The tone of Justin's voice had Kelly feeling equal parts nervous and aroused. She ran upstairs, not sure what to do once she was in their bedroom. She didn't have to wait long, as Justin was right behind her.
She wasn't sure what she'd expected him to do, but sitting calmly on the bed wasn't it. He studied her for a moment before speaking. "I love you, Kelly. I want you to be—"
She cut in before he could finish. "Please don't think this is about you, it's...it's not that. I love you, Justin. It's just...you're wonderful, and making love is fine, but sometimes I don't want to be treated like I'm made of glass. I want—"
"To be fucked like a slut? Used and degraded?"
Kelly's eyes widened; she waited for the inevitable blowup, but it never came. Justin merely regarded her coolly, finally giving her a small smile when he saw her hesitation. "Answer truthfully."
"Don't do that. I asked for the truth. I meant what I said, Kelly. I love you, and I want this marriage to work. And...I haven't been completely honest with you, either."
Kelly's heart sank. She waited, girding herself for whatever her loving husband was about to tell her.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, Justin gave a short laugh. "Here I've been trying to be a gentleman and treat you with the tenderness and and deference you deserve, that I thought you wanted, and all you want is to be tossed around and called names. To be fucked by other men, have them treat you like a piece of meat."
Despite herself, Kelly felt her pussy growing wetter by the minute. As she started to protest, Justin laid a finger across her lips.
"Don't deny it. As I said, there are some things I haven't told you, too. Yes, this has taken me by surprise, but I'm not unhappy about it. I never imagined you would want these things...the same things I've wanted for a while now. I've had fantasies about seeing you with other men since before we were married. I never told you because you were the quintessential good girl, quiet and shy... I thought you would hate me. Be disgusted."
Tears of relief wet Kelly's cheeks as she threw her arms around Justin. "No, never. I love you, so much."
Justin hugged her tightly, then pulled back. "I want to know more. If you're willing, I want to explore this with you. Tell me what you want."
The night was turning out nothing like Kelly had expected. She was stunned at Justin's revelation, and only wished she'd known sooner. The guilt and stress that had been eating away at her could all have been avoided.
So it was that instead of a screaming match, or Justin packing his things, they ended up in bed, talking and—at Justin's prodding—watching porn together. The kind that Kelly now knew they both liked, showing women being fucked in all holes by multiple men, their bodies and faces covered in cum.
Kelly felt the familiar tingling in her pussy, the warm flush of arousal that usually came with watching porn. Glancing at Justin she saw that his eyes were on her, not the laptop; desire was plain on his face. Leaning in, he began kissing her neck, one hand moving to squeeze her breast. His hot breath on her ear made Kelly shiver.
"Is that what you want, hmm? To be fucked until you're sore, until you're so full of cum it's dripping out of you? Want me to watch while you take three or fours cocks in that tight little pussy? That sweet cunt that only I've been in?"
Kelly moaned at the filthy words; they were exactly what she wanted to hear. "Y—yes."
She gasped as Justin roughly grabbed her hips and flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. He slid inside her slick pussy in one smooth thrust. His grip on her hips tightened as he kept talking, fucking her vigorously all the while. "Are you going to be a good little whore for me, sweet, shy Kelly? Let other men use that hot pussy? And I think it's about time we did something about this," he circled a finger around her virgin asshole, "don't you?"
She cried out as her pussy pulsed with her first orgasm. Justin was relentless, driving his cock into her harder, panting out promises of fulfilling her every fantasy. When he finally grunted as he came deep inside her, his grip on her hips almost painful, Kelly fell back against the pillows, limp and exhausted; but deeply satisfied and hopeful, as well.
Afterwards, they lay on their sides, facing one another. Justin smiled as he traced a finger around Kelly's nipple, watching it pucker under his touch. "How do you feel?"
She held his gaze as she answered with fervor. "Better than I have in a long while. It doesn't always have to be like that—I like making love with you, too—but that was incredible. It was what I needed." She looked away for a moment, gathering courage. "And... I want to explore the rest with you. If you do."
"I do. We can start out slow, go at your pace... whatever you want. But I want to know more. How do you envision it happening? What exactly is it that you want?"
Kelly thought for a few minutes. Even knowing Justin was on board with bringing her —and his—fantasies to life, she found it hard to articulate what she wanted. "Well, I want... I want to be a slut for you," she whispered. "I want to have sex with other men while you watch. Maybe just one, or two, to start."
Justin listened, an encouraging expression on his face, then he leaned in and spoke into her ear. "Kelly? If you really want to be a slut for me, then talk to me like a slut. Tell me how you want your cunt used; tell me about all the cock you're going to take for me."
Despite the blush that stained her cheeks, Kelly's hand inched down to touch her wet slit. "I want to be your slut, Justin. Not just your wife—a whore who fucks whoever you tell me to. They can use my pussy, my ass, my mouth... I'll leave who and where up to you; all I ask is that you make sure they're clean. I'd like to have them fuck me bare, if you're okay with that."
Justin's eyes closed as he groaned. "Fuck, Kelly...I wish I'd checked out your laptop ages ago. I'm going online tomorrow to start looking."
Kelly giggled. "Oh, there's one more thing. It's just, it's how I always see it in my fantasies. I'd like younger men. In their early twenties, in good shape."
Justin laughed heartily. "Okay, babe, you got it. As long as you're not looking to replace me with a newer model."
Taking his face in her hands, Kelly spoke earnestly. "No, no. I meant it when I said that I love you, Justin. So much. What you're giving me... it's more than I could have hoped for. As crazy as this probably sounds, this only makes me love you more."
"Me too, babe." A passionate kiss soon led to another round of fucking, not as rough but no less intense. When Justin placed a final kiss on her lips, Kelly snuggled up alongside him, a smile on her face as she drifted off to thoughts of what the next few weeks would bring.
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