“WHAT? Carling! No! It’s not like that at all! I think I love you more than ever now. I just never thought about it before, not like this.”I sig...ed and smiled. “You had me worried there.”“Sorry about that. No, you be tough and I’ll be soft, and somehow, we’ll meet in the middle. How about that?”“That sounds fine by me,” I answered.“Come to bed, Carl. You’re my hero, so let me give you a hero’s thanks.”I smiled at that. “I think I like that idea. You know, as the rescued fair maiden, you are. The guy told her that he liked it dirty and rough. Hearing this, my hot wife felt her hungry cunt was starting to get wet…The guy suddenly made her strip off from her blouse and started to fondle her boobs, pinching her hard nipples. The bastard made her deep throat him at first. He grabbed her head and fucked her mouth very hard, making her throat go deep onto his cock. He told her that she would be his slut until he filled her mouth with his cum. This really turned Ana on; she felt her pussy. ...right?" I said mildly."I......uh....um......I kind of figured so, I guess." She seemed to deflate a little as she pondered what to do next. Finally she said quietly "for how long?"I decided to be a smart ass and responded with "I'm willing to go all night and through the week if that's what it takes!" She finally let out a laugh and smile and swatted me on my head."Ass! You know what I'm asking." She exclaimed."Well pretty much since the first time I met you at that party I guess. . One of her biggest turn-ons was to be called filthy, humiliating names while she was being fucked. She’d cue me by asking if I thought she was a filthy, cum eating slut wife. I’d call her trash, scum, pig, and every other mean, dirty, disgusting thing and could even make her cum by just trash-talking until she would raise her hips and begin to hump and then began masturbating begging me to tell her more. She had a thing about wishing her husband knew and would sometimes hurry home after.