Wife's Pics Inspire Sticky Tributes

J has a bit of kink, he gets off on sharing pics of his sexy wife, T, in chat groups, and having guy make ‘tribute’ vids of them jerking off to her pics …….. then one night T catches him

J hunched over his phone in the dim glow of the bedroom lamp, thumb scrolling through the private chat group. His cock throbbed in his fist, already slick from pre-cum as he uploaded the latest pic: T bent over the kitchen counter in those tiny black shorts, her fat ass cheeks spilling out, pussy lips outlined through the thin fabric. No panties. He'd snapped it that morning while she poured coffee, clueless. The group exploded. "Fuck, that ass is begging for it," one guy typed. "Gonna paint her cheeks white." J stroked faster, eyes locked on the incoming tributes. First vid popped up: some dude in a hoodie, fat dick in hand, pumping furiously to T's pic on his screen. Grunts filled the audio as ropes of cum splattered his phone glass, right over her image. "Take it all, slut," the guy groaned. Another tribute loaded—thicker cock this time, veiny and leaking, balls slapping as he edged. J matched the rhythm, imagining T's tight hole stretched by strangers. His phone buzzed with more: guys edging for minutes, denying, then blasting huge loads across printed pics of her tits, her spread thighs. T stirred in bed behind him, sheets rustling. J froze mid-stroke, screen still glowing with a fresh vid—a tribute guy bellowing as he hosed down T's face pic with thick, endless spurts. She sat up, eyes narrowing on his phone. "What the fuck is that?" J's heart slammed, dick twitching harder in his grip.

T's eyes widened, flicking from the screen—where ropes of cum dripped down a pixelated version of her face—to J's fist wrapped tight around his leaking cock. "You're... sharing me? Strangers jerking off to my pics?" J's pulse hammered, but his shaft pulsed harder, betraying him with a fresh bead of pre-cum. He didn't let go, thumb circling his swollen head. "T, it's just... fuck, it turns me on. Watch this one." He hit play on the latest tribute: a burly guy with a girthy, uncut dick slamming his fist, veins bulging, grunting "Gonna breed that fat ass" before erupting in heavy blasts across her bent-over pic, semen pooling in the cleft of her digital cheeks. T's breath hitched, cheeks flushing as she leaned closer, her nightie riding up her thick thighs. Her nipples stiffened against the fabric. "That's... my kitchen shot. Jesus." Her hand drifted between her legs, fingers pressing her mound. "Show me more." J groaned, stroking slow now, eyes on her growing wetness.

J grinned, shock rippling through him as T's fingers dipped under her nightie, rubbing slow circles over her swelling clit. She was into it—his proper wife, fingering herself to strangers' cum tributes. No way he'd waste this. "Here," he rasped, shoving the phone into her hand. "Pick one. Tell me what you want." T bit her lip, scrolling hungrily. She tapped a vid: a hung guy with heavy balls, stroking his curved shaft to her spread-eagle thigh pic. He edged hard, pre-cum stringing from his slit, before unleashing fat ropes that splattered her digital pussy lips. "Fuck, look at that load," she whispered, plunging two fingers into her dripping slit. Her free hand grabbed J's cock, squeezing his base. "Stroke with him. Match it." J obeyed, fist flying in sync, balls tightening as her thumb smeared his leaking tip. Her cunt clenched audibly around her knuckles, juices trickling down her wrist.

T's grip tightened on J's throbbing cock, her fingers slick with his pre-cum as she pumped him in rhythm with the video. Her pussy squelched louder, thighs quivering, nightie bunched at her waist exposing her soaked bush. J bucked into her fist, veins pulsing under her palm. "Fuck, T... you're dripping. Pick the next pic to share. Post one now—let some stranger blow his load on you for real." Her eyes lit up, feral, as she snatched the phone back. Fingers trembling, she scrolled through the photos of herself on J’s phone …… she can’t decide, the pauses, and suddenly groans, yessssss, and clicks share. J's cock jerked in her hand, balls drawing up when he sees the pic she sent. She picked a pic of herself looking absolutely gorgeous…… in her wedding dress, on their wedding day

T's thumb hovered, breath hitching as she flicked through shots—her bent over the kitchen counter, ass cheeks spread; tits spilling from a lace bra; then that one, her wedding veil framing a sultry pout, gown hiked to flash lace panties clinging to her mound. She paused, nipples peaking hard against the nightie. "Can't... fuck, which one?" Her pussy lips smacked wetly around her plunging fingers, arousal glazing her inner thighs. Then she groaned, low and filthy—"Yessssss"—and hit share on the wedding pic. The app pinged confirmation instantly, exposing her bridal slut side to hundreds. J's cock swelled in her vise grip, pre-cum bubbling over her knuckles. "Holy shit, T—your wedding dress? Those pervs are gonna drench your veil." He thrust into her fist, watching notifications explode, the first tribute vid already loading: a thick shaft erupting ropes across her digital gown, glazing the fabric like fresh cum icing. Her hips bucked, clit throbbing under her circling thumb. "More... show me the next one."

