Taken by My Work Husband

Nurse Aly is taken by Co worker Calvin at work after months of flirting that he was her work husband and telling her real husband Jake there was nothing to worry about. After Calvin takes her roughly she has to come home and confess to Jake as he removes her sweaty socks and sniffs and worships her feet, she then feeds him her used pussy and gives him sloppy seconds with Calvin’s cum leaking from her. Go into explicit detail of Her being fucked by Calvin and of her encounter with Jake once she comes home.

--- **"Nothing to worry about,"** Aly had told Jake a hundred times, laughing off Calvin’s lingering touches, the way his eyes raked over her scrubs, the whispered *you’re killing me* when she bent to adjust her stockings. It was just flirting—harmless. It wasn’t harmless now. Calvin backed her into the supply closet after their shift, one hand already under her top, fingers pinching her nipple hard. "You tease me for months, then wear these tight fucking scrubs today?" His other hand shoved between her legs, rubbing through the fabric. Aly gasped, thighs squeezing around his fingers—she was soaked. "Tell me you want it," he growled, flipping her around, yanking her pants down. No foreplay, no sweet talk. He spit on his cock, shoved into her dripping pussy, and Aly cried out, nails scraping the shelves. Every snap of his hips sent shockwaves through her, the wet slap of skin filling the tiny room. She came fast, quivering around him, but Calvin didn’t slow—just fucked her harder, until his grip on her hips would bruise. "Take it," he grunted, slamming deep as he pumped her full. --- Jake knew the second she walked in. "You fucked him," he said flatly, kneeling to peel off her sweaty socks. His nostrils flared as he pressed her sole to his face, inhaling deeply. Aly bit her lip, watching him. "I came home to you, didn’t I?" His tongue dragged between her toes before he pushed her onto the bed, spreading her legs. Calvin’s cum leaked down her thighs. Jake didn’t hesitate—he buried his face in her sticky pussy, lapping up every drop mixed with her arousal. "Good boy," Aly moaned, guiding his head deeper. "Clean me up."

Have her give Jake the details as he licks her. How rough it was. How she didn’t allow it, he just took her and made her beg for more.

Jake’s tongue swirled through her sticky folds, his lips sucking Calvin’s lingering taste from her as Aly arched against the bed. “He didn’t even ask,” she gasped, her manicured nails digging into his bald head. “Just—fuck—pushed me against the shelves, ripped my pants down…” A low growl vibrated against her clit as Jake lapped harder, his hands digging into her thighs. She whimpered, hips lifting. “I tried to say *no* at first, but he—oh God—he *spun me around* and just… took me. So rough. Made me scream.” Jake groaned, his tongue plunging deeper, fucking her with it the way Calvin had. Aly’s breath hitched. “I *hated* it… until I didn’t.” The confession dripped from her lips, filthy and sweet. “He made me *beg* for his cock. Made me come *twice* before he filled me up.” Jake’s fingers replaced his mouth, spreading her open, smearing Calvin’s load as he watched her swollen pussy clench around nothing. “Tell me more,” he demanded, voice ragged. Aly grinned, dragging his mouth back to her. “Make me.”

Have her beg Jake to push Calvin’s cum back inside her with his smaller cock, so he can feel the mess they made.

Aly’s fingers gripped Jake’s bald head, forcing his gaze up to hers. “Don’t just lick it,” she panted, spreading her legs wider. “*Fuck it back into me.*” Her heel dug into his shoulder. “I want you to feel how *stretched* I am—how much *he* left in me.” Jake’s cock twitched against the sheets as he lined himself up, his tip nudging her slick entrance. The mix of Calvin’s cum and her arousal dripped onto his shaft as he pushed in with a groan. “Fuck, you’re *ruined*,” he gritted out, hips snapping forward. Aly cried out, back arching as his smaller cock forced the mess deeper. “Y-yes—*just like that*—” Her cunt fluttered around him, sticky and swollen. “Can you *feel* it? All his fucking cream—oh *God*—pushing back inside? Think he’ll *smell* you on me tomorrow?” Jake fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her, each thrust squeezing another gush of slick betrayal between them. Aly’s moans climbed higher—not just for him, not just for Calvin, but for the filthy, *shared* claim dripping down her thighs.

