John and Emily emerged from their bedroom, both still riding the high of their intense, lust-filled encounter. The erotic video had set them ablaze with desire and desperate arousal. They knew they needed to feed this newfound hunger, to indulge their cravings and take things to the next level.
Their first stop was a trendy boutique downtown, known for carrying the most daring and provocative fashions. Emily's eyes sparkled with mischief as she flipped through the racks, selecting the most scandalous, slutty dresses she could find. John watched in awe and growing excitement as she held up a tiny, sequined micro-mini dress that would barely cover her ass, and a backless, flowing maxi dress with a plunging neckline that would showcase her ample cleavage.
"Try these on," he encouraged with a lewd grin, wanting to see her wearing those naughty numbers. "Let's give the changing rooms a real workout, baby."
Emily giggled and grabbed the dresses, sashaying towards the back of the store with an extra sway to her hips. John followed close behind, his eyes glued to her jiggling ass and the tantalizing peek of skin below the hem of her short skirt.
Once inside the spacious, well-lit changing room, Emily shimmied out of her clothes and stepped into the first dress. It was a shimmery, gold number with a deep V-neck that exposed the curves of her breasts. The skirt was painfully short, the hem barely covering her ass.
"Fuck, that's hot," John groaned, circling her as she spun in front of the mirror. He couldn't resist sliding a hand up under the short skirt to grope the firm globes of her ass. "I bet you'd look even better with a big, black cock stuffed up this slutty cunt, stretching out this tight little hole..."
Emily gasped, pushing her chest out as John's fingers found her already damp slit. "Mmmm yes, I want that too," she purred, spreading her legs wider to grant him better access. "I want them to see me in this dress, to know exactly what a naughty little cock-hungry whore I am."
John growled, plunging two thick fingers into her dripping heat as he mauled her tits. "That's right fuckdoll, you'd be gagging for it in this dress. Begging for them to bend you over and fuck you stupid in the middle of the store..."
Emily could only moan and grind back against his invading digits, her pussy clenching and fluttering around them. John pumped faster, curling to stroke that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside her as his other hand crept up to squeeze the heavy mounds of her breasts.
"Fuck baby, I need this dress," Emily gasped out, her voice hitching with pleasure. "I need to be a sexy little fucktoy, a set of holes for men to use..."
John shuddered at her wanton words, his rigid cock throbbing urgently against the confines of his pants. He knew he had to get her out of there before he lost control completely and fucked her right then and there.
"Let's go check out the lingerie," he said hoarsely, pulling his fingers from her soaked cunt with a obscene squelch. "I want to see you try on some slutty little numbers that will make you look like the perfect Hotwife fucktoy..."
Emily nodded eagerly, grabbing the dress and hurrying out of the changing room. John followed, adjusting himself discreetly as he watched the tantalizing sway of her ass.
Their next stop was a posh lingerie boutique down the street. The moment they walked in, Emily's eyes lit up at the sight of the skimpy, provocative underwear and loungewear. Racy lace and sheer silk negligees in every color of the rainbow hung from the racks, begging to be tried on.
John watched in awe as Emily selected a few tantalizing options - a black lace teddy with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination, a sheer red babydoll with a lacy thong that would showcase her ass perfectly, and a hot pink corset and garter set that would cinch her waist and lift her tits to tempting exposure.
He followed her to the plush, luxurious changing rooms in the back, wanting to watch as she tried on each scandalous outfit. The first was the black lace teddy, which clung to her every curve and left her dusky nipples peeking out from the see-through cups.
"Fuck, look at you," John groaned, circling her slowly as he drank in the sight of his gorgeous wife. "You're a goddamn wet dream in that getup. I can't wait to see you in the others..."
Emily spun around, presenting her ass to him as she bent slightly at the waist. The thong rode up between her cheeks, the lacy edges framing the perfect globes. "Don't you just want to spank this slutty ass, baby?" she purred, looking back at him over her shoulder with a coy smile. "Want to turn it red before you fuck my brains out?"
John shuddered, his hand already itching to deliver a stinging slap to her supple flesh. He settled for groping and kneading the rounded cheeks instead, feeling the firmness and giving them a sharp squeeze.
Next, Emily slipped into the red babydoll and thong set, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. Her stiff nipples poked against the flimsy material, practically begging to be sucked and bitten. The thong disappeared between the lips of her pussy, the lacy edges fluttering against her sensitive skin.
"Oh fuck yes," John groaned, his cock throbbing and leaking in his pants as he eyed his wife like a piece of prime meat. "I want to see you in that, bent over the arm of the couch, that little ass in the air as I split you open on my dick..."
Emily whimpered, feeling herself growing wetter by the second. She spun around, presenting her ass again as she reached back to pull the thong aside. "Please baby, I need you to fuck me," she whined desperately, spreading her dripping folds for him to see. "I'm so fucking horny, I can't stand it..."
John couldn't resist the urge to thrust two fingers knuckle-deep into her soaked cunt, stroking along her velvety walls as he rubbed tight circles against her clit with his thumb. Emily bucked and writhed against his hand, grinding her hips to take him deeper.
"Mmmm fuck, I need this too," she gasped out, reaching for the final lingerie set - a hot pink corset and garter belt with sheer thigh-high stockings. "I want to be the perfect little cocksleeve in this, ready and eager for whatever my husband and his friends want to do to me..."
John watched, his mouth watering, as Emily stepped into the corset and laced it tightly around her waist. It cinched her already narrow middle, accentuating the flare of her hips and the generous swell of her breasts. The garter belt hugged her waist and the sheer stockings clung to her long, shapely legs.
