[MFF] Do as my wife says and learn to be a good little fucktoy

I love my wife.

We’ve been together for seven years now, and married for four. She’s beautiful, amazing, sexy as fuck and cute as a button. She’s short, with a round butt, small, firm tits, upturned nose and pixie-cut blonde hair.

A pure darling. And she was a virgin when we met, which could have been a downside. But in her cute shy eagerness, we started exploring, trying new things.

One night, we set up a snapchat, posted the name online, and let people watch as she rode on my cock and moaned. I had never been harder, and she came so hard that her legs quivered.

*Other people were watching. Complete strangers.*

And it was good.

“What if they weren’t strangers?” She asked.

And that question hung in the air for a moment.

We started fantasizing about different friends of ours watching us. Would they jerk off to my wife’s moans? Would they grin and watch in the corner? Would they want to join in?

The fantasies rolled around. My college friends. Her coworkers. Her yoga class. Her yoga instructor. The intern in my office.

The intern.

That one. She kept coming up.

The intern, Sylvia, was gorgeous. Tall, big tits, a peach ass, deep brown eyes and long legs. Her smile was pure sweetness, and most of the time she gave of this vibe of the innocent girl next door.

We had a hunch that Sylvia wasn’t *that* innocent, though. She had a partner, but it was rumored that she was in an open relationship. If the rumors were true, she’d discreetly played with one of the boys in the office, as well as two women. At least looking at her Instagram, there were suggestions.

We hatched a plan. To not invoke the wrath of HR, we decided that I wouldn’t flirt with Sylvia at work. We invited her out to trivia, forming a team with some of our other workers. I intentionally recruited some of the flakier co-workers, and within three weeks, our trivia team was just me, my wife and Sylvia.

*That’s* when we started flirting. Just some innocent compliments and some dirty hints at first. Suggesting that we needed a cameraman soon. The topic got onto naughty pictures, and after a couple drinks, we may have flipped through each other’s phone galleries a little.

There was gorgeous, perfect, sweet Sylvia – getting tied up, posing with a snake, using a strap-on on her partner, taking a massive butt plug, getting cummed on.

She definitely wasn’t that innocent.

But somehow, nothing else happened that night.

My wife was worried that Sylvia didn’t find her attractive, and I thought that was the most insane thing I’ve ever heard. So I sort of nudged the rules around, ignoring the part about not flirting with Sylvia at lunch, and mentioned to her how much my wife was turned on by her pics. Sylvia lit up, immediately gushing about how much she loved my wife’s body. These two women really, really wanted each other.

I really, really needed to see this.

The next trivia night, it was again just the three of us. We had a few extra drinks, and this time invited Sylvia to stay the night at our place. She took the couch, and we slipped into our room. The door closed, and then … nothing. Zero sexy times for anyone involved, just three drunk adults making sure they didn’t cross any boundaries.

This set off a round of talks about boundaries during our work lunches. Sylvia mentioned that she almost thought she heard my wife and I playing the other night, and that it would have been so hot.

Those words just hung there for a second. I admitted we didn’t because we were worried about being that creepy couple hunting for a unicorn type. Sylvia told us it would totally be OK for my wife and I to play the next night she stayed over, that she wouldn’t mind.

And the way she said she wouldn’t mind, it was impossible not to think about this gorgeous woman naked and sucking my cock for the next three hours. Somehow I finished work and rushed home.

That week’s trivia round was terrible. It was almost as if we were all distracted and focused elsewhere. I didn’t drink as much, but I think my wife drank a little more than usual.

We got home and gave Sylvia the couch. My wife slapped my ass as we retired to our room.

I normally strip down to my boxers for sleep. I was tempted to be more risque tonight and sleep in the nude, but decided against it.

My wife, though, decided in favor of both of us being completely naked. She was already there as she snuck up beside me to give me a kiss. Then she hooked her fingers into my underwear and pulled them down to the floor.

Continuing the motion, she stayed on her knees and started sucking on my cock, letting me grow hard in her mouth.

The door was open.

Fuck.

“Wait wait wait,” I whispered. “The door.”

She let her tongue run up and down the shaft of my cock a couple extra times, covering me in spit. Then she started stroking me with her hand as she looked up at me and smiled.

“I know,” she said, not whispering.

She stood up and crawled onto the bed, tilting her ass up. One of her hands started to rub along her pussy lips, spreading herself out for me.

I couldn’t focus on anything but her.

Did I forget about my pretty little coworker out in the living room? Maybe. I had more important matter, fucking my wife as hard as I could until my legs started to give out. And even then, I was still throbbing hard. My wife pushed me on my back and rode me, moaning as loudly as she could.

The next morning, Sylvia was grinning a lot, sitting on the straightened-up couch.

“That was hot,” she said.

I immediately felt my face flush.

“Ah, you, uh, heard us?” I asked.

Her grin was devilish.

“I may have peeked,” she said.

I felt myself start to harden. Fuck. My sweatpants weren’t going to hide that. I sat down on the love seat.

“Did you like what you saw?” my wife asked.

Sylvia nodded.

“I mostly only saw you on top,” she said to my wife. “I liked how he called you a dirty little fucktoy.”

Now it was my wife’s turn to blush.

“We have our little pet names,” I said.

Sylvia looked at me. “What would my pet name be?”

“Oh, um…” I had some ideas, but I didn’t want to fuck this up. I looked to my wife.

“Maybe slut?” she offered. “Seems like you need something more.”

