I kneel, naked, sandwiched between my wife and her lover.

I am their bauble, their plaything, their muse.

Smirking, she spreads my buttocks. I feel his hardness pressing against my ring.

I look adoringly, beseechingly into my wife’s eyes; watch her teasing smile as she nods, and moan as he slides his forbidding length deep inside me.

“You love it, don’t you?” she enquires smugly. Knowingly. 

“Yes,” I croak.

“Now you belong to him,” she giggled. “And you’re our bitch.”

I whimper.

“Cum for me, bitch,” she coos.

I can’t help myself. As he stretches and pounds me, I comply.