Hot Wife
“Honey, what's all this about? This isn't like you!”
Filthy Rich was absolutely correct. This wasn't like his wife at all. Ever since they had met, Filthy had only known Spoiled Rich to be cold, distant both physically and emotionally. While Filthy fancied himself something of a romantic, Spoiled just wasn't that sort of woman. She despised romantic cards and love songs. She hated dinner dates and “thoughtful gestures”. Spoiled Rich was decidedly a materialistic woman, something Filthy was acutely aware of. That was why he forwent all the lovey-dovey, romantic stuff that Spoiled would undoubtedly scoff at in favor of a new set of pearls and some new shoes.
That's why Filthy was pleasantly surprised when he received a call from his wife, asking him to come home from the office for a special Hearts and Hooves surprise. He wasn't sure what exactly Spoiled had in mind, but Filthy was very curious to find out. It didn't take much convincing to Filthy to put a hold on his business and hurry home.
“You'll see, just be patient.” Spoiled led her husband by the hand up the stairs to their bedroom. Filthy was blindfolded, as he had been since he set foot in the house, and so he couldn't see the devious grin on his wife's face. Spoiled very rarely smiled, so Filthy was a bit excited to see what she had in mind. Given the holiday in question, he had some guesses as to Spoiled’s intentions, which was exciting. For whatever reason, Spoiled wasn't particularly active as far as bedroom escapades go. Filthy assumed it had something to do with the weight she had been trying futilely to work off ever since she was pregnant with her daughter. He didn't personally mind Spoiled with a bit of extra meat on her bones (in fact, he found her noticeably thicker thighs and wider hips to be incredibly sexy), but Spoiled herself was disgusted by every single extra pound.
“I have something very special planned,” said Spoiled, slowly pushing open the door to their bedroom. She led him to the middle of the room, where a simple chair stood a few feet from the couple's bed. “Let's get you out of those clothes, hm?”
Filthy nodded with a ridiculous, goofy grin spread on his face, and quickly began undoing his tie. Spoiled slipped behind him and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off to show off his decidedly below average physique (Filthy liked to say that “dad bod” was the new craze. Spoiled vehemently disagreed). From there, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, frowning slightly at what was waiting for her.
Filthy was a perfectly charming, handsome man, which was what originally won Spoiled over all those years ago. However, when they first had sex, it became painfully clear that Filthy Rich was severely lacking between the legs. Spoiled never bothered to measure the length of her husband’s “manhood”, but she was sure he couldn't possibly be any more than 3 inches at full attention. She sighed quietly at her husband's tiny, almost irrelevant cock, then gently, gingerly sat him down in the chair.
“You sit tight. I'll be back,” said Spoiled. “Why don't you get yourself warmed up a bit? Just keep the blindfold on, or else you'll ruin the surprise.”
“I'll be waiting,” said Filthy, his grin ever-present as he heard Spoiled leave the room. He could just imagine what his wife had in mind, and each perverted machinations excited him more than the last.
He needn't be alone with his thoughts for very long, as he could hear approaching footsteps. He smirked as he heard the tapping of his wife's heels against the floor, signalling her approach. Filthy sat patiently, trying to paint the scene around him using only what he could hear. She didn't speak, but Filthy could hear her enter the bedroom and close the door behind her, locking it with a click. He heard the bed squeak as she lowered herself down, followed by a faint, breathy giggle.
“Mmm… I'm back, Filthy,” giggled Spoiled. Filthy felt his ears (and other parts of his anatomy) perk up at her tone. Spoiled was never a particularly passionate or responsive lover, so to be able to hear her arousal, the desire in her voice, was very exciting. “Just… Mm… Just a minute to get ready…”
“I must be the luckiest man alive,” chuckled Filthy, unable to keep his hands to himself any longer; he grabbed his little stiffy and began stroking himself. “What have I done to deserve a lady like you?”