“I’d love to be called a whore,” Sylvia said.

My wife sat down next to me, casually running her hand over the bulge in my sweats.

“A good little whore that likes to watch me get used?” My wife asked.

Sylvia let out a whimper the same time she softly said, “Yes.”

“Keep touching me there and I’m going to use your little fucktoy body right here and now,” I told my wife.

She stroked a little harder against my cock, winked, and said, “Make me.”

I grabbed my wife by the back of her hair, and with my free hand pushed down my sweats. My wife play-struggled as I forced her head to my cock.

“You barely sucked my cock at all last night, you little tease,” I said. “Show this whore what a good little cocksucker you can be.”

I looked over at Sylvia. Her eyes were locked onto my wife’s lips around my cock. Sylvia started to squirm a little, then spread her legs. Her hand slowly started to rub her clit as she watched us.

I pushed the back of my wife’s head, forcing every inch of my cock down her throat and holding it. Sylvia bit her lip and started rubbing herself faster. I let out a groan, then eased up my hand. My wife gasped for air, a stream of spit spilling over my cock.

“That’s a good little fucktoy,” I said. This woman could make me cum so hard. “Stand up and show her what a slutty little body you have.”

My wife smiled and locked eyes with Sylvia as she stripped. Sylvia pushed her pants all the way off, giving us a full view of her pussy. One of her hands was starting to grope her left tit as her right hand kept touching her clit.

“Come here,” I told my wife as I pulled her back towards me, guiding her hips backwards. We were now both facing Sylvia, my wife straddling my legs. I guided her down on my cock and had her sit on my lap. “That’s a good girl.”

The affirmation to my wife made our audience moan. Someone else really wanted to be a good girl.

I whispered into my wife’s ear, “Do you want her to lick your pussy, fucktoy?”

I could feel how much my wife liked the idea from the squeeze of her cunt. She was in full sub space now.

“Why don’t you be a good little whore and crawl over here?” I asked.

Sylvia stood up and started to walk towards us.

“I said crawl.”

She stopped sheepishly, then dropped to all fours. I spread my legs, forcing my wife’s legs to spread wider. Sylvia crawled in between our knees.

“Would you like to taste my wife’s pussy, whore?”

“Yes… Yes Sir,” she said.

I didn’t actually ask to be called Sir, but my cock loved the sound of it.

She traced kisses along the inner thigh of my wife, getting closer and closer to her pussy. I stayed as still as I could, and my wife slowed down to a calm grind, almost as if she was worried about startling Sylvia.

Sylvia, though, knew how to be a subservient pussy-eating whore. She had her tongue stroking up and down, occasionally sliding far enough down to tease my cock. One of her hands was behind my balls, her other hand was around my wife’s clit.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “What a good little whore.”

With that, she started to tease my asshole with her fingertip. I couldn’t string two words together, and could only let out a deep moan that started as the word fuck.

My wife grabbed Sylvia by her hair, prying Sylvia’s lips away from my cock and her pussy.

“Do you want to fuck my husband, whore?” she asked.

I nearly cummed inside of her. The only thing holding me back was knowing that she wanted to see me fuck this cute little whore as hard as I could.

Sylvia nodded.

“Please fuck me like a dirty little whore,” she said.

“Stand up,” my wife said.

I’m not sure who she directed that to. But first Sylvia stood up, then her. My wife pulled her away from the love seat and back towards the bedroom, at the same time removing Sylvia’s top. If I was going to fuck her, I’d also need to follow them. It wasn’t a hard decision.

My wife positioned herself in the center of the pillows, leaning her back against the headboard and spreading her legs.

“If you want to get fucked, you need to keep using that mouth on me, whore,” she said.

Sylvia climbed onto the bed and in between my wife’s legs, immediately going down on her again. Sylvia’s ass was now pointing up, her pussy spread. I flashed back to my wife holding the same pose the night before, and tried to wrap my head around what was happening.

Then I decided to stop thinking and just enjoy it, pushing my cock inside the tight little cunt of the whore I used to call Sylvia. It immediately made me groan.

“Don’t you dare stop using your tongue, whore,” my wife said.

I decided to drive the point home, grabbing Sylvia by the back of her head and pushing her face deeper into my wife’s cunt. I pushed with my other hand against her back, pinning her in between us. Each thrust of my cock forward pushed through her body, pushing her into my wife. I was using her like a sex toy, a strap-on whore that licks when told to.

“Fuck,” I said. “I’m going to cum.”

Sylvia stopped licking for a second.

“Please,” she said.

“Please?” my wife asked.

“Inside,” Sylvia panted. “May he please cum inside of me?”

That nearly forced the issue. Hearing her beg made me want to fill her right then and there.

My wife grinned.

“Do it,” she said. “Fill this whore with cum.”

It was the nastiest thing my cute, shy, eager wife had ever said. I could feel my cock throbbing inside of Sylvia as I came.

“My turn,” my wife said.

I wasn’t sure what she meant, it was going to be a while before I was hard again. But then I got it as she crawled over to my cock and licked the cum and Sylvia’s pussy juices off of me.

Then she rolled Sylvia over and started licking her. Her fingers pushed inside of Sylvia, greedily trying to pull my cum out of Sylvia’s pussy and into her mouth. It took me a moment to realize she wasn’t swallowing. She crawled back up, forced Sylvia’s mouth open, and drooled my cum into her mouth before kissing her.

I love my wife.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qrhkah/mff_do_as_my_wife_says_and_learn_to_be_a_good