My Steamy Story: john and mary are a married couple but c...

My Story Time:

Okay, so full disclosure, the whole "donor" situation was giving me major ick from the start. John, my husband, sat me down and was like, "Bestie—okay, he didn't say bestie, but you get the vibe—what if Tom helped us out?" Big yikes. I was so reluctant, my skin was literally crawling.

So John yeets himself for the weekend, and it's just me and Tom. The second the door closes, his whole vibe shifts. He gets this look and is like, "I've been waiting for this for a long time, Mary. Let's start with you on your knees." My stomach dropped. I was like, "Tom, I don't know..." But he just kept going, talking about how long he's wanted to use my mouth, my pussy, everything. Sheesh.

That's when it hit me. This wasn't a quick, clinical thing. This was gonna be a long, drawn-out session where he took what he wanted, and my pleasure wasn't even on the menu. I felt my pussy clench, but not in a good way—it was pure anxiety. He was already unbuckling his belt, his dick half-hard and looking at me like I was his personal toy. I just stood there, frozen, realizing I was in for a fucking long, miserable weekend. Period.