Corner Watch: Wife's Romantic Fuck & Dirty Talk

The bedroom lamp threw a low amber wash across the sheets, and the rest of the apartment stayed quiet behind the closed door. Gwen, twenty-eight, knelt on the mattress in a thin champagne silk slip, her dark hair loose over one bare shoulder, her mouth already soft from kissing. Sergio, thirty-two, sat close beside her with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled, one broad hand resting on her hip as if he meant to learn her slowly. In the corner chair, Tobias, thirty, her husband, stayed exactly where she had asked him to sit. His shirt was open at the throat. His pants were tight over the hard line of his cock. He did not speak. He watched.

Sergio leaned in and kissed her. It was not a crash. It was a long, open-mouthed kiss that made her sigh into him, her fingers sliding up the back of his neck while his thumb stroked the curve of her waist through the silk. Tobias's breath caught. Gwen broke the kiss just enough to turn her face toward the corner, her lips still wet and shining.

"I love that you're right there," she whispered, warm and sure. "I want you to see every second of him fucking me."

Sergio's mouth moved to her throat. He kissed the hollow beneath her ear, then lower, unhurried, his palm cupping her breast through the slip and kneading gently. Gwen's eyes stayed on Tobias. Her nipples had already drawn tight against the silk. She arched a little, offering herself, and the mattress creaked under the small shift of her weight.

"Look at his hands," she murmured. "He's being so sweet with me. And you're sitting there hard already. I can see it from here."

Tobias gripped the arms of the chair. His cock throbbed against his fly. Sergio kissed her again, deeper, and Gwen melted into it with a quiet sound that traveled straight across the room. The air smelled like her perfume and warm skin. Anticipation sat thick between the three of them, electric and patient, while Sergio stroked her thigh in slow circles and never once rushed past the silk.

"Stay right there," she told Tobias, voice low. "Don't look away. I want you watching when he starts to really touch me."

Her kisses grew hungrier. She rolled toward Sergio and fitted her mouth to his, tongue sliding, a soft wet sound in the quiet. One hand dropped between them and found the heavy shape of his cock through his pants. She stroked it, slow and admiring, feeling the heat and the thickness through the fabric, her wedding ring catching the lamplight as her fingers worked him.

"God, Tobias," she said, looking straight at her husband. "My cunt is so wet for him. I can feel it soaking my panties. Another man's cock in my hand and I'm dripping like I need it."

Sergio smiled against her mouth. He kissed her cheek, her collarbone, the upper swell of her breast, then sat up and drew the slip over her head with careful hands. He set it aside. Her breasts spilled free, full and flushed, nipples tight. He kissed each one, sucking gently until she whimpered, then hooked his fingers in her panties and peeled them down her legs, kissing the inside of her knee as he went.

"Beautiful," he said, low and sincere.

He settled between her thighs and slid two fingers along her slit. She was slick, glistening, her cunt already open and shining in the amber light. He pushed those fingers in slowly, curling them, and Gwen's hips lifted off the bed with a broken little gasp.

"Oh—fuck. Tobias, look. Look at his fingers in my cunt. I'm so wet it's obscene. Hear it?"

The soft, wet sound filled the room as Sergio worked her. He kissed her mouth while he fingered her, romantic and filthy at once, his thumb circling her clit in easy strokes. Gwen's thighs trembled. She reached down, opened his pants, and freed his cock. It was thick, heavy, the flushed head already wet. She stroked the bare length and moaned into his kiss, spreading her knees wider so Tobias could see every glistening fold.

"I need it," she breathed, turning her face fully toward the corner. Her eyes were bright, locked on him. "Watch closely. Don't you dare blink. I want you to see the second he puts that thick cock in my married pussy. Watch him fuck your wife's cunt."

Sergio lined himself up. The broad head nudged her entrance, parting her, and Gwen held Tobias's gaze and nodded, eager, certain, her hand still wrapped around the base.

"Yes. Right there. Give it to me. Let him see."

Sergio pushed in with a slow, steady thrust, and Gwen's mouth fell open. The stretch was immediate, thick and deep, her cunt gripping him as he sank inch by inch until his hips met hers. She clutched his shoulders and laughed once, breathless, stunned by how full she was.

"Oh my God. Tobias. He's in. He's all the way in my cunt."

She didn't stay on her back. She wanted her husband's eyes, and she wanted control of the rhythm. She pushed at Sergio's chest until he rolled onto his back, his cock slipping almost out, shining with her, and then she climbed over him and sank back down in one long, greedy slide. Cowgirl. Her knees planted wide on the mattress. Her ass settled against his thighs. She took him to the root and stayed there a moment, shaking, her palms flat on his chest.

"Fuck," she whispered, staring at the corner. "Look at me. Look at your wife sitting on another man's cock."

She started to ride. Slow at first, a deep roll of her hips, lifting until the thick head tugged at her entrance and then dropping back down so her cunt swallowed him again. The wet sound was louder now. Her breasts swayed. Sergio's hands slid up her waist, tender even while she used him, thumbs brushing the undersides of her tits as he watched her face with open hunger.

"You feel that?" she said to Tobias, voice going lower, dirtier. "This cunt is a greedy slut hole. It needs to be stretched. It needs a thick cock working it open while you sit there and watch."