Have her degrade Jake as he fucks the mess. Have her humiliate him and give him details of what Calvin did to her

Aly’s nails raked down Jake’s back, her voice a taunting whisper against his ear. “You feel that?” she gasped, her cunt clenching around him. “That *stretch*? That’s *his* doing—not yours.” She arched, grinding against his thrusts. “You’re just a *warm-up* compared to him. Just a little cock filling his leftovers.” Jake groaned, his pace faltering for a breath before he drove into her harder, as if he could prove her wrong. Aly laughed, breathless. “He *held me down*,” she hissed, grabbing his jaw to make him look at her. “Pinned my wrists and fucked me like I was *his*. And I *let him*.” She rolled her hips, milking him with every movement. “Bet you couldn’t even *try* that. Couldn’t make me scream like he did.” Jake’s fingers dug into her hips, his breath ragged. “Shut up,” he growled, but his rhythm was desperate now—chasing her humiliation. Aly grinned, victorious. “Mmm… you *love* it. Love hearing how he *ruined* me first.” She clenched around him, watching his face twist. “Now *finish*—just like he did.”

Jake’s hips stuttered as her words coiled around him, his cock pulsing inside her sticky heat. Aly moaned, dragging her nails over his scalp. “That’s it—*come*,” she taunted, breathless. “Fill me up with your little load, mix it right in with his.” His groan was raw as he emptied himself, spilling into the mess Calvin left behind. Aly shuddered, milking him with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. “God, you’re *pathetic*,” she sighed, running a fingertip down his chest. “Pumping your sad cum into a cunt that’s already *claimed*.” Jake pulled out with a slick sound, his come dripping from her onto the sheets. Aly stretched, spreading her thighs wider so he could see the evidence of both of them seeping out. “Look at that,” she murmured, swiping two fingers through the mess and holding them up. “Guess you *tried*.” Jake’s jaw clenched as she brought her fingers to his lips. “Clean it,” she ordered. “Taste how much *better* he was.” His tongue flicked out, obedient, and Aly smirked. “Good boy.”

Calvin doesn’t even wait for their next shift to be over, the tension between them building from the time she clocks in, by lunch he drags her into the med closet where doctors Richards walks in on them, Aly on her knees with Calvin’s cock in her throat, Calvin and Doctor Richards both double team Aly and double penetrate her like a common whore. Give details of how she chokes on them and screams as one fills her pussy while the other stretches her asshole, the asshole she won’t give to Jake. Have her go home and humiliate her husband with the details

The med closet was cramped, sterile, the scent of antiseptic sharp in the air as Calvin shoved Aly to her knees. His belt buckle clinked, his cock already hard against her lips. “Open,” he growled, and she obeyed, taking him deep before he even finished the command. Her throat spasmed, gagging around his girth as he fucked her mouth in short, brutal strokes. The door creaked open—Dr. Richards froze, then stepped inside, locking it behind him. His eyes darkened as he took in the scene. “Christ,” he muttered, unzipping. Aly barely had time to register his cock nudging at her ass before Richards pushed in, stretching her tight hole with a groan. Calvin smirked, holding her head still as he thrust deeper, her throat bulging. “Scream,” Richards ordered, slamming into her ass, and she did, the vibration making Calvin curse. They used her in tandem, her pussy dripping as Richards filled one hole, Calvin the other. When she stumbled home, Jake’s face fell at the sight of her ruined scrubs, the slick between her thighs. She grinned, exhaustion and triumph in her voice. “Guess who *really* owns me now?”

