My Cuckquean Wife Wants Me to Sleep With Her Bully in Reverse World

The motel sign flickers outside the window even in the daylight. As Tara swings open the door, the stench hits me immediately, stale cigarettes embedded in every surface despite the comically abundant "NO SMOKING" signs plastered across the walls.

I inhale deeply, letting the familiar smell wash over me. It's like stepping back in time, back to a version of myself I'd carefully packed away and stored in the attic of my mind.

"Funny," I mutter, scanning the faded floral wallpaper and sagging queen bed. "You and I never did the motel thing before."

Tara's intense red eyes suddenly soft around the edges. "Always my apartment back then. More control that way."

She steps closer, her confidence wavering. "You're okay with this?" she asks.

"It's fine," I say, my voice steadier than I expected. Clinical, almost. Like I'm just checking items off a list.

My fingers fumble with my shirt buttons as I begin the awkward choreography of undressing. Each movement feels mechanical, rehearsed. Like I'm back on the job.

Across from me, Tara peels off her crop top with the casual confidence of someone who knows exactly how good they look. The contrast between us couldn't be more stark, her movements fluid and purposeful, mine stiff and hesitant.

"You know you're allowed to enjoy this, right?" she says, catching my robotic motions. "Sabrina would want that for you, Leo."

"I know, I'm sorry." I shake my head, stepping out of my pants. "It's just... weird, you know? I feel like I'm cheating on my wife."

Tara's laugh is sharp. "You are cheating on your wife."

"I'm not sure it's really that cut and dry," I counter, folding my clothes neatly, a nervous habit. "Not when Sabrina's the one pushing for this the most."

Tara doesn't respond with words. Instead, she stalks toward me with predatory grace, her eyes never leaving mine. There's something both terrifying and thrilling about the way she moves, like a lioness approaching her prey, yet somehow despite that. I know Tara well enough that it comes off more as protective rather than threatening.

"Just relax," she purrs, her voice honey-smooth as she closes the distance between us. Her fingers trace a delicate path up my bare arm, raising goosebumps. "If you don't like anything, all you have to do is say it, alright? I'll stop immediately."

I nod, my throat suddenly dry. Her face is inches from mine now, her breath warm against my lips. My heart pounds so hard I swear she must hear it.

She leans in for a kiss, and for a split second, panic floods my system. I nearly pull back, years of fidelity to Sabrina screaming in my head. But then I remember the sound in my wife's voice when she suggested this, that hint of excitement. The rules she set... rules she implied she wanted me to break.

Something shifts inside me. If this is what Sabrina wants...

I surge forward, capturing Tara's mouth with mine, kissing her with an intensity that clearly catches her off guard. Her momentary surprise gives me a rush of confidence. I grip her waist, spinning us around and pressing her against the edge of the bed. She tumbles backward, and I follow, our bodies tangling together on the cheap motel comforter.

For a brief, intoxicating moment, I'm in control, my hands exploring the taut muscles of her stomach, my lips trailing down her neck. I hear her breath catch, feel her pulse quicken beneath my mouth.

Then, with a fluid movement that reminds me exactly who I'm dealing with, Tara flips our positions. One second I'm above her, the next I'm pinned beneath her powerful thighs, her hands pressing my wrists into the mattress.

"Nice try," she whispers, her smile both wicked and affectionate. "But you know that's not how this works between us."

I can't help but smile against her lips, surrendering to the familiar dance between us. She's always been stronger, ridiculously so, but that doesn't stop me from trying. I buck my hips, leveraging my weight to roll us sideways, only for Tara to counter immediately, pinning me down with effortless grace. The playful struggle sends electricity through my veins, awakening something I'd almost forgotten existed.

"Still fighting back after all these years," she whispers against my neck. "I've missed this game."

"Maybe I just like making you work for it," I gasp as she sucks hard enough to leave a mark.

My hands find her waist, fingers digging into her flesh as I make another attempt to flip our positions. For a brief, triumphant moment, I succeed, hovering above her with her wrists pinned, before she laughs and reverses our positions with such casual strength it makes my head spin.

"Nice try, baby," she purrs, straddling my hips, her wetness sliding against my painfully hard cock.

The friction is maddening. I arch toward her, desperate for more contact as she teases me, sliding her slick folds along my length without taking me inside. Her eyes never leave mine, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses my face.

She positions herself, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, when a moment of clarity cuts through my lust-fogged brain.

"Wait! Condom," I manage to gasp, though it takes every ounce of willpower.