“Mmm… Are you ready to see what I've got planned for you?” Spoiled’s voice was nearly a moan, which intrigued and aroused Filthy in equal measure.
“I'm more than ready, hon. Can I take this blindfold off now?”
“F-fuck… Go ahead, Filthy. Take it off and see your surprise.”
Filthy giddily reached up, pulling down his blindfold to see his wife. He expected to see her in sexy lingerie, maybe with some manner of toy or other marital aide. Something to spice up their admittedly dull, boring sex life.
At first, Filthy found himself focused on his wife, and it was easy to understand why; Her dress had been pulled down to bare her big, round tits which she teased and squished in her hand. The bottom of the scarlet garment had been pulled up and her legs spread so that Filthy could easily see her fat, juicy cunt and the fingers that were gently pumping in and out of it. After just a moment, he realized that those fingers weren't his wives, rather, they belonged to the person sitting next to her.
“What the hell…?” It was like looking in a mirror, a man that appeared to be a perfect copy of Filthy. But, as the real Filthy got a good look at him, he took note of the differences: the imposter was stronger, more muscular, his shirt gone to show off his abs. He seemed a bit taller, too, more masculine in just about every way. “What the fuck is going in here?”
“He's smaller in person,” noted the false Filthy. “I knew he wasn't packing much based in the pictures you showed me, but this is honestly kind of sad.”
“Who the hell are you?” demanded Filthy, his face burning with fury. “And get your paws off of my wife!”
“She doesn't seem to mind.” The fake Filthy pulled his hand away, licked Spoiled's juices from his fingers, then went right back to playing with her twat. “So why don't you come over here and make me?”
Filthy didn’t even think about the situation. He didn’t think about how he was naked and vulnerable, nor did he think about how much bigger and stronger this lookalike seemed to be than he was. All Filthy thought about was his wife, how some man thought he could just grope her like that. He stood up and crossed the room, intending to kick the imposter’s ass for disrespecting him and his wife like this.
Before Filthy could even take a swing at the imposter, Spoiled stood up and kicked him between the legs as hard as she could. He felt a lightning bolt shoot up his spine from the sudden introduction of his wife’s shoe to his delicate balls. Spoiled kicked him again, and again, and again until Filthy finally collapsed, unable to draw breath and doing all he could to avoid throwing up.
“Straight for the dick, huh?” remarked the fake Filthy with a smirk.
“No big loss,” snorted Spoiled. The fake Filthy chuckled, then brought his boot down onto the real Filthy, stomping his look-alike savagely until he stopped moving but for the short, shallow breaths he wheezed.
“This, hubby, is Truth,” said Spoiled, wrapping her arm around the fake Filthy. He grinned, wrapping his arm around her waist and grabbing a handful of her thick, bouncy ass. “He’s a changeling, and I’ve been seeing him for… Hm, how long has it been, love?”
“About three months,” says Truth, the fake Filthy. “And I’ve been waiting for this day since I first laid eyes on Spoiled.”
“W-what…?” Filthy struggled to his hands and knees, just for Spoiled to lay him back out with another unforgiving kick to the balls.
“I’ve got some rope in the closet,” said Spoiled. Truth shook his head, snapping his fingers and causing his arms to burst into emerald flames. When the fire died down, he had changed, his limbs returning to his original black, chitinous form. Truth kicked Filthy onto his stomach before grabbing his arms and pinning them behind his back; a thick, viscous green goo oozed from Truth’s pores, coating Filthy’s arms in the quick-hardening, nearly unbreakable mucus that changelings typically used to restrain their prey.
“There. He’s not getting out of that until we say so,” said Truth. “Where do you want him?”
“In the chair. He deserves a good view,” giggled Spoiled. She latched her lips onto Truth’s, her heart pounding as she could hear the angry grunt from her disgrace of a husband on the floor. Truth broke away before grabbing Filthy around the back of the neck and easily hoisting him up, tossing him back into his chair. Spoiled couldn’t help herself; watching her lover toss around and manhandle her sad excuse for a husband got her so hot and heavy that she had to slip her fingers into her cunt and pump herself while Truth further secured Filthy’s torso and legs to the chair.