Jake’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his throat tight as Aly peeled off her scrubs, the fabric clinging to the sticky mess between her legs. She let them drop to the floor with deliberate slowness, smirking as his eyes locked onto the glistening streaks down her thighs. "You should've seen them," she mused, stepping closer, her fingers dragging through the slickness before pressing them to his lips. "Richards split me open—*ruined* me. And Calvin? He made me swallow every drop." Jake’s tongue flicked out, tasting salt and bitterness, humiliation burning through him as she laughed. "Pathetic," she whispered, grabbing his wrist and forcing his hand between her legs. "Feel that? That’s *them*. Not you. *Never* you." His fingers sank into her, still loose and wet from being stretched, and he shuddered. Aly leaned in, breath hot against his ear. "And tomorrow... I’ll let them do it again."

Have her give him every brutal detail. Don’t make it a short story. Humiliate Jake, make him feel every thrust and every stretch and scream. Give me the details I need

Jake’s breath hitched as Aly straddled his lap, her thighs sticky with the remnants of Calvin and Richards. She ground down, smearing their cum against his sweatpants, her fingers massaging his head coaxing him back. “You want details?” Her voice was a razor, slicing into him. “Richards bent me over the supply cart first. My scrubs ripped when he shoved them down, and his fingers were *rough*—no lube, just spit. He fucked my ass raw while Calvin made me suck him dry.” Jake flinched as she rocked against his trapped cock, her heat still swollen, used. “Calvin kept slapping my face with his dick,” she continued, wild-eyed, “made me beg for it. I choked so hard I cried—couldn’t even breathe. And when Richards came inside me, Calvin *laughed* and called you a joke.” She shoved Jake’s hand between her legs again, forcing him to probe her loosened hole. “Feel how *deep* they went? You couldn’t stretch me like that if you tried.” Aly leaned in, teeth grazing his earlobe. “And when I go back… I’m letting them *film it*.”

Aly rolled her hips, grinding the soaked fabric of Jake’s sweatpants against his trapped cock, her cunt still dripping as she watched him squirm. “You think that’s bad?” she murmured, tracing a nail down his chest. “Wait ‘til you hear how Richards made me scream.” She shifted back just enough to slide her fingers between her thighs, peeling herself open for him—puffy, red, swollen from being split apart. “He fucked me against the counter in the breakroom,” she hissed, dragging Jake’s fingers deeper inside her, forcing him to feel the way her walls clung, still quivering from the abuse. “Had my legs up, ankles behind his neck, and *pounded* until I was sobbing. Came so hard I squirted, didn’t even care who heard.” Jake’s breath came in ragged bursts as she tightened around his fingers, squeezing like she was milking them. “Calvin just watched,” she purred, leaning in until their lips nearly touched. “Told me how your wife *begs* better than you ever made her.” Her free hand slid down, gripping him through his pants, hard and straining. “And you’re *still* fucking rock hard for this, aren’t you, cuck?”

Aly makes Jake get to the floor as she lays back on the couch, she teases him with her feet as she plays with the cum leaking from her pussy, their cum. She denies Jake pussy, Making Jake sniff and kiss her feet while he jerks off she teases the head of his cock with her toes bringing the precum to his lips and making him clean it from her toes all the while giving more details and making him cum over feet and toes then makes him lick up his mess and eat her pussy.

