okay soooo iâm expanding on this post about cuck!price and his mrs, as well as my tags that basically say theyâre both obsessed with you
@bleuu-moon is truly the orchestrator behind this and actually went into my dms to manipulate me into writing (iâm joking ofc lol blu i luv you and your brain)
uhh yeah this is really short and basic and unedited
18+, fem!reader â price and his wife fuck while dirty talking about you, etc (i donât have a description or name for priceâs wife just yet so bear with me đ)
You, John and his wife had been involved with one another for months now.
It started as a mutual friendshipâ both Mr. and Mrs. Price being so warm and kind to you, always so inviting and generous. But throughout the friendship, you couldnât help but notice Johnâs lingering stares and the way his wife would let her lips linger against your cheek after a friendly kiss goodbye.
Then, you began a tryst, of sorts, with them. A drunken night out led to you and Mrs. Price tangled together, John sitting nearby with his cock in his hand and his eyes glazed over. Then, heâd fucked you hard while his wife cradled your face, petting you gently while guiding your mouth to her slick pussy.
That was months ago.
And the Priceâs hardly ever fucked without you, now. It seemed too empty, the bed too cold and the room too quiet without you. It was like you were a missing piece of their puzzle, hidden just out of reach when they needed you the most.
So, when both John and his wife found themselves worked up behind belief, whiskey warming their blood, they found they missed you.
You had been with them, in all your beauty, just three days priorâ an entire night of being fucked into the mattress with a real cock down your throat and a fake one splitting you open from behind. You gave yourself to them, every bare, gorgeous inch of you. And they loved it.
They craved it.
Now, with his wifeâs knees pushed up near her ears, John held her steady as he pumped his achingly hard cock in and out of her. The tight warmth of her cunt sucked him in, drawing ragged breaths from his lungs, forehead beading with sweat.
She moaned, hands scraping down his hairy back, gripping and groping at the soft muscle there. He grunted in return, snapping his hips harder, driving himself deeper. So much deeper.
Before you, their dirty talk was exceptional and always focused on praising (or degrading) one another. But you⌠you changed their dynamic completelyâ flipped it on its head entirely.
âFuckinâ hell, sheâd love this, wouldnât she?â John moaned, cock driving up against the base of his wifeâs cervix, her walls slick and tight around him. He was talking about you, of course.
His wife moaned, tossing her head back and scraping her manicured nails down her husbandâs back. âYeahâ yes, fuckâ! Yeah, she would. Sheâdâ sheâd love it, John.â
John grumbled something low in his chest, a growl of approval as he continued rutting his fat cock into his wife, who was mewling and keening below him.
âMhm, sheâd take it like such a good girl,â his wife moaned, one hand gripping the back of Johnâs neck. âSheâs such a good girl for us, isnât she, darling?â
John nodded, grunting in agreement. He was envisioning that it was your pussy that he was rutting into with deep thrusts and obscene wet squelches.
âOur good girl,â John whispered. âFuck, miss her so much. I fuckinâ need her, love. Need her tight little pussy anâ that pretty mouth of hers.â
His wife moaned in agreement, the head of Johnâs cock driving her towards release. It was coming a lot quickerâ her body tingling, heat blooming in her lower bellyâ thanks to the thought of you in her head.
She moaned again. âOh fuckâ fuck sheâs such a pretty girl, John. Sheâ oh my godâ she makes me feel so good.â
âYeah?â John implored, almost teasingly. But not too teasingly, considering you made him feel the exact same way too. John was many things, but he wasnât a hypocrite.
âYeahâŚâ His wife whined. âMmmâŚâ
Then, Mrs. Price came with another loud moan, her orgasm ripping through her body. It made her keen and arch against her husband, still fucking her, her legs shaking as she gushed around Johnâs cock.
She came moaning your name.
âThatâs it, thatâs it,â Price cooed, eyes glazed over. âMoan her name, darling. Let me hear her name falling from those pretty lips.â
His wife nearly cried your name that time, and John bent down to kiss her. They kissed, licking their tongues together and swapping too much spitâ but they didnât care. They were too busy thinking about you.
âMâcominâââ Price moaned, and then whined out your name. âBaby, fuck, mâgonna come inside you.â
He called you baby.
Playing pretend. Itâll have to do.
His wife gasped out in pleasure when he buried himself to the hilt inside her and came hard. He filled her with a shudder of his bulky body, your name dribbling from his lips, tasting of whiskey and need.
God, they wanted you so bad.
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