Good morning, my love…

I still smell like them. My thighs are sticky, my pussy is puffy and used, and every time I shift in bed I can feel the dull, sweet ache deep inside where they stretched me open for you.

You sent me out last night with that look in your eyes—the one that makes my cunt clench before anyone even touches me. “Go be a good vixen,” you said, kissing me slowly while your hand slid under my short dress and checked how wet I already was. I was soaked. You always make me soaked before you share me.

I met them at the hotel bar like we planned—two of your friends from the club, the tall one with the thick arms and the quieter one with the heavy cock you told me about. They bought me a drink. I let them look. I crossed and uncrossed my legs so they could see I wasn’t wearing panties, just the little black plug you put in me before I left. Every time I moved it shifted inside me and reminded me who I belong to.

We didn’t stay at the bar long.

Upstairs, the moment the door closed, the tall one pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard while the other one stood behind me and pulled my dress up. Cold air on my bare ass. Fingers sliding between my cheeks, tugging on the plug. “Your husband put this in you?” he asked against my neck. I nodded, already panting. “He likes knowing his wife’s ass is full while she gets fucked.”

They took turns kissing me, biting my neck, sucking my nipples until they were dark and swollen. I was so wet it was running down my thighs. The quieter one finally dropped to his knees, yanked the plug out, and buried his face between my legs. He licked me like he was starving—long, greedy strokes over my clit, tongue fucking into me while the tall one held my wrists above my head and made me watch.

I came so fast it was embarrassing. Legs shaking, moaning your name even while another man’s tongue was inside me.

They put me on the bed after that. On my back first, legs spread wide. The tall one pushed into me slowly, letting me feel every thick inch. God, he was big. Bigger than I expected. My pussy stretched around him with that delicious burn you love hearing about. He fucked me deep and steady while the other one fed me his cock—heavy, salty, already leaking. I sucked him the way you taught me: slow at first, then messy, spit running down my chin, eyes watering, gagging on purpose so they’d both groan.

They switched. Then switched again. One in my mouth, one in my cunt, then both of them taking turns pounding me while I held my legs open and begged. They talked about you the whole time. “Your husband knows how wet you get for strange cock?” “Bet he loves reclaiming this messy little hole when you get home.” Every word made me clench harder.

At one point they flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and the quieter one slid into my ass while the tall one stayed in my pussy. I almost blacked out. So full. So stretched. I came again with both of them inside me, sobbing into the sheets, telling them how much I love being your filthy shared slut.

They used me for hours. Bent me over the edge of the bed. Had me ride one while the other stood behind and slapped my ass. Made me kneel on the floor and open my mouth while they stroked themselves and painted my tongue and tits with cum. I swallowed every drop I could catch, then licked the rest off my own skin because I knew you’d want me to.

When they were finally done, they cleaned me up a little—gentle hands, soft towels—then walked me back down to the lobby like nothing had happened. My dress was wrinkled. My hair was a mess. My thighs kept sticking together with their cum and mine.

I came home to you just after 2 a.m.

You were waiting in the living room, hard the second you saw the state of me. You didn’t even let me shower. You just bent me over the couch, pulled my dress up, and pushed into my wrecked, overflowing pussy while I told you everything. Every cock. Every position. How many times I came. How I moaned your name while strangers fucked me.

You came so deep inside me it felt like you were trying to push their cum back out with your own. Then you carried me to bed, licked me clean, and held me while I trembled and thanked you over and over for letting your vixen be such a dirty little whore.

I’m still full of you, master. Still aching. Still smiling.

Did I do good last night?

Do you want more details about any part… or do you already have plans for what you want me to do tonight?

I’m yours. Always