Aly kicked him off the couch, sending Jake sprawling onto the floor. She sprawled back, thighs parting lazily, fingers dragging through the mess of sticky cum still leaking from her pussy. The scent of sex clung to her skin—Richards’ cologne, Calvin’s sweat, the sharp tang of her own arousal. **“On your knees,”** she purred, flexing her toes inches from his face. **“That’s where you belong. Right where Richards put me this morning.”** Jake’s breath hitched as she pressed her foot against his cock, the arch of it dragging up the length of his shaft. **“You wanna know how he used me?”** She smirked, grinding her heel just hard enough to make him hiss. **“Had me on my knees in his office before the damn door even locked. Tore my blouse open, didn’t give a fuck if anyone heard.”** Her toes curled around his tip, smearing precum across the flushed head. **“Made me choke on him until my mascara ran. Told me I looked prettier ruined.”** She shoved two fingers inside herself, swirling them in the mess left behind. **“Then he bent me over the desk and came in me so deep I still felt it dripping down my thighs during my fucking *meeting*.”** Jake groaned, hips bucking against her foot. Aly laughed, dragging her soles over his cock in slow, cruel strokes. **“Calvin found me in the supply closet after lunch,”** she continued, lifting her other foot to press against his chest. **“Pulled my scrubs down and fucked me raw against the paper towels. Didn’t even take his damn lab coat off.”** She twisted her toes, milking another bead of precum from him. **“You should’ve heard him, Jake. Grunting about how tight your wife is. How she *whimpers* when she comes.”** With a sharp push, she forced his head back, pressing her slick toes to his lips. **“Clean it,”** she ordered. **“Lick every drop off. Just like I licked Calvin’s cock clean when he finished down my throat.”** Jake’s tongue dragged between her toes, lapping up his own weakness as Aly moaned, fingers working her swollen clit. **“Good boy,”** she taunted. **“Now watch.”** She spread her thighs wider, letting him see the way her cunt glistened—stretched, used, *dripping*. **“This is what you’ll never have again.”** Her foot slid down to jerk him roughly, tugging him right to the edge before stopping. **“Cum on my toes, cuck. Show me how pathetic you are.”** He came with a choked sob, stripes of hot release painting her skin. Aly grinned, lifting her foot to his mouth again. **“Lick. And when you’re done?”** She hooked her legs over his shoulders, dragging him forward until his face hovered above her wet, ruined pussy. **“You’re gonna eat me after they have used me! And you’re gonna thank me for the fucking privilege.”**

This will be about The video from the next shift. This story should be as long as you can make it. Give full details of Aly coming home having Jake removed her shoes, socks, and scrub pants. Again she sprawls naked on the couch thighs spread eagle, dripping with cum, this time from 3-4 men. Calvin and Richards shared her, gang banged her, and filmed it on her iPhone. Jake is forced to watch it while he worships her feet and she humiliates him through it all until he cums on her toes. Then she has him taste her cum filled pussy before she finally allows him to fuck her used swollen and sloppy cunt.

--- Aly shoved the door open with her hip, the hospital scrubs clinging to her skin, damp with sweat and something thicker. A lazy smirk curled her lips as Jake scrambled to his knees at the sight of her. **“Take my shoes off,”** she ordered, lifting one foot, the scent of sex and leather filling the air as he fumbled with the laces. She stepped out of them, then peeled off her socks one by one, smirking as his eyes flicked to the sticky patches staining the fabric. **“Richards came on these,”** she murmured, tossing them at his face. **“Right after he made me suck his cock in the on-call room.”** Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her scrub pants, sliding them down with deliberate slowness. The fabric clung to her thighs, soaked through—streaks of white streaked her inner thighs, glistening where it had leaked out of her. Jake’s breath hitched. **“You think this is bad?”** Aly laughed, sprawling back on the couch, thighs falling wide open. **“You should’ve seen what they *did* to me.”** She reached for her phone, thumbs swiping lazily until the screen lit up. **“Calvin filmed it for you. Thought you’d wanna see how a *real* cock splits me open.”** The video played—Aly on her knees between Richards and another doctor, her mouth stretched around one cock while the other fucked her from behind. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, her moans muffled but sharp as they took turns shoving into her. Jake’s cock twitched in his pants. **“They lined up,”** she purred, arching her back to give him a better view of the mess between her legs. **“One after another. Filled me up until I couldn’t even walk straight.”** She dragged two fingers through the thick cum pooling on her stomach, swirling it lazily before pushing them into her swollen pussy with a sigh. **“God, you should *feel* how wrecked I am.”** Her foot pressed against his chest, pushing him down. **“Get on the floor,”** she ordered, spreading her thighs wider. **“Lick my feet while you watch. Show me how hard you get knowing your wife’s just a fucking *hole* for them.”** Jake obeyed, tongue dragging between her toes as the video played on—Aly bent over a desk, three pairs of hands gripping her hips, voices rough with greed as they took turns. Her moans crescendoed, high and broken, as one after another came inside her. **“That’s it,”** she taunted, grinding her heel against his cock. **“Rub yourself like the pathetic cuck you are. Cum on my feet—just like they cum *in* me.”** He came with a strangled groan, hot stripes painting her skin. Aly moaned, fingers working faster between her thighs. **“Now clean it up,”** she demanded, shoving her toes into his mouth. **“Then get your face between my legs. I want you to taste *all* of them.”** She grabbed his head, forcing him forward until his tongue lapped at her dripping cunt—salty, bitter, thick with the proof of her betrayal. **“Fuck me,”** she gasped, legs locking around his head. **“Fuck me like you’re trying to pretend it’s yours.”** Jake scrambled up, cock slamming into her with a wet *slap*. Aly threw her head back, laughing as his hips stuttered. **“God, you’re *pathetic*,”** she moaned, nails raking down his back. **“But at least you finally get to fuck me like they do.”** Her phone still played—Richards’ voice growling, *“Again.”* Aly grinned, arching beneath him. **“Don’t stop. I wanna feel you *break*.”**

