The bedroom was quiet except for the soft rustle of sheets and her gentle breathing as she curled against him, one leg draped lazily over his. Her fingers traced idle circles on his chest, dipping lower, lower, until they brushed the front of his boxers. He was already half-hard just from her closeness.

She nuzzled into his neck, voice barely above a whisper. “Baby… have you ever thought about me fucking someone else?”

His whole body tensed. He blinked up at the ceiling, caught completely off guard. “What?”

She giggled softly, the sound sweet and mischievous, and slipped her hand inside his boxers. Her fingers wrapped around his small cock, warm, gentle, barely needing to squeeze to encircle him completely. She gave one slow, lazy stroke.

“I mean… just hypothetically,” she continued, lips brushing his ear. “Some tall, strong guy with a really thick cock. Bigger than this cute little thing.” She gave him another teasing pump, light and playful. “Have you ever pictured it? Me on my back, legs spread, moaning way louder than I ever do with you?”

He swallowed hard, cheeks flushing. “Babe… I don’t...”

“Shhh.” She kissed the corner of his mouth, stroking him a little firmer now, keeping the rhythm slow enough to make him ache. “It’s okay if the answer’s yes. I won’t be mad. In fact…” She giggled again, nipping his earlobe. “I think it’s kinda hot that my sweet husband might get turned on thinking about his wife getting properly fucked for once.”

She sat up slowly, straddling his thighs so he had no choice but to look at her, full breasts swaying gently, nipples already hard, that bratty little smirk on her lips. Her hand never left him; she kept stroking, feather-light, watching his face.

“Tell me the truth,” she said, tilting her head cutely. “Do you want to see me satisfied? Like, really satisfied? The kind of satisfied where I’m shaking and screaming and my pussy’s so full it’s dripping when he’s done?”

He whimpered, hips twitching up into her hand despite himself.

She pouted playfully. “Use your words, cutie. Do you want your wife to feel a real cock stretch her open? One that hits spots you can’t even reach?”

“…Yeah,” he breathed, barely audible.

Her eyes lit up. “Louder, baby.” She sped up her strokes just a fraction, enough to make his breath hitch, not enough to let him finish. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I… I want to see you satisfied,” he managed, voice cracking. “I want you to fuck someone else. Someone big.”

She squealed happily, bouncing a little on his lap so her breasts jiggled right in front of his face. “Awww, that’s my good boy starting to admit it!” She leaned down, kissing him deep and messy, tongue teasing his while her hand kept working him in that maddeningly slow rhythm.

“But that’s not enough,” she whispered against his lips when she pulled back. “I want you to beg me properly. Beg your bratty little wife to cuck you. Beg me to let other men fill my tight pussy with their thick cocks. Beg me to come home creamy and messy so you can lick every drop out while I tell you how much better they felt.”

She squeezed him gently at the base, then stroked upward with agonizing slowness, thumb circling the sensitive tip.

“Please…” he whispered.

She stopped moving her hand entirely, pouting again. “Nuh-uh. Beg me like you mean it, cucky. Say the words.”

His resolve cracked completely. “Please… cuck me,” he said, louder this time, face burning. “Please fuck other men. Big cocks. Stretch you. Cum inside you. I want to watch. I want to clean you up after. Please, baby please let me be your little cuck. I’m begging you.”

She let out the happiest, giggliest squeal, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him all over his face. “Yesss! That’s it! My perfect, tiny-dicked husband finally asking for what he really wants.”

She started stroking him again, faster now, purposeful, rewarding. “You’re gonna be so good for me,” she cooed between kisses. “Watching. Waiting. Licking me clean while I tease you about how much I loved every inch they gave me.”

He was trembling, right on the edge.

“Cum for me now,” she whispered, lips brushing his. “Cum thinking about the first big cock that’s gonna ruin me for your little thing tomorrow.”

He arched, gasping her name as he spilled over her fingers, pulse after helpless pulse, while she giggled and kissed him through it.

“Good boy,” she murmured, licking a stripe up his neck. “We’re just getting started.”