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[yourdepravedthoughts]

He handles her in ways you never could. He doesn’t ask. He takes what he wants. He smacks her ass like he owns it, and she melts into it. She becomes someone unrecognizable with him. Desperate. Needy. Pathetic under his touch. Something you’ve never seen.

She gives him the things she denied you. Things that disgusted her when you wanted them. He drew out parts of her you didn’t even know existed. What they have bears no resemblance to what you had with her.

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She took him between her thumb and forefinger, the delicate ring of her grip barely wrapping his shaft. But her thoughts drifted elsewhere. "God.. he was so much bigger than this," she murmured. "The weight of his cock.. so thick and heavy."

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, a shiver rolling through her as memories of being filled by something so substantial flooded her mind. "I could barely close my fingers around him," she continued. "I needed both hands just to hold him."

Her breath deepened, her grip softened, as she relived her memories. "And then he'd just fuck me with it," she moaned, eyes half-closed in bliss. "He'd bury every thick, throbbing inch of that monster deep inside me, and I'd just.. come apart."

A soft moan escaped her lips as her hands slowed, then fell still. "Unlike this.. this needy little thing," she cooed, giving his cock a dismissive flick before easing down onto him. Her gaze softened as she pressed her lips firmly against his cock. "God," she murmured, "just remembering it makes me ache."

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He couldn't shake the images swirling in his mind, imagining all the ways she might have been unfaithful him that night. She had slipped away so quietly, unnoticed. When she returned something about her seemed different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

She had look flustered, breathing in quick, with shallow bursts. Color had risen in her cheeks warm, and the delicate veins at her temples stood out against her flushed skin. A light sweat dampened along her hairline as she forced a smile that didn't really hide the tension pulling at her features. Her hair was disheveled, loose strands partially hiding a mark on her neck that wasn't there before. The flush extended down her chest red, gleaming faintly with a faint sheen under the light.

His heart raced as he took in each sign in obsessive detail. Placing his hands on the small of her back, he felt the dampness of her skin, still warm to the touch. And there was an unfamiliar scent on her. A trace of cigarette and a strange musk mixed with her familiar perfume.

He watched the sway of her hips as she walked In front of him. The dress she wore didn’t fit the same way it did when they left. It was creased in places that had been smooth, twisted in places it hadn’t before. The panty line she’d taken such care to conceal now traced faintly beneath the dress. Like she'd pulled it back on in a rush. As if someone else had undressed her, and she’d adjusted hastily before returning.

His gaze dropped lower, catching the faint red marks on her knees. The implications crashed over him in waves. Had she been made to kneel? Bent over? The questions swirled in his mind. Had they even bothered undressing, or was it a hurried and careless ? Her underwear pulled aside, her dress hiked up?

His heart hammered violently as a possessive rage consumed him. An adrenalize and a confusing rage of arousal filled his blood as he scanned every corner of the hallway. Searching for the room where it happened, trying to recall who else had been missing, who had been circling her. Any man who had their eyes on her.

He thought back to dinner, surrounded by guests. He'd been unable to look away from her. She sat with her legs crossed, lost in thoughts and her lips parted slightly. She looked devastatingly beautiful. Yet she felt completely different now. The image of her burned into his mind.

He smiled instinctively when she caught him watching her. But his mind already rifling through all the possibilities. How another man stood before her in his place, taken her against the tabletop, neither bothering to fully undress in their urgency. Never bothering to take off their clothes. You hated how alluring her betrayal made her. How her secrets made her seem unreachable.

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She hated how easily her trainer got under her skin. The way he held her, guiding her form with an intimacy that felt dangerously personal. How his touch lingered on her back before sliding lower with subtle dominance. Hands that explored further each session, rewriting her boundaries each time.

The fact that he also trained her boyfriend made it worse. So obliviously smitten, praising the same hands that claimed her. She tried convincing herself it was in her head. Surely others have had the same treatment. But every night, alone with her racing pulse and flushed skin, her body told her otherwise.