She rode harder. Her ass slapped lightly against Sergio's hips. Each drop punched a soft cry out of her. She reached down and spread herself with two fingers so Tobias could see the way her cunt clung to Sergio's shaft, pink and swollen and shining, the lips dragging along every inch when she rose.

"See how it grips him? See how wet I am? I'm soaking his cock. I'm making a mess on him and I don't care. I want you to watch this slut hole take every bit of it."

Sergio groaned and thrust up to meet her, still holding her like something precious, kissing her wrist when she braced a hand near his mouth. The romance didn't leave the room. It just got filthier. Gwen leaned forward, hair falling around her face, and fucked herself on him in short, hungry strokes, her clit grinding against him at the bottom of each one.

"Tell me you're watching," she panted, eyes blazing at Tobias. "Stroke it. I know you're hard. Get your cock out and stroke it while I ride him. I want to see my husband jerking off to this."

Tobias opened his pants with shaking hands. His cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, and he wrapped his fist around it. Gwen's smile went sharp and pleased.

"That's it. Good. Stroke that married cock while another man stretches your wife's cunt. God, he feels so deep. Every time I sit down he hits something that makes my legs shake."

She rode until her thighs burned and her voice broke. Then she slowed, kissed Sergio once, sweet and lingering, and climbed off him with a wet sound that made Tobias's fist tighten. She turned on the bed, got on her hands and knees, and looked back over her shoulder at both of them. Her ass was up. Her cunt was open, flushed, dripping onto the sheet.

"From behind," she said. "I want it from behind. And I want you closer, Tobias. Come stand where I can see you."

Sergio knelt behind her. He ran his hands over her ass, squeezed, then guided his cock back to her entrance and pushed in with one long, firm stroke. Gwen's arms nearly buckled. The new angle drove him deeper, and she cried out, raw and delighted.

"Fuck—yes. Oh, Tobias, he's so deep. He's hitting my cervix. I can feel the head of his cock bumping it every time he thrusts. It's so much. It's perfect."

Sergio set a harder rhythm. His hips slapped her ass, steady and deep, the sound filling the bedroom. He held her waist, not cruel, just sure, pulling her back onto him so each stroke buried him to the base. Gwen's breasts swung. Her fingers knotted in the sheets. She turned her face toward her husband and let the dirty talk pour out, hotter with every thrust.

"Listen to that. Listen to my cunt taking him. He's pounding me. He's fucking me like I belong on this cock, and I do, right now I do. Stroke faster. I want to see that hand flying."

Tobias stood at the edge of the bed, close enough that she could see the shine on his cock, his fist working in rough strokes. Sergio groaned behind her and drove in harder, the thick length spearing her open, his balls tapping her with each deep push. Gwen's voice cracked into something shameless.

"He's hitting my cervix again. Right there. Oh fuck, right there. Every thrust knocks the air out of me. My cunt is squeezing him so hard I can feel his cock throb. I'm a filthy hotwife getting pounded in front of her husband and I love how deep he is."

She dropped to her elbows, ass higher, and the angle made her moan loud enough to bounce off the walls. Sergio's hands slid up her back, then down to grip her hips again, fucking her in long, pounding strokes that made her whole body jolt.

"Don't you come in your hand," she ordered Tobias, filthy and breathless, staring up at him from the mattress. "I want that load. I want you to come all over my face while he fucks me from behind. Stroke it. Get close. Paint your wife's face while this thick cock ruins her cunt."

Sergio's rhythm turned urgent. He leaned over her, chest to her back for a moment, kissing her shoulder even as he hammered into her, romantic and rough together. Gwen reached back and spread herself wider, letting Tobias see the way her cunt swallowed every inch.

"Look at it. Look at that slut hole stretched around him. I'm dripping down my thighs. I'm going to come on his cock and I want your cum on my tongue while I do it. Come on my face, Tobias. Come on your hotwife's face while she gets fucked."

Her orgasm hit hard. Her cunt clamped down, spasming around Sergio's cock, and she cried out into the sheets, then lifted her face again, mouth open, eyes on her husband, still talking through it.

"Yes—fuck—I'm coming. I'm coming on his cock. Don't stop. Keep pounding me. Tobias, now. I want it on my face. I want your cum while he fills me."

Sergio groaned, deep and broken, and buried himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed, and he flooded her spasming cunt with thick, hot spurts, grinding in as he emptied himself, one hand spread wide on her lower back. Gwen moaned at the feel of it, still shaking, still open-mouthed and looking up.

Tobias stepped in over her. His fist blurred. The first thick rope of cum striped across her cheek and her open lips. The next landed over her nose and chin, hot and heavy, and another smeared across her tongue as she held her mouth wide for him. He groaned and kept stroking, unloading across her upturned, moaning face while Sergio stayed buried in her, cock still twitching, cum already leaking around the thick shaft and down her thigh.

Gwen licked her lips, slow and filthy, catching what she could, cum shining on her cheek and clinging to her chin. She smiled, satisfied and wrecked, Sergio's load warm inside her cunt and her husband's streaked across her face.

"Thank you," she said, voice hoarse and pleased, glancing back at Sergio still deep in her, then up at Tobias. "Both of you. I love you for giving me this filthy romantic fuck."

She dragged her tongue over her lower lip again, gathered another smear of cum, and swallowed it while Sergio's cock stayed lodged in her overflowing cunt.

"Now look at your wife's messy face and her stuffed cunt, Tobias—both of you just dumped your loads in me and on me, and I want every drop."