“Done. Can we get on with this, already?” demanded Truth. “You’ve made me wait months to give you what you’ve been begging me for, and I don’t know if I can wait much longer.”
“Spoiled, honey… Why…?” It was difficult for Filthy to choke down breaths after his assault, nevermind speak. Spoiled giggled, approaching Filthy and straddling his lap, grinding her hot, puffy pussy against Filthy’s disappointing cock, just barely keeping herself from taking the tip into her cunt.
“Why? It’s very simple, darling. Because I deserve a real man,” said Spoiled. She kissed her husband, hoping to force the taste of Truth’s tongue into his mouth. “Because this tiny cock of yours isn’t enough for me. It’s not enough for anyone. You’re insufficient. You can barely get it up. You pop your top in under a minute. You know, you’ve never, ever once made me cum?” Spoiled wiggled her hips, at which point Truth returned fully to his Filthy disguise and grabbed her firmly by the hips. “Twenty-three years without a proper fuck. I intend to make up for lost time.”
Spoiled moaned at Truth’s very touch, the feeling of his thick cock sliding against her tight hole sending shivers down her spine. She grabbed her tits firmly, squeezing them almost tauntingly in Filthy’s face as Truth slowly forced his tip against her cunt. He was big, far bigger than she was used to, and just sliding into Spoiled was a bit of a challenge. Even still, Spoiled was determined, grinding her hips back and staring her husband in the eyes until she felt Truth’s head pop past her lower lips and slide into her cunt.
Truth lifted Spoiled beneath her thick, meaty thighs and held her up as he pounded her pussy, keeping her legs spread good and wide so that Fancy could see exactly what he was doing to his wife. His cock was easily three times as long as Filthy’s, and who knows how much thicker, so it wasn’t exactly difficult to show the damage being done to Spoiled delicate twat.
“Oh fuck! Yes, daddy, fuck me!” moaned Spoiled, hooking her arm under Truth’s neck and holding onto him tightly. “You’re already so much better than my husband’s limp dick! Sweet Celestia, I needed this years ago!”
“I’m not even sure why you bother with this loser,” grunted Truth, gripping Spoiled even tighter, his fingers digging into her soft, squishy flesh. “He doesn’t deserve a pussy like yours. No more fucking this shrimp dick, understood?”
“Yes, daddy! No more fucking my husband, I promise.” Spoiled made sure she kept eye contact with Filthy, watching the blow from her words, from the way she gave herself to a man who was a better version of him in every way, and feeling her clit throb as the tears welled in his eyes. “He couldn’t ever satisfy me anyway…”
“Good girl. In fact, this faggot doesn’t even deserve to look at your body unless it’s to see a real man use it. You belong to me, bitch, understood?”
“Yes, daddy, yes! Give me more!”
Truth dropped back onto the bed, using his emerald magic to drag Filthy’s seat closer to him, stopping when their knees were nearly touching. Spoiled turned in Truth’s lap to face him, leaning back and resting her head on her husband’s shoulders. He could feel her heartbeat, hear the unbridled, unfettered arousal in her heavy breaths. She teased him with a kiss on the cheek before she began bouncing, slowly working herself up and down her lover’s fat, juicy cock.
“Play with your tits,” ordered Truth. “Give me a show.”
