That expression on your wife’s pretty face your friend’s massive cock entering her under-used pussy was creating was something you could never do to your wife, you probably realized. By that, your friend was completely right when he said his endowment entitled him to use your pretty wife in any way he wanted to whether you or your wife agreed to it or not. After that night of him using your wife as his mere fucktoy on the sofa, your wife now became a firm believer of it. Didn’t she said, “I am sorry, honey. I don’t know what had happened. I didn’t realize I could make such a nasty noise. Even I was surprised to hear myself. I just did it because you said he had to do me as a deal. I was just trying to accommodate him and finish it quick. But the way he fucked me, I just lost control. I am so sorry”?
You’d better believe it, too. You know she can’t stop constantly thinking about it. You know, whenever she thinks about it, she gets dripping wet. You know, when you are not home, she immediately goes to that sofa and begins to feverishly finger her pussy all day thinking about his cock, ravaging her. You know, when she orgasms, she screams his name.
So make it easy for all and give her a permission to fuck him freely. She’ll still be your good wife. She just needs to be his fucktoy. She needs it now.
You saw him doing this to your wife. At the party, he approached your wife and said something really nasty. Your wife rightly snapped back at him for saying such a thing. He didn’t back down and proceeded with even more of nasty words, and grabbed her ass and tits. Again she did the right thing when she pushed him and slapped his face. You should have stepped in. But you chicked out. He slapped her back, turned her around and pushed her down on the table. He forced her legs apart and ripped her thong down. Then he pulled his monster out of his pants and fucked her … until her scream of protest turned into a scream of sultry pleasure and again into a scream of nasty slut whore. Then he finished her off by cuming inside her, filling her married cunt with his warm, thick, gooey cum so much so that everyone there saw its white liquid with foams splurting and oozing out of her abused pussy. After that, she looked at you with a different look. Then she looked at the guy with a poised, polite and submissive look, and she walked toward where he was sitting and sat next to him like his good slut. Again, she was right. You can’t complain it now.