Tara pauses, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Come on, Leo," she whispers, leaning down to kiss me deeply. "I promise I won't tell Sabrina."

Her tongue slides against mine, and I groan into her mouth. My mind races, thinking of Sabrina's voice on the phone earlier, that breathless quality when she implied I could break the rules. The thought of doing something forbidden, something that would excite my wife even more...

"Are you on the pill?" I ask when we break for air, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Tara nods. "Of course."

I make my decision, running my hands up her thighs. "Fine, we can do it without," I say, watching her expression carefully. "But instead of keeping it secret... I want you to tease Sabrina about it later."

Tara's face transforms, lighting up with wicked delight. "Oh, I'd love that," she breathes, positioning herself once more. "Making her imagine how it felt to have you raw inside me..."

She begins her descent, achingly slow, and the sensation of her bare flesh enveloping me steals the breath from my lungs. I clutch at her hips, fingers digging into the firm muscle there as a pathetic whimper escapes my mouth. The reality of feeling Tara without barriers for the first time since those distant nights in her apartment hits me with physical force.

"God," I gasp, my back arching involuntarily as she takes me deeper. "You feel... I'd forgotten how..."

Words fail me as she sinks fully onto my length, our bodies connecting completely. The tight, slick heat of her surrounds me so perfectly I can barely think straight. My chest heaves with ragged breaths, overwhelmed by the raw intimacy of the moment.

"I haven't," Tara whispers, her voice husky with emotion. "I've remembered every detail."

She rocks against me, adjusting to the fullness, and I watch her face transform with pleasure. Those crimson eyes flutter closed for just a moment before locking with mine again, intense and possessive.

Her lips descend toward mine, and I meet her halfway, hungry and desperate. This kiss is different, deeper, more urgent, like she's trying to devour me. Her tongue slides against mine as she begins to move, rising up slightly before sinking back down in a rhythm that makes my toes curl.

I break away, gasping for air. "Tara, wait, I'm not going to last if you keep that up."

She laughs, a throaty sound that vibrates through her body and into mine. "Then don't," she purrs, rolling her hips in a figure-eight motion that makes me see stars. "We've got all afternoon."

My hands roam her body, relearning the terrain I once knew by heart. The defined ridges of her abs flex beneath my fingertips as she moves above me. I trace the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, before sliding up to cup her breasts. They fill my palms perfectly, just as I remember.

"You're still so beautiful," I murmur, thumbs brushing across her hardened nipples.

Something softens in her expression. "So are you," she says, leaning down to press her forehead against mine. "My Leo."

The possessive pronoun makes something twist in my chest, guilt, excitement, confusion, but I push it aside, focusing instead on the physical sensations overwhelming me. The rhythmic squeeze of her around me, the soft sounds she makes with each movement, the slick heat where our bodies join.

Her movements grow more urgent, her hips grinding against mine with increasing desperation. I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, a familiar tightening that signals I'm close. Too close.

"Tara, I'm…" I gasp, my fingers digging into her thighs as I try desperately to hold back. "I can't…"

She leans down, her breasts brushing against my chest, her lips hovering just above mine. Her rhythm never falters, the slick heat of her tightening around me with each downward thrust. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, wet and obscene and perfect.

"Let go," she breathes against my mouth, her voice thick with emotion. "Give it to me, Leo."

My control slips further with each roll of her hips. I'm teetering on the edge, every muscle in my body tensing as I fight the inevitable. Her movements become more deliberate, more focused, like she can sense exactly how close I am.

Just as I feel myself about to topple over that precipice, Tara's eyes lock with mine, something raw and vulnerable shining in their crimson depths.

"I still love you," she whispers, the words hitting me harder than any physical sensation.

The confession shatters my last thread of restraint. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, overwhelming and unstoppable. I feel her inner walls clenching rhythmically around me as she follows me over the edge, her body quivering above mine.

"Oh god, Tara!" I gasp, my hands pawing at her as I empty myself inside her, pulse after pulse of pleasure tearing through me. The sensation of filling her without barriers is so intense it's almost painful, each throb of my cock drawing another broken sound from my throat.

She collapses against my chest, her body still trembling with aftershocks. For several moments, we just breathe together, my arms wrapping around her back, holding her close as our hearts race in tandem. The weight of her feels right somehow, familiar in a way that makes my chest ache.

Her words suddenly echo in my head, cutting through the post-orgasmic haze. "I still love you."

I'm still inside her, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible, when the full weight of what she said crashes down on me.

"Tara," I whisper, my voice hoarse with emotion, "I'm in love with Sabrina."