She turned to face him, her makeup smudged and hair disheveled from their intense petting session. But her eyes shone with excitement and barely suppressed desire. "Take me home and fuck me, baby," she begged shamelessly, spreading her legs wide in invitation. "I need your big, hard cock stuffed deep inside me..."
John knew he had to get her out of there before he lost control completely. He took her hand and led her out of the changing room and out of the store, both of them desperate for more intimate surroundings.
Their last stop of the day was a visit to an adult toy store tucked away in a back alley downtown. The moment they stepped inside, Emily's eyes widened as she took in the vast array of sex toys, lingerie, and pornography strewn across the shelves and display cases.
John watched, amused and aroused, as his wife flitted from one item to the next, picking up vibrators and dildos and running her fingers over the sleek, phallic shapes with clear interest. He grabbed a few himself, wanting to see the excitement on her face as she tested out each toy.
"Fuck, baby, look at this one," Emily breathed, holding up a thick, veiny dildo the size of a man's arm. It was pure white, perfectly molded to resemble a huge, uncut cock complete with a bulbous head and heavy, cum-filled balls. "It's so fucking big, just like the BBCs in my porn videos..."
John shuddered, imagining the way that huge cock would stretch out his wife's tight little cunt, the way her body would quiver and clench around it as it filled and stretched her. "Get it," he encouraged, squeezing the heavy, silicone flesh. "I want to see you take it all the way, to fuck yourself stupid on that big, white dick..."
Emily nodded eagerly, grabbing the dildo and moving on to the next one. It was a sleek, black number, longer and thicker than the first. The shaft was ridged with textured bumps and veins that would stimulate her sensitive walls deliciously as it pumping in and out of her.
"This one too," she purred, wrapping both dildos in her arms and hugging them to her ample chest. "I can't wait to feel the difference between a huge, hung white cock and an even huger, hung BBC..."
John licked his lips, watching her reach for a box of extra large condoms and a bottle of lube, wanting to make sure she was fully prepared for the fucking she so desperately craved.
As they browsed the shelves, John couldn't help but notice the vast array of pornographic magazines lining the walls. He reached out to pluck a few from the rack, handing them to his wife with a lusty grin. "Check these out, baby..."
Emily eyed the covers, her eyes widening as she flipped through the pages. The first was titled 'A Hotwife's Adventures', the glossy pages filled with vivid photographs of gorgeous women getting fucked in every hole by hung, black men. The next was 'BBC Creampie in a Housewife's Pussy', showcasing the lewd sight of thick, creamy jizz oozing from the puffy, stretched out lips of a woman's cunt.
There were others too - 'My Husband Is My Wingman', 'Cheating Made Easy', 'Wife Sharing', 'A Hotwife Gangbang' - each one more scandalous and arousing than the last. Emily's pussy clenched and dripped as she flipped through the pages, feeling herself growing more and more excited at the thought of being the star of her own erotic story.
John reached out to grab a few more, wanting to give his wife a variety of kinky reading material to indulge in. There was one called 'The Cuckold's Tale', which seemed to focus more on the husband's perspective of watching his wife get fucked by a long line of hung studs. Another was called 'Black Cock Diary', which appeared to be a personal journal of a white wife's adventures with black cock, complete with vivid, vulgar details and pictorial evidence of her many conquests.
As Emily flipped through the pages, John couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement at the idea of being the husband of such a sexy, desire-driven woman. He knew she would make the perfect Hotwife, always eager and ready to service the huge, throbbing cocks of any man who caught her eye.
He could already picture it - his gorgeous bride, dolled up in one of her new slutty outfits, bending over and presenting her ass to a crowd of hung, horny men. They would take turns groping and kneading the firm globes, spanking her until her skin was red and raw, before plunging their cocks deep into her dripping holes and pumping her full of their hot, thick cum.
John knew he would be right there, watching with a mix of pride and possessive lust as his wife took cock after cock, as she was used and filled and fucked stupid by a never-ending parade of well-hung studs. He could already imagine the way her body would jolt and quake with each deep, powerful thrust, the way her tits would bounce and sway as she was railed hard and fast.
And when they were done using her, when her holes were dripping with the cum of a countless number of men, John would be there to lick it all up, to suck the jizz from her fucked-out cunt and swallow every last drop. He would hold her tight and tell her how proud he was of her, how sexy and desirable she looked with the evidence of her infidelity dripping down her thighs.
But for now, John was content to let his wife indulge in her fantasies, to browse the shelves and pick out the toys and porn that most spoke to her deepest, darkest desires. He knew she would be an eager and willing participant in this new lifestyle, ready and excited to fuck any man who caught her eye and gave her that hungry, lust-filled look.
As they made their way to the register with their arms full of toys and magazines, John couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew his wife was ready to embrace this new chapter of their lives, ready to be the perfect Hotwife and give in to her every depraved, cock-craving urge.
And as they stepped out into the sunlight, Emily clutched her treasures to her chest and looked up at John with a smile that was pure, unadulterated sin. "Take me home and fuck me," she purred, her voice low and laden with desire. "I want you to be my first lover in our new life together..."
John grinned, knowing he had a long, hard night of fucking ahead of him. He couldn't wait to give his wife exactly what she wanted, to pump her full of his hot, thick cum and stake his claim on her sexy body. But first, he wanted to watch her fuck herself stupid with all of her new toys, wanted to see the way her tight little cunt stretched and clenched around each thick, girthy cock.
He knew it would be a night filled with debauchery and depravity, a night of unbridled lust and carnal pleasure. And as he led his wife towards the car, his cock throbbing with anticipation, John couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming pride and satisfaction. His sexy bride was about to become the perfect Hotwife, and he couldn't wait to watch as she embraced her new role with open arms and a screaming, cock-hungry cunt.