T cranked the phone volume, the tinny moans blasting out—a gravelly voice growling, "Fuck that bride's married cunt... gonna flood her vows with my load." Thick spurts splattered her digital veil, dripping down the lace bodice in sticky white trails. Her free hand squeezed J's balls, rolling them as she stroked faster, his shaft slick and veined, leaking steadily. "Hear that? He's breeding my wedding pic," she gasped, pussy clenching around her thrusting fingers, juices squirting onto the sheets. J groaned, hips snapping up, the first rope of his cum erupting across her wrist. Notifications piled on—another vid loaded, a pierced cock hosing her gown's skirt, audio rasping, "Slut wife needs real seed in that dress." She smeared his hot jizz over her mound, rubbing it into her swollen clit. "Next... god, play the next tribute. Louder." Her walls fluttered, chasing release as the chorus of filthy cheers filled the room.

T swiped frantically, the next tribute blasting louder—two cocks rubbing together, fat heads kissing before unleashing twin jets across her hiked gown, soaking the lace panties in her pic. "Take our loads, you cheating bride—drown that pussy in stranger cum," one grunted, the other snarling, "Bet your hubby's dick ain't this thick." Her cunt spasmed, fingers plunging knuckle-deep, squelching obscenely as J's fresh spurts painted her thigh. She yanked his hand to her breast, forcing him to pinch her rock-hard nipple while grinding his palm against it. "Fuck, they're right—your cock's nothing compared to theirs," she taunted, voice ragged. J growled, flipping her onto her back, knees shoving her thighs wide. His tip nudged her sopping entrance, slick with their mixed juices. "Gonna stuff that tribute whore hole raw." He rammed in balls-deep, stretching her fluttering walls. She arched, nails raking his ass, phone clutched tight as another vid queued up. "Harder—make me squirt while they breed my pics."

He is shocked, while he fucks her she turns the camera on herself, sharing a live pic of her self as she slams into her

J's eyes widened in shock as she twisted the phone, camera flipping to selfie mode—her flushed face, tits bouncing wildly, and J's thick shaft slamming balls-deep into her stretched pussy filling the frame. "Smile for the tributes," she panted, thumbing the flash before snapping the live pic, her juices gushing around his pistoning cock with each brutal thrust. He froze mid-plunge, buried to the hilt, her walls clamping like a vise. "What the fuck—you're posting that?" But she hit send already, the app pinging as notifications exploded—strangers cheering, "Real-time breeding! Flood that slut's hole!" Her hips bucked up, grinding his base against her clit, nails digging into his hips to yank him deeper. "Shut up and fuck—show 'em how you stretch tribute trash." J snarled, rage fueling his slams, cockhead battering her cervix as her free hand rubbed frantic circles over her dripping folds. The phone shook in her grip, another live shot queued, her scream ripping out as fresh squirts soaked his balls.

She screamed louder, squirting arcs drenching J's sack and the sheets, the phone capturing every spasm—her pussy lips gripping his veined length like a slick fist, cream frothing at the base. Notifications buzzed wild: "Breed that live whore—pump her full!" Strangers' cocks erupted in tribute replies, blasting her selfie mid-fuck. J's shock twisted to fury, hips snapping viciously, balls slapping her ass raw. "Filthy cumdump—gonna wreck this hole for them." His thumb jammed her clit, rubbing brutal loops while he hammered deeper, shaft bulging her belly with each cervix-punishing plunge. She shoved the phone closer, zooming on his invading cock splitting her wide, lips snarling, "Caption it—'Hubby's wrecking tribute pussy.'" Flash popped again, live pic soaring as her walls milked him harder, heels locking his ass to trap every inch. "Fuck—take it," he roared, pre-cum flooding her depths. Her body convulsed, another gush erupting around him.

Her body arched, pussy convulsing in rhythmic squeezes around J's throbbing cock, milking ropes of pre-cum as notifications lit up the screen like fireworks. She angled the phone down, capturing the frothy mess of her cream-coated lips stretched obscenely around his girth, thumb swiping to read the flood of replies aloud between gasps. "Listener247: 'I'd pin that sloppy cunt face-down, ram my fist up her ass while you breed her raw—make her prolapse for the cam.' Fuck yes," she moaned, walls fluttering harder, slamming her hips up to grind his shaft against her g-spot. J growled, pace unrelenting, balls smacking her soaked skin. Another ping: "BreederKing: 'Flip her over, throat-fuck till she pukes, then double-stuff that wrecked hole with my buddy—dump twin loads till she leaks for days.'" She laughed wickedly, clit throbbing under his punishing thumb. "Caption it live—'Strangers wanna ruin me next.'" Flash fired, her squirt jetting again as J's cock swelled, veins pulsing against her clenching heat. BigDaddy99 chimed: "I'd hogtie her, edge that clit with a vibe for hours, then piss in her gaping pussy before you seal it with cum." Her eyes rolled back, nails raking his back, urging him deeper into the chaos.