Her body tenses above me. "Shut up!" she hisses, suddenly pressing me down into the mattress with surprising force. Her mouth finds my neck, teeth grazing my skin as she pins my wrists above my head.

"I love you, Leo," she murmurs between heated kisses trailing up my throat. "I deserve you." Her lips brush against my ear, her voice dropping to a possessive growl. "I wouldn't let other people borrow you like she does."

Despite myself, despite the guilt swirling in my chest, I feel my cock beginning to stir again inside her. The dangerous combination of her words, her mouth on my sensitive skin, and the knowledge that what we're doing would drive Sabrina wild sends blood rushing south once more.

"That's it," Tara purrs, feeling me hardening within her. She rolls her hips in a slow, deliberate circle that pulls a reluctant groan from my throat. "You know I'm right."

She sits up, still keeping my wrists pinned with one strong hand, and slams her hips down, taking me deeper. The sensation makes my back arch involuntarily, pleasure shooting up my spine.

"Come on," she urges, her red eyes gleaming with triumph as she watches my face contort with unwanted pleasure. "Leave your wife for me."

Her words pierce through the haze of pleasure, cutting deep into a wound I thought had long since healed. I reach up, my hands breaking free from her grip to cup her face between my palms. The triumph in her eyes falters as I gently hold her, thumbs brushing across her cheekbones.

"Tara," I whisper. "I'm so sorry I ran away from you back then."

Her body goes still above mine, her fierce expression softening into something vulnerable and hopeful that makes my chest ache. I can feel her heart pounding where our bodies press together, can see the years of searching, of waiting, reflected in those crimson eyes.

"I'm sorry the timing was all wrong for us," I continue, my thumbs catching the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes. "What we had... it was real. I was just too broken to accept it."

She trembles beneath my touch, her lips parting with an unspoken question. I can feel her tightening around me where we're still joined, her body responding to my words even as she holds her breath.

"But Tara," I say, my voice gentle but firm, "I will never leave Sabrina. Not for you. Not for anyone."

The hope in her eyes shatters, replaced by a flash of raw pain that transforms quickly into something harder, colder. She tries to pull away, but I keep my hands on her face, forcing her to look at me.

"She saved me when I couldn't save myself," I tell her, still buried deep inside her as I speak these impossible truths. "I love her with everything I have."

Tara's jaw clenches beneath my palms. For a moment, I think she might slap me, might storm out. Instead, something dangerous flickers in her eyes. She rolls her hips deliberately, squeezing around my still-hard cock.

"Your body doesn't seem to agree," she purrs, her voice laced with venom and desire. "You're still hard inside me, Leo. Still filling me with your cum while your precious wife sits at work, getting wet at the thought."

I groan despite myself. "That doesn't change anything," I gasp as she begins to ride me again, harder this time, almost punishing.

"Doesn't it?" she challenges, her nails digging crescents into my chest as she picks up pace. "You think Sabrina can give you what I can? You think she understands you like I do?"

My hands slide from her face to her ass, not to stop her but to steady her as she moves above me with increasing desperation. The pleasure builds again, coiling tighter with each rise and fall of her body.

"You can fuck me," I manage between ragged breaths, "but you can't have me, Tara."

Her lips crash against mine without warning, silencing my words as she claims my mouth with savage hunger. My resistance crumbles like sand against the tide. I surrender to her kiss.

The tension builds rapidly, her inner muscles gripping me with pulsing intensity. I'm powerless to stop the inevitable surge of pleasure that tears through me until I explode inside her for the second time, flooding her depths with everything I have left. My vision blurs at the edges, ecstasy consuming me whole as she swallows my moans with her relentless kiss.

When she finally breaks away, her crimson eyes gleam with power, pupils blown wide with satisfaction. My chest heaves with ragged breaths, my body trembling beneath hers in the aftermath.

"Tell me that meant nothing," she whispers against my jaw, tracing the line of it with her tongue. "I dare you."

I close my eyes, trying to center myself as aftershocks of pleasure still ripple through me.

"Physical pleasure doesn't change how I feel about Sabrina," I say finally.

Tara laughs, the sound vibrating through her body and into mine. "Yeah? Keep telling yourself that."

She lifts herself off me, and I watch mesmerized as a mixture of our combined release trickles down her inner thigh. The sight is obscenely erotic, primal in a way that makes my spent cock twitch weakly.

"I'm going to shower," she announces, stretching her arms above her head in a deliberately provocative display. "You're welcome to join me... or you can lie there and pretend this didn't just change everything."

"No thanks."