Wife's Desperate Craving: Hubby's Enthusiastic Permission

Kayla’s fingers trembled as she set her wine glass on the coffee table. The living room was dim, lit only by the floor lamp in the corner. Mike sat in his usual armchair, the one with the worn leather, watching her with an intensity she hadn’t seen in years.

“I can’t stop thinking about it anymore,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I need it, Mike. I need a thick, strange cock stretching me open while you watch. I’m losing my mind.”

For eight years they had been good—safe, predictable, married. Lately the fantasy had consumed her. She’d touch herself in the shower whispering about other men, about being watched, about being used. Tonight the dam broke.

Mike’s hand slid slowly over the growing bulge in his jeans. His eyes never left hers.

“Then go get one,” he said, voice low and steady. “Right now. Text whoever you want. I want to see it. I want to watch my wife become a hotwife.”

Kayla’s breath caught. She searched his face for hesitation and found only raw hunger. Her pussy clenched so hard she had to press her thighs together.

She pulled out her phone and opened the message thread she’d been staring at for months. Derek. Her tall, quiet coworker. The one whose tight dress pants couldn’t hide the heavy outline of what he carried. She typed with shaking thumbs:

Come over. My husband knows. He wants to watch. Now.

The reply came in under two minutes. On my way.

Forty-three minutes later the doorbell rang.

Mike didn’t move from his chair. He simply unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard cock, stroking slowly as Kayla walked to the door on unsteady legs. She wore nothing but a thin white tank top and tiny black panties that were already soaked through.