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Ria's Corporate Party - Chapter One: The Slutty Show

The sun had just dipped below the horizon on a sultry Friday evening, casting a golden glow through the windows of Jay and Ria’s upscale suburban home. Jay stepped through the front door, his gym bag slung over one broad shoulder, his body radiating heat from an intense workout. Sweat clung to his skin, soaking through his tight gray tank top, outlining every ripple of his chiseled abs and bulging pecs. His dark hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his muscular arms glistened under the faint hallway light. The post-gym pump had his veins popping, his testosterone surging, and he felt alive—ready to unwind with his insatiable, slutty wife, Ria.

He dropped his bag by the door, expecting her usual greeting—a sly smile, a glass of wine, or maybe her hands already roaming his body. But the house was eerily still, save for a sound that stopped him dead in his tracks: faint, breathy moans drifting through the air. His cock twitched instinctively. He knew that sound—Ria’s voice, laced with pleasure, the kind that could make any man hard in seconds.

“Ria?” he called out, his deep voice echoing slightly in the quiet space. “Babe, I’m home.”

No answer. Just more moans, soft and teasing, pulling him like a magnet toward their bedroom. His heart kicked up a notch, curiosity mingling with a growing heat in his groin. What was she doing? He padded down the hallway, his sneakers silent on the plush carpet, the moans growing louder, more desperate, with every step. By the time he reached the bedroom door—left ajar just a crack—his cock was already swelling against the confines of his gym shorts.

He leaned forward, peering through the sliver of space, and the sight that greeted him hit like a punch of pure lust. There she was—Ria, his hot, slutty hotwife—sprawled naked across their king-sized bed. The white sheets were rumpled beneath her, her tanned skin glowing in the dim flicker of a few scented candles she’d lit, filling the room with a musky vanilla haze. Her legs were spread wide, shamelessly exposing her dripping pussy, and her body was a vision of depravity. She wore a black satin eye mask, blind to the world, and wireless headphones covered her ears, immersing her in whatever filthy fantasy she was chasing. Her full, perky breasts jiggled with every movement, nipples stiff and dark, begging to be sucked.

In one hand, she gripped a small, buzzing vibrator, pressing it hard against her swollen clit, the hum cutting through her moans like a dirty soundtrack. In the other, she wielded a massive, veiny dildo—ten inches of thick, realistic silicone, glistening with her juices as she fucked herself deep and slow. Her hips rocked upward with each thrust, her pussy lips stretching around the toy, slick and shiny, her arousal dripping down onto the sheets. Sweat beaded on her skin, a light sheen that made her look like a goddess of sex, lost in her own pleasure.

Jay’s breath caught in his throat, his cock now rock-hard, straining painfully against his shorts. Then he heard it—a name spilling from her lips in a husky, lust-drenched moan: “Ash.”

Ash. Her latest boyfriend. A tall, rugged stud with a cock that Ria couldn’t stop raving about—thick, long, and relentless. Jay had met him a couple of times, seen the way Ria’s eyes lit up when she talked about him, and now, hearing her moan his name while fucking herself senseless, sent a jolt of arousal straight to his balls. She wasn’t just masturbating—she was having phone sex with Ash, lost in a slutty fantasy while Jay watched.

“Oh, Ash, yes,” she gasped, her voice thick with need. “Fuck me with that big, fat cock. Stretch me out, baby, make me your dirty little slut.”

Jay’s hand moved to his bulge, rubbing it through the fabric, his eyes locked on her writhing form. He could hear faint grunts through her headphones—Ash’s voice, probably jerking off to her words, egging her on. The thought of his wife getting off with another man right in front of him made his dick throb harder, precum already soaking through his shorts.

Ria’s dirty talk poured out, each word a stroke to Jay’s cock. “Mmm, Ash, I love how you fill me up, how you pound me like I’m your personal fucktoy. Use me, baby, ruin me with that dick.”

Jay’s mind raced. He loved her like this—unleashed, filthy, a slut who owned her desires. His hand pressed harder against his bulge, the friction sending shivers up his spine. Then Ria paused, her dildo still buried deep, and her lips curled into a wicked smile.

“Wait, you want to fuck me from behind now?” she purred into the phone, her tone dripping with submission. “Like last night on your balcony? Oh, darling, of course—use me however the fuck you want. I’m yours.”

With that, she slid the dildo out, its surface gleaming with her wetness, and flipped onto her hands and knees. Her ass rose high in the air, round and perfect, the heart-shaped tattoo on her right cheek winking at Jay like a taunt. She spread her thighs wider, her pussy glistening, puffy, and begging for more. Reaching back, she guided the dildo back into her hole, this time flipping on the vibration function. The low buzz mixed with her sharp gasp, and she started rocking back and forth, fucking herself like a bitch in heat.

Jay couldn’t take it anymore. He unzipped his shorts with trembling fingers, his cock springing free—eight inches of thick, pulsing meat, veins bulging, tip slick with precum. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly, matching the rhythm of Ria’s thrusts. The sight of her ass bouncing, the dildo sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs—it was pure pornographic perfection.

Her cries grew filthier, her voice a siren call of slutty bliss. “Oh, Ash, yes! Pound me harder, baby. I want to feel your balls slapping my clit, your cock splitting me open. Fuck me like the whore I am!”