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Aly caressed Jake’s face, her voice cool and deliberate. "This is the last time you get to beg for my pussy," she said, pressing her bare foot against his chest. "From now on, you earn every drop—and it doesn't go inside me. You’ll finish on my feet or not at all." Jake's breath hitched as her toes dragged down his stomach, grazing just above his cock. "But—" "But nothing," Aly cut him off, arching her foot to stroke the underside of his shaft. "You don’t own me—or this." She spread her thighs just enough to let him see what he’d lost, then snapped them shut. "Your little prick stays below my ankles going forward. Understood?" His hips jerked when her heel pressed into his aching cock, smearing precum against her skin. "Yes," he groaned. "Fu.., yes ma’am!" Aly smirked. "Good boy."

With it understood Jake is consenting to the humiliation because he gets off on it, have them continue to watch the video, where he can here the men who are fucking his wife taunt and insult him as they make her moan and scream. Give details of the sex.

Jake's cock twitched against Aly's sole as she hit play on the video—her moans filled the room instantly, raw and greedy, while two men bracketed her on the screen. One gripped her hips, slamming into her from behind, while the other fed her his cock, her lips stretched obscenely around him. "Little dick cuck's watching this, huh?" The man fucking her mouth pulled out just enough to smirk at the camera, his fingers tangling in Aly's hair. "Bet he's *loving* it." Jake shuddered as Aly's toes curled around his shaft, her heel grinding down in time with the thrusts on screen. "Fuck, she’s *dripping*," the other man groaned, his hand smacking Aly’s ass in the video, leaving a red mark. "Wanna tell your husband how much better this feels?" Aly arched back on screen, gasping around the cock in her mouth before breaking free with a wet pop. "*So* much fucking thicker—oh *God*—" Her voice cracked as the man behind her snapped his hips harder. Jake whimpered, precum beading under Aly’s arch as she tightened her grip. "Pathetic," she murmured, watching herself get railed. "Look at you—*so* hard from your wife getting wrecked." The man in the video laughed, dragging Aly’s head back by her hair. "Cum for us, whore. Let him see what a real finish looks like." Aly’s moans pitched higher, her thighs shaking on screen—and Jake’s hips bucked helplessly as his wife’s toes milked him toward the edge.