Mark's eyes widened in horror at the screen, strangers' depraved plans scrolling like poison—fisting her ass, throat-fucking till puke, pissing in her wrecked pussy. "This is sick," he snarled, voice cracking as fury boiled, but her cunt betrayed him, velvet walls rippling in greedy pulses around his swelling shaft, sucking him deeper with every filthy ping. She bucked wildly, phone trembling in her grip as she read aloud: "AnonFucker88: 'Chain her spread-eagle, clamp those tits purple, then breed her ass raw while she begs for more stranger seed.'" Her laugh turned to a guttural moan, juices squirting in hot spurts down his pistoning length, coating his balls in sticky webs. He hated it—hated them, hated her thrill—but fuck, her pussy clamped like a vice, spasming hotter with each vile comment, inner ridges massaging his veined underside till pre-cum oozed thick. "You're disgusting," he growled, slamming harder anyway, thumb mashing her clit to punish the slick betrayal. Another buzz: "I'd tattoo 'public urinal' on that clit..." Her hips jerked, milking him ruthless.

The next message comes with a pic of a huge black cock ……. It reads would that pretty litle whore like this

Her phone buzzed sharply, screen glowing with a new attachment—a massive black cock pic, veined monster throbbing upright, precum beading at the slit like a threat. The message: "Would that pretty little whore like this?" She gasped, eyes glazing with raw hunger, pussy clamping Mark's shaft in fresh, vise-like spasms that dragged a guttural groan from his throat. "Oh fuck, look at that beast," she purred, tilting the phone so he glimpsed the girth that dwarfed his own buried balls-deep. Her walls fluttered wildly, inner muscles kneading his pulsing length, juices flooding out in hot rivulets. Mark's gut twisted in revulsion—another stranger's meat taunting her depravity—but her cunt rewarded the filth, rippling greedier, sucking him toward eruption. "Fucking degenerate," he spat, hips snapping viciously, fingers digging into her ass cheeks to spread her wider. She arched, thumb circling her clit furiously. "Caption it—'BBC next to stretch me BBC-broken.'" Flash popped, her squirt drenching his sack as she ground down, heels locking his back. Ping: "Stuff her throat with it first..."

Her phone lit up again: "Stuff her throat with it first—make her gag till tears stream, then flip and wreck that sloppy hole." She whimpered, shoving the screen toward him, her throat bobbing with filthy imagination. "God, yes—choke me on that fat nigger dick while you watch." Pussy convulsed harder, velvet tunnel grinding his cock in rhythmic squeezes, hot cream gushing over his pounding base. Mark's rage spiked, but her spasming depths milked him mercilessly, ridges fluttering along his swollen head. "You'd love it, wouldn't you? Strangled on stranger meat." He yanked her hair back, exposing her neck, teeth grazing the pulse point as he drilled upward, balls slapping her ass with wet smacks. She nodded frantically, free hand pinching her nipple raw. "Film it—prove I'm their cumdump." Another squirt erupted, soaking his thighs. Ping: "Double-team her—me in ass, you in mouth..."

Mark cracked, jealousy shattering into feral impulse. He snatched the phone from her slick fingers, her pussy clenching in protest around his pistoning cock. Eyes locked on the latest ping—"Double-team her—me in ass, you in mouth..."—he hammered out their address in a frenzy, thumb smashing send before she could blink. "You want it? Fucking have it," he snarled, tossing the phone aside. Her eyes widened, shock melting to molten lust as her cunt seized him like a fist, gushing fresh floods down his shaft. She bucked wildly, nails raking his chest, inner walls rippling in frantic waves that dragged his balls tight. Ping: "On my way—20 mins. Lube her holes." She screamed, orgasm ripping through her, squirt jetting in arcs as she rode him savage. "Yes—wreck us both!" Mark's hips slammed up, rage-fueled thrusts stretching her limits, precum mixing with her cream in sloppy froth.

She collapsed forward, tits heaving against his chest, her soaked folds still spasming around his buried length. Mark gripped her hips, grinding deep, the wet squelch of their mess echoing as he savored her wrecked state. "Twenty minutes till he arrives to split you open," he growled, twisting her clit between fingers slick with her juice. "Fuck—stretch my ass first," she gasped, grinding back, asshole winking against his thumb as she leaked down his sack. He spat on it, probing the tight ring, forcing the tip past resistance while his cock throbbed inside her cunt. Ping: "ETA 10. Got toys?" Mark smirked, shoving two fingers alongside his thumb, loosening her pucker with brutal pumps. She howled, fresh squirt drenching his groin, body quaking as the doorbell buzzed sharp through the haze. He was early.

