda remained perfectly still and submissive as he yanked her legs apart, spread over the edge of the bed. As much as she scrabbled to get up onto the tips of her toes, heart pounding, she simply could not, not as he pinned her, bore over her, holding her body down with his own.

He kicked apart her legs as if she didn't have a say in the matter, Alda whimpering into the bedsheets, though all she wanted was his cock deep inside her, grinding up inside. Yes, please, fill me, fuck me, use me, she tried to say, but her mumbled lust was swallowed up by the bed, the expensive sheets twisted and rumpled beneath her.

It was forced, in a way, but she had her legs spread for him as he prodded with his cock, the sound of his harsh breaths pulling over her, filling the room. There was nothing else there, not for Alda, nothing other than the large, dominant man intent on taking her, while her body was more than amenable to it. Never had someone held her down as he did, so very easily using the muscle of his body against her. Never had someone like him turned her stomach to jelly, her legs quivering, simply aching for the rod of his cock.

She screamed into the bed, face down as he forced her there, orgasm taking her the very moment that he plunged inside, cock stretching her out far more than his fingers had. Gods – he was bigger! She hadn't lied about that, not even when it was good to see the difference, the comparison, to know that she was getting something different to what her husband could offer her, though Alda's stomach churned at the thought of relaying everything that had happened there to her husband later, maybe even that night. She wasn't so sure that she would be able to find the words to convey the enormity of everything to him… And, yes, that was a very pointed use of words.

His shaft drove deep as he hissed out through his teeth, the word “slut" on his breath. And, oh, how his lust rose, churning, groaning deep in the back of his throat, his cock feeling as if it was going to power all the way through her. Of course, that was only her mind spiralling out of control, moaning and whimpering, though none of her sounds made it to him, the man who owned her, however temporary that was.

His slut.

His whore.

His woman to do with anything and everything he could ever have wanted.

Alda whimpered, trying to spread her legs further, though she struggled and forced herself to stay in place, hips pinned to the bed, one of his hands on her arse as if he needed to spread her cheeks apart even further than they already were. She was nothing to him, an object to be taken, to be fucked, brutally hammered into as if she was in all truth nothing more than a warm sex toy, a hole to fill.

It was needed, her body rippling with the aftershocks of that first orgasm with his cock inside her, though she had been so caught up in his claiming strokes that she had barely been aware of it. The cord of tightness within her drew tauter and tauter, stringent in the pit of her stomach, trying to roll her hips back, even if she wasn't in any kind of position to take control, not even in a tiny way.

“Little whore…" He breathed, though did not pause in his thrusts at all, driving deep, using the full length of his thick meat with every overpowering stroke. “You'll think of me, won't you? You will think of me when you're fucking him, when he's trying to match up to me. But I know how it really is for you."

She moaned for him, though she didn't have a name to moan out, a man in power that would forever leave an imprint in her memory. Dimly, Alda was aware of him spitting again, messing into her hair, degrading her, debasing her as if her body was so filthy already that it could only be improved by the gleam of his saliva. Her buttocks still smarted from the heat of his spanking, though it had been enough to bring her further under his control, to have her moaning and whining for his cock like a real slut, the slut that she had not realised, not completely, that she could be.

For him and all the men that followed, she would be their little whore whenever they wanted. Whether they wanted her pussy or her mouth or her arse, she would take them, letting them fuck her, use her, degrade her, marking her face with their cum, painting her as theirs, theirs and theirs alone. What cum had been on her face smeared into the bedsheets, though she imagined, licking her lips, that there was a tattoo on her arse even then, something she could hide in public but that she wouldn't need to hide when she was with the only suitors who would ever, in that way, be able to please her again. But what would it say? Her mind swam awash with so many options.

Maybe arrows pointing to her pussy.

Perhaps text:

“Fill me!"

Even a lewd image of a cock, showing her suitors exactly what kind of slut she was, what she always would be from that day on, nothing else ever able to change things.

But she did not want to go back, not as she took his cock bareback, every overpowering stroke driving deep, holding her firth, his pre-cum spilling into her. Her pussy squeezed around him and she caught her breath, wriggling a bit too much, for the man pressed down over her, both hands on her shoulders, forcing her down into the bed. Yet no matter how hard he bore her down, she was still able to breathe, still able to find the strength to curl up, lifting her chin from the bed as her moans rang out.

“Yes… Oh… Yes, fuck me… Ohhh!"

She couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it, not as his pounding drove her over the edge without even touching her clit at all that time. Her skin tingled with lust, sweat beading between her shoulder blades and trickling down, the mess of her hair even clinging to the dampness at the back of her neck. It could not be stopped, moan after moan rolling from her, her body well and truly in the dominion of another, the powerful man who was there for sex and sex alone, who would never see her again after he was done.

For Alda, it was perfect. And, when it came to the bedroom, it did not at all stop her from wanting every last part of him.

He snarled breathlessly, forgoing words instead of groans, pounding her furiously, brutally, as if she was the last fuck he'd ever get, though, of course, that was not true. It was just the way that it came through, aching deeply, the pressure of his hands on her shoulders grounding her, anchoring her where she was, the best kind of moment as he fucked her straight through the undulating waves of her orgasm.

Yet his was to be the crème de la crème of the moment, the peak of it all, breath coming in shorter and shorter pants with every harsh breath. He fucked her ruthlessly, body aching to spill its load, cock throbbing with every thrust. It rammed deep and she could only quiver under him as he moaned louder than ever before, pressing in deep and staying right there where he belonged as he spent every drop he had to give inside her.

Never before had she felt so small, his cock filling her perfectly, the head pushed up against her innermost barrier, though the angle of his hips still managed to seat his dick perfectly inside her, not leaving any sliver untended to. He spent himself bare inside her, filling her with his cum, spurt after spurt mixing with her arousal in a cocktail of lust that could never be taken back. She was, of course, on birth control, but the lure of breeding, of being used so thoroughly that she became a human broodmare, should not have been as enticing as it was in that moment. There, however, Alda was free to feel exactly all that she needed.

Alda whimpered, his head dipping, though he did not kiss her and did not employ any sweetness towards her. Already, he was in the process of losing interest, thinking of his next lay, what pleasure he would seek out next. Alda couldn't provide that for him, though she had already done her job.

She would never want for such a deep, masculine groan ever again. For everyone would want Alda once her experience grew, once everyone who used the app and the services of the women there saw exactly what she could do.

Being a slut would be the least of it, at least for her.

With his cum trickling out of her well-used pussy, Alda whimpered, her throat raw and sore, though he pulled out in a slop of messy bodily fluids. He rubbed his thumb over her shoulder as if he was smearing something into her skin, but she was not with herself in mind enough to care, exhausted and boneless, sinking into the bed.

To be fucked like that was something indeed, wanting more but not quite finding the energy for more, not that first time. She would have to build up her strength and her stamina for such acts, but when she got to be fucked that well, she didn't mind. Everything would be taken back to her husband, trying out with him, working out what worked for them, though the warm, deep sense of satisfaction that poured through her, as if she had slipped into a vat of warm water, was something that she would want to revisit, again and again.

She needed it. And, what a slut needed, she would always get in the end.

Smiling, Alda could have purred.

In depravation, a new door had been opened to her that she was more than keen to explore…