Aly tilted the screen to give Jake a better view as the man fucking her mouth grabbed her throat, forcing her to take him deeper. Her gagging sounds mixed with porn-worthy moans as the second man leaned over her, biting her shoulder (where her first husbands name was still tattooed, she’d told Jake they would get it covered but still hadnt) while his hips hammered relentlessly. "Tell him," the man behind her growled, fingers digging into her ass. "Tell your cuck how *ruined* you are for his little dick now." "*Ruined*," Aly gasped on screen, her nails clawing at the sheets. "Can’t—can’t even *feel* him after this—*fuck!*" Jake’s cock pulsed in Aly’s grip, her toes slick with his precum as she twisted her foot just under his head. "That’s it," she purred, watching his desperate face. "They’re gonna fill me up—and you’ll *clean* it after." On screen, the first man groaned, his thrusts turning jagged. "Gonna paint her throat, cuck. Watch." Aly’s toes clenched around Jake’s shaft as the man came down her throat—her on-screen moans vibrating around him—while the other man slammed into her one last time, his grunt harsh as he emptied inside her. Jake’s hips stuttered, his breath ragged. Aly smirked. "Not yet," she warned, squeezing him hard. "You don’t get to cum until you *taste* them."

In the video after the two men are done have Richard’s and Calvin take their place. Calvin fucking her in the ass from behind while she straddles Doctor Richards riding his cock with her pussy

The screen flickered as the footage cut to Aly now on all fours, Calvin’s thick cock pressing into her ass while she sank down onto Dr. Richards’ shaft. Her back arched sharply, a broken moan escaping her as she took them both. "*Fuck*—she’s still stretched from us," the first man’s voice taunted off-camera as Calvin gripped Aly’s hips, burying himself to the hilt. "Tighter back here now," Calvin grunted, slapping her ass hard enough to make her cry out. "C’mon, Aly—show your cuck how well you take it." Aly whimpered, rocking between them, her nails digging into Richards’ chest as she rode him. "S-so *full*," she gasped, her voice shaking with each thrust. "J-Jake—*look* at me—" His wife’s cunt glistened around Richards’ cock, her ass clenching every time Calvin pulled back. Jake’s own dick throbbed under Aly’s foot, his precum smearing between her toes. Richards smirked up at her, hands squeezing her tits. "Tell him whose pussy this is now." "*Yours*," Aly moaned, her thighs trembling as Calvin’s pace turned brutal. "Fuck, Jake—*theirs*—n-never yours again—" Jake shuddered, his cock twitching helplessly as Aly’s toes dragged over his slit. "Good boy," she panted, watching him unravel. "Now *lick*." She pulled her foot away, pressing her slick sole to his mouth. "Taste what real men do to me."

On the video Doctor Richards takes Aly’s breast into his mouth sucking hard, drinking the breast milk meant for Jake and Aly’s baby boy. Drawing gasps and moans from Aly. The taste of the milk causing him to hammer into her cunt from below as she rides him, driving her back onto Calvin’s cock which is buried into her asshole. The sensation is too much and Aly explodes in a screaming orgasm, tears pouring from her eyes, her toes clenched tight. One of the other 2 men steps forward and shoves his cock down her throat choking her screams. Jake whimpers and cries watching this as he licks her ass and pussy

Richards’ lips sealed around Aly’s nipple, sucking hard as the first thick drops of milk hit his tongue. He groaned, the taste driving him wild, his hips pistoning up into her as she writhed between them. “Fuck, that’s *sweet*,” he growled, biting just shy of pain—enough to make her shriek. Calvin’s cock sawed into her ass, his grip bruising on her waist as he yanked her back onto him with every thrust. “Fucking *dripping*," he snarled, slapping her ass again. “You hear that, cuck? Her cunt’s *squeezing* him—*begging* for it—” Aly’s head fell back as the orgasm wrecked her body, her screams rattling throughout the nursing home until they are muffled by the third mans cock shoved down her throat, his balls slapping her chin. Tears streaked her cheeks, her body convulsing around both cocks inside her. Jake whimpered against her foot, his tongue lapping frantically at her sticky sole, the taste flooding his mouth— Richards’ fingers dug into her hips, his release slamming into her as Calvin emptied into her ass, her body milked between them. “Swallow it,” the third man ordered, pumping her throat. Aly gagged, her eyes rolling back, her toes curling as her muscles spasmed. She guided Jake’s face to her leaking ass and sloppy cunt “Clean them up,” she panted, her voice wrecked. “*Now*.”