A New Monogamous Man

I had never considered myself a sexual being. Yes, I enjoyed masturbating, and fucking my wife when she demanded it, but it never consumed me. In my 35 years, I had never cheated, nor had any desire to. I worked hard, golfed with friends, and slept soundly each night, unhindered by sexual desire.

But all that changed the day my wife died. In an instant, everything I knew disappeared, leaving me to navigate a new reality. My late wife’s sister Laura moved in to help tend to the house and take care of our kids, and that’s when things began to shift. At first, it was subtle: an accidental brush of her hand, a lingering gaze, but soon it grew. Laura was a wild, erotic creature who had never been restrained by the rules of society. She began to make advances, and soon I found myself surrendering to her temptations.

Laura introduced me to a world of pleasure I had never dreamed existed. She taught me to worship her body, to lose myself in the ecstasy of our fucking. Our coupling was primal, desperate, and deep. I became obsessed with her pussy, with the taste of her cum, with the way her ass tightened around my cock. She called me her “pretty little slut” as she pushed my limits, and I found myself craving more.

Soon, all thoughts of my late wife evaporated. I devoted myself entirely to Laura’s desires, becoming her willing servant in all things sexual. Her experienced touch scared me at first, but I quickly became addicted to the rush of pleasure it brought. I sucked her pussy until she dripped down my chin, and let her fist my cock as we nursed on each other like animals.

Laura’s insatiable appetite awakened something animalistic within me. I discovered a dark pleasure in being used, dominated, and owned. I loved feeling her fingers dig into my shoulder as I pounded into her, or hearing thesheets crumple beneath us as she rode me hard. I even enjoyed her naming me a “dick-slave,” pressed into service to serve her sexual needs alone.

In the end, Laura brought me a peace I had never known. My old life, with its hollow niceties and half-hearted fucks, seemed trivial in comparison to what we shared. I had finally found my true purpose: to be Laura’s willing cock and ass slave, devoted entirely to her pleasure. And as I lay spent, cradled in her warm embrace, I knew that I would never again long for more.

Deep down, I sensed that I had changed irrevocably. The man who once avoided sex now craved it constantly. I no longer regretted the death of my prudish wife, nor the casual destruction of my family life. All that mattered was the hot, sticky mess of my new life with Laura, my mistress and muse.