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"I see the way you look at me. You've already fucked me in your head a hundred times." She climbed onto his lap. "Stop thinking, just feel me."

Her fingers worked each button slowly. "She wouldn't do this for you. Not anymore"

"You think she's out there being faithful? Keeping herself for you?" Her eyes held pity as she smiled faintly. "She's not."

"I manage her schedule. I know where she really goes. Those overnight stays aren't what you think."

She unbuckled his belt. “She’s not yours anymore, baby.”

"She wants you to pretend. For you to stay naive. To not ask questions." She lowered herself on his cock as he filled her slowly. "It makes her betrayal easier to live with."

She ground against him gently, her fingers splayed across his chest, moving her hips on his cock as she watched his face. "She's not thinking about you right now. Why don't we make it even?"

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God..I'm soaked. Sweating. Trembling. Struggling to catch my breath, clinging on you like I'm falling apart. My boyfriend's never seen me like this. But you- fuck. You've got me so deep I can't even think straight. Every moan breaks in my throat. I can't even get the sounds out anymore. Just these tiny helpless gasps. I don't even recognize my voice anymore.

I tried to hold it together. Tried to stay composed. Now I'm just trying not to cry. My legs won't stop shaking, like I'm about to pass out. I’m already cumming for the fourth time and I can barely keep myself open for you.. and you're still not stopping.

No one's ever made me lose myself life this. God.. I didn't know it could feel like this. You don't even have to try. My body just gives up for you. My boyfriend would break if he saw what you've turned me into. I can't lie to myself anymore. He can't compare. You're ruining me for him. And I don't want you to stop.

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“Let’s get these off” She slides his shorts down slowly, fingers barely grazing his skin. “Lift up for me. There. That’s it.”

She pauses, her gaze drifting lower. A faint smile curved on her lips. "Poor little thing already leaking for me?" Her head tilted, amusement in her eyes. “Of course it is. I haven’t even started telling you what happened yet.” A single, teasing touch, her nail barely grazing him as she trailed a finger along his length.

Her voice softened to a mummer “Calm down. Try not to cum. Not until I’ve given you every last detail." She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. “So you’re going to hold it for me. You hear me?”

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My husband could never stomach my fantasize of about being dominated and overwhelmed by a dominant group of virile men. I imagine their strong hands claiming me, their bodies pinning me down, overwhelming me utterly. I'd lose myself in the brutal intensity as they take me all at once, drowning in their strength, control and hunger. They'd push me past ever limit, forcing me to completely surrender, until I'm nothing more than just flesh for them to claim and exploit.

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Next time you cheat on me with that slut, I won’t hesitate. I’ll fuck your friend right here, in your bed, right under your nose. You really think I haven’t noticed? He’s already halfway there staring at me like he’s waiting for my permission. And maybe I’m done pretending I don’t want him. I won’t hold back. I’ll enjoy every moment with him, moan for him, give myself to him completely. And I know damn well you won’t be able to handle it.

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Does your precious little boyfriend know you’re on your knees for me, gagging, making those same pretty sounds he thinks belong only to him?

Could he handle seeing you out here like this, a dirty secret out in the open? Mouth full, eyes watering, begging for more, while your perfect little boyfriend has no idea who you really crawl back to.

When he kisses you goodnight, does your mind wander to how you were choking on me just hours before?

He holds your hand in public, he gets your smile, your sweetness. But I own the part of you you’re too ashamed to admit even exists.

What would he say if he saw you like this? If only he knew how easily you give yourself to the one who truly knows you.

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Her husband wanted space. The brutal fight left both of them torn. The kids were away. Their house wrapped in silence and her ex knew precisely how to tear her apart. Hitting every trigger until she was broken and his to take.

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It’s gotten to the point where it’s never my husband I’m thinking of when I touch myself. It's always someone else. Sometimes a man I shouldn't be thinking about. Or a stranger who'd take me like I need to be taken. And the worst part? That’s when I finally feel the most honest.