“Yes, daddy.” Immediately, Spoiled grabbed her breasts tightly, groping herself for her lover’s amusement. She moved her hips up and down faster, harder, feeling Truth touch her in places she’d never been touched before, especially not by her husband. “Oh, f-fuck…”
Not missing a beat, Truth grabbed Spoiled firmly by the hips, rocketing his hips forward and pounding her cunt without mercy. The sounds of moans mingled with the wet slap of flesh on flesh, each thrust sending blinding, mind-numbing shocks of pleasure through Spoiled. She felt her legs twitch, an almost overwhelming burning pressure in her core. Spoiled’s body seemed to act of its own accord, pushing Truth away to try to garner a breather. Truth gave her no such quarter, holding her tighter, ramming her harder, until Spoiled let out a shuddering howl, her hips jerking violently as her cunt clamped down on his length. Her entire body spasmed as she moaned, shaking Filthy’s entire body with its quaking vibrations.
“See that, fuckboy?” laughed Truth. “That’s what your wife looks like when she cums. I know you’ve never seen it before, but trust me, this is what a woman is supposed to look like after sex. Not pissed off and reading a book. She should be drooling, trembling, begging for more.”
“M-more!” moaned Spoiled, almost unable to speak. “Please, daddy… I want your cum…”
“Spoiled, please,” begged Filthy, tears in his eyes. “Why are you doing this to me? Stop this, now. I’m begging you, please…”
“Oh? You’re gonna cry?” cackled Spoiled cruelly, digging the point of her elbow into Filthy’s already beaten microcock. “I can’t believe I married such a useless excuse for a man!”
“He must make good money.” Truth went right back to work, slamming his cock into Spoiled in deep, throbbing strokes. Her body was on fire, every muscle in her body screeching with pleasure as she got the real, hard, satisfying fucking that she had been without for over two decades.
“That’s all he is to me, a piggy bank. That’s all he ever was. I never loved this idiot! I only ever let him fuck me because he has money!” Spoiled’s voice trembled, her body still on the precipice of another orgasm. She needed this more than she ever could’ve realized, and Truth’s dick was made all the better by the loathing, the humiliation washing over Filthy as his wife rocked and bounced on another man’s cock while he was defenseless, incapable of stopping it or even defending himself.
“Oh f-fuck, I’m cumming!” Even quicker and harder than the last time, Spoiled squealed as orgasm racked her body. She held onto Filthy tighter, using his body to keep herself from spasming off of the bed and out of her lover’s grasp. He tongue lolled out of her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her skull as a moan floated past her lips. Her legs twitched as she peaked for the second time, letting out a satisfied, longing sigh when she felt her bull’s cock leave her used, gaping cunt.
Truth grinned at the disgust and humiliation on Filthy’s face, then brought his hand up and down his thick, meaty shaft, jerking himself off with his massive member aimed at Spoiled’s face. He let out a groan as he erupted, thick ropes of hot, sticky cum splurting out and painting Spoiled’s face and fat tits. Spoiled held her mouth open, too spent to move but still thirsty for the cum that her pussy had worked so hard for. She gulped down a mouthful of thick seed, her entire top half glazed with cum.
“Your wife is my bitch now, Filthy,” chuckled Truth. “As if you needed proof, now I marked her. Hope you enjoyed the show, faggot.
“You got some on shrimp-dick,” giggled Spoiled, glancing back at her husband. Sure enough, several thick gobs of cum had made their way onto Filthy’s face, dancing slowly down to his chin as he shuddered in disgust. “Could we take a little break? I need some air…”
“Sure. Let’s get some drinks and be back here in five?” Spoiled nodded, at which point Truth hoisted her up and flung her over his shoulder. Spoiled giggled at the display of strength, something Filthy would never be capable of, and waved to her husband as she was carried out of the room. Filthy struggled in his bindings futilely, his stomach knotted in his gut and his heart torn in two. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He was a good man, a caring husband and father, and the woman that he loved more than life itself had just fucked another man in front of (and on top of) him. What made it truly unbearable was how much of Spoiled’s arousal was clearly coming from Filthy’s suffering. Filthy closed his eyes, silent tears running down his face and cutting tracks through the streams of cum on his face. As it turned out, he was wrong. A cold, cruel, selfish, despicable act purely for her own gain and amusement?
It was very much like Spoiled to do such a thing, after all.