Mark yanked his fingers free from her gaping ass, cock still buried balls-deep in her spasming cunt. "He's here—get that door," he barked, shoving her off him with a wet pop, her juices stringing between them. She staggered up, thighs glistening, tits bouncing as she stumbled naked to the door. Flinging it open, she faced the towering black guy—ripped, smirking, bulge straining his jeans. His eyes raked her dripping body, zeroing on the cream leaking from her stretched pussy. "Damn, ready to ruin," he rumbled, stepping in, door slamming. He yanked his shirt off, revealing chiseled abs, then unzipped, unleashing a thick, veined monster—twice Mark's girth, already leaking. Mark stroked his slick shaft, watching. She dropped to knees, mouth watering, tongue flicking the fat head as the stranger gripped her hair. "Suck it deep—warm up that throat." She obeyed, lips stretching wide, gagging as he fed her inches, drool spilling down her chin while her fingers plunged her sopping holes. Mark circled, spitting on her ass, prepping for the wreck.

The stranger thrust deeper into her throat, her gags turning sloppy as spit bubbled from her stretched lips, chin slick and shiny. Mark grabbed his phone from the floor, thumbing the camera on, snapping close-ups: her bulging cheeks stuffed with black cock, drool ropes dangling to her heaving tits, pussy lips puffy and parted, oozing their mixed cream onto the hardwood. "Share the goods," the guy grunted, popping free with a gasp from her, slapping the meaty shaft across her face. She coughed, tongue lashing the underside, eyes watering up at Mark. He fired off the pics to the group chat—*Throat primed. Holes next.* Pings erupted instantly: *Pound that ass raw.* Mark smirked, zooming in on her winking pucker as she spread her cheeks wide, asshole clenching hungrily. The stranger hauled her up by the hair, bending her over the couch arm, fat cockhead nudging her dripping slit. "Line it up," he ordered Mark, who spat on the tip, guiding it to her puckered rim instead. She whimpered, pushing back as the girth breached her, inch by burning inch splitting her open.

She gasped sharp as the stranger's fat cockhead popped past her ring, stretching her asshole into a taut O around his veined shaft. "Fuck, she's tight," he growled, gripping her hips and slamming forward—half his length burying in one brutal thrust, balls smacking her soaked folds. Her body jolted, tits scraping the couch fabric, pussy clenching empty air as pain twisted into fire. Mark knelt beneath, phone angled up, capturing the obscene gape: her rim gripping white-knuckled, inner walls bulging visibly around the invasion. "Take it all, slut," the stranger barked, yanking her hair to arch her back. He rutted deeper, churning her guts, each piston pulling her pucker outturned before punching back in. Drool flew from her open mouth; she clawed the cushions, ass quivering. Mark tossed the phone aside, fisting his cock. "My turn on that throat." He stood, feeding it past her lips mid-moan.

Mark couldn't tear his eyes away, thrusting into her slack mouth as the stranger reamed her ass raw. *Holy shit,* he thought, *my perfect little wife—prim, buttoned-up Emily with her yoga pants and Sunday brunches—turned into this depraved slut overnight.* She'd begged for this, eyes glazing over at the pics he'd shown her from the group chat. Now here she was, double-stuffed and drooling like a pornstar. Her throat convulsed around his shaft, gurgles bubbling as she sucked greedily, tongue swirling the ridge. The stranger's hips clapped against her cheeks, cock pistoning balls-deep, her asshole a ruined sleeve sucking him in with wet pops. Pussy juice squirted down her thighs in rhythmic spurts, soaking the couch. "Fuck her harder," Mark rasped, face-fucking her deeper, balls tightening. She moaned around him, hips bucking back to meet every brutal plunge, lost in the filth.

The stranger's phone buzzed incessantly on the coffee table, screen lighting up with pings from the group chat. "Pound that married hole till she shits cum," one read. "Make her squirt on his balls," another demanded. Mark glanced over mid-thrust, smirking as he read them aloud between grunts. "Guys say wreck her harder—flip her and double-team that pussy." He yanked his cock from her throat with a wet slurp, strings of spit dangling. Emily coughed, gasping, "Yes—fuck, do it," her voice wrecked and needy. The stranger pulled out abruptly, her asshole gaping wide—a pulsing pink tunnel winking obscenely. He flipped her onto her back like a ragdoll, legs splayed. Mark climbed on, rubbing his slick tip along her dripping slit. The phone pinged again: "Choke her while you breed." She clawed at them both, hips grinding up, begging with her eyes as the stranger shoved back into her ass from below.