Jay’s strokes quickened, his grip tightening, his balls aching with need. He could see every detail—her pussy clenching around the toy, her ass cheeks jiggling, her back arching as she chased her pleasure.

“Deeper, Ash, fuck me deeper!” she screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. “Ram that cock in me, make me scream your name so loud the neighbors know what a slut I am for you!”

Then came the words that nearly made Jay cum right then and there. Ria’s voice dropped to a low, sultry growl, thick with defiance and lust. “Forget about my husband Jay. Fuck it, I don’t care if he finds out or walks in right now. I wish he’d barge in and see me like this—moaning your name, your cock owning me. I need you to cum inside me, Ash. Breed me, baby, fill me up with your hot fucking seed and make me yours.”

Jay’s head spun, his cock throbbing so hard it hurt. She knew he was due home any minute—hell, she’d probably timed this whole show for him—and hearing her play into their shared fantasy of her cheating, of her being a shameless whore for another man, pushed him to the edge. His hand flew over his shaft, slick with precum, his breathing ragged as he watched her lose herself.

Ria’s movements grew frantic, her ass slapping against her hand as she drove the dildo deeper. “Yes, Ash, I’m so fucking close,” she panted into the phone. “Cum with me, baby. Pump me full of your cum, breed me like the slutty bitch I am!”

Jay could hear Ash’s muffled groans through the headphones, the sound of him jerking off to Ria’s filthy pleas. Her body tensed, her thighs trembling, her pussy gushing around the vibrating dildo. “Oh fuck, Ash, I’m cumming!” she cried, her voice breaking into a scream. “Cum in me now, fill me up!”

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave—her body convulsed, her ass shaking, her juices squirting out around the toy, soaking the sheets. Jay stepped closer, his hand a blur on his cock, and just as Ria’s climax peaked, he lost it. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his tip, splattering across her bare ass and lower back, marking her skin with his release. The sight of his load dripping down her curves, mixing with her sweat, made his knees weak.

Ria felt the warm splashes and smirked to herself, knowing her plan had worked flawlessly. She kept fucking herself with the dildo, drawing out her orgasm, her screams echoing for another minute. “Yes, Ash, oh god, yes!” she wailed, before finally collapsing onto the bed, her chest heaving, her pussy still twitching around the toy.

She reached up, sliding off her eye mask, and turned her head to lock eyes with Jay. Her gaze was pure mischief, her lips parted in a breathless, naughty grin. “Enjoy the show, baby?” she purred, her voice still husky from her climax.

Jay stood there, panting, his cock dangling heavy and slick, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Fuck yes, I did. You’re unreal, Ria.”

She chuckled, rolling onto her side, her cum-smeared ass smudging the sheets. “Thought you might like catching me being a filthy slut for Ash. Did you hear me? How I didn’t care if you walked in?”

He stepped closer, his eyes burning with lust. “Oh, I heard every word. You begging him to breed you, acting like I don’t exist—that shit’s so fucking hot.”

Ria sat up, her body still flushed, her nipples still hard. “Good. I had Ash fuck me senseless last week, but I was craving his rough hands gripping my waist again. So I called him up—and timed it just right for you to catch me.”

Jay laughed, shaking his head. “You’re such a devious little minx. Planned it all, huh?”

She winked, licking her lips. “Maybe. But you loved it, didn’t you? Listening to me degrade you in front of my lover, imagining him fucking me while you watched?”

“Goddamn right I did,” he growled, his cock twitching back to life. “I love how slutty you are, how you get off on this shit.”

Ria leaned forward, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “And I love putting on a show for you, baby. Knowing you’re stroking that big dick while I scream for Ash—it makes me so fucking wet.”

Jay closed the distance, crashing his lips into hers in a dirty, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled, her taste sweet and wild, and she reached down to wrap her fingers around his drained yet still-hung cock, giving it a teasing squeeze. He groaned into her mouth, his hands roaming her sticky, sweaty skin.

When they finally broke apart, Ria pouted playfully, glancing at the mess on her back. “Look at what you’ve done, you filthy boy. Cum all over me and the sheets. You better clean this up while I wash off—I’ve got to get ready for the corporate party tonight.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh yeah, the party. Gotta impress those big-shot clients, huh?”

She stood, her legs wobbly from her orgasm, and nodded. “Damn right. Huge deals to close, important dicks—er, clients—to handle. I’m thinking that tight black dress, the one that hugs my ass and tits just right. What do you say?”

His eyes raked over her naked, cum-streaked body, his cock stirring again. “I say you’ll have them begging to fuck you by the end of the night.”

She laughed, swatting his arm. “Naughty bastard. Now get to work—I need a clean bed when I get back.”

With that, she turned and sauntered toward the bathroom, her hips swaying like a goddamn siren. Halfway there, she paused, scooping some of Jay’s cum off her back with her finger. She brought it to her lips, sucking it clean with a slow, deliberate moan, then shot him a wink over her shoulder.

Jay watched her go, his dick half-hard already, his mind racing with thoughts of her at that party—flirting, teasing, maybe even sneaking off for more slutty adventures. He’d clean the bed, sure, but he knew one thing for damn certain: his hotwife was a fucking goddess, and their sex life was only getting wilder.