Taylor was the epitome of a perfect religious housewife. She was faithful, appeared innocent, and had two kids. She attended church every Sunday, had dinner ready at the same time every night, kept the house clean, and was stunningly beautiful. She had dark brown hair, blue eyes, stood at 5'3", and weighed around 120 lbs. Her husband seemed very controlling, even when he wasn't present.

One evening, during a dinner conversation (they were temporarily living with us), the topic turned to reading. Taylor mentioned that she loved "50 Shades of Grey," which piqued my interest. After her husband and my wife went to bed, I steered the conversation back to why she enjoyed that book. To my surprise, Taylor revealed that she was highly submissive. She shared multiple stories about how she couldn't refuse sex, regardless of who asked. She admitted that she had only been with her husband since their marriage, and his controlling behavior was a result of her struggle to resist other advances.

Intrigued, I asked her if she would obey if I told her to bend over and spread her pussy for me. Her face flushed, her eyes glazed over, and she began rubbing herself through her yoga pants. Suddenly, she realized what was happening, turned bright red, and excused herself to go to bed.

The next few days were awkward, but Taylor eventually returned to her flirty self whenever we were alone. About a week later, my wife and her husband went out to dinner with their dad, leaving Taylor and me alone with her two kids, who were already asleep. We were playing old-school Mario, and I decided to put her submissive nature to the test.

I was wearing gym shorts and a tee, making it easy to expose my already hardening cock. As Taylor finished her turn, I pulled her head down, ordering her to suck my cock. She didn't hesitate, taking me into her mouth eagerly. The next 5-10 minutes were a blur of the best blow job I had ever received.

I wanted to see how far I could push her. I pulled her to her feet, and she was visibly aroused, with a growing wet spot on her yoga pants. I slowly pulled down her pants, leaving them around her ankles, and ran my hands up her legs, caressing her clit. She trembled and bit her lip to keep from crying out. I picked her up and laid her on the leather sofa, keeping her ankles restrained with her yoga pants. I spread her legs to admire her beautiful, dripping-wet pussy.

I had been in love with Taylor from the moment I first saw her, and this moment was a dream come true. I ran my fingers down her leg, tracing the outline of her lips. She was so wet and aroused that I could feel her clamp down and start cumming as soon as my fingers entered her. I let her ride out her orgasm for a few seconds before continuing to thrust my fingers in and out.

I pulled my fingers out of her twitching pussy and made her clean them, telling her she was a naughty girl for getting them dirty. As she licked and sucked my fingers clean, I stepped between her legs and started rubbing the head of my cock against her wet opening. I teased her for several minutes before asking if she wanted my cock in her tight little married hole. Her response was to moan and try to impale herself on my shaft.

I slowly pushed the head of my cock into her pussy, feeling how incredibly tight she was. I told her that her little pussy was mine now and that I was going to stretch her with my thick cock. This immediately triggered another orgasm, and she started cumming with her fingers digging into my arms. I buried my cock as deep as I could go, holding myself there while she rode out her intense orgasm.

I started thrusting in and out with long strokes, almost pulling out before slamming back in. The effect was mutual bliss, and she started cumming once more. I made one last thrust and held it until I felt the explosion start deep inside of her. I pulled out while cumming, shooting my load across her pussy and onto the sides of her legs.

The smell of our sex hung heavy in the room. I looked at the clock and saw that we had about 40 minutes left before our spouses returned. I bent down and kissed Taylor, tasting the wetness on her lips. She initially was shy, but then started devouring my lips, letting out little moans, and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

We continued to make out while I rubbed my cock over her clit and pussy lips. After a couple of minutes, I grabbed her throat and told her to clean my cock off before I fucked her again. She immediately dropped to her knees and ravenously attacked my cock, cleaning the mixture of our cum off. I let her clean my cock for a few minutes before pulling her to her feet by her hair.

I restrained her arms with her shirt and pushed her over the arm of the couch with her perfect ass sticking up in the air. I rubbed my cock across her pussy while rubbing her ass, letting the head of my hard cock press into her. She was even wetter than before, with her pussy dripping onto the arm of the couch. I asked her if she was ready for her brother-in-law's married cock to stretch her tight pussy again, and her reaction was a little moan while trying to push back against me.

I started thrusting in and out, knowing that with her bent over, I was hitting even deeper than before. As she tried to thrust herself back at me, I grabbed her by the hair and jerked her up against me. I growled into her ear, "You are my free-use toy. Your holes are for me to enjoy and are to satisfy my cock." She groaned, and I felt her pussy clamp down and start quivering on me. She started cumming again, this time her legs buckling and squirting like a faucet between her legs.

I wrapped one arm around her stomach to hold her up, grabbed her throat with my other hand, and started thrusting into her tight hole even harder. I could see her in the mirror, legs trembling, held tight up against me, riding her orgasmic waves. It was the hottest experience of my life!

I pounded into her over and over, feeling the need to own this sexy, tight little woman. I whispered into her ear, "Are you ready for my cum deep inside of you?" Her response was almost immediate, and she moaned, "I need it. It's my cum. Fill my tight pussy." That was all I needed to hear. I knew she was mine now. As she reached her orgasm with her legs trembling and her body quivering, I let my cum flow deep into her.

Her orgasms were intense, but this one was beyond anything I had ever experienced. She started moaning, "It's mine, it's mine," over and over with her head leaned back on my shoulder. Her pussy was quivering, and her wetness was pouring out of her onto our legs and onto the floor. Her body started to jerk against me, and her moans turned into deep grunts before she just went limp. I could still feel her shallow breathing, but she had completely passed out in my arms. The orgasm had been so intense that her body just shut down.

I held her close, smelling her skin and our combined scent. I let my hands caress her limp body while taking in the last 40 minutes of absolute pleasure. She was right; she couldn't say no, and not only that, but she loved not being able to say no. I decided right then that not only was I in love with this woman, but she was mine. I felt her start to stir in my arms, and her eyes started fluttering as she came to. I whispered into her ear, "I love you, Taylor. You are mine forever. You are my free-use little slut from now on. You are mine." She let out a little moan and ground her hips against me, responding, "You own me. My pussy belongs to you."

I lowered her to the couch, confident that she would need a few minutes to get her legs working right again. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed her a glass of water and two towels from the bathroom. She was lying back against the couch, legs wide open with one hand rubbing her clit and my cum dripping out of her. The look on her face alone was orgasmic. She had a glow that I had never seen her have before.

I knelt between her legs and kissed her lips, then kissed down her amazing body covered in sweat. Over her hard nipples and down her stomach across her amazing stretch marks until I was at her fingers. The smell of us combined was intoxicating! I kissed her clit and then stood up, handing her the water and laying one of the towels on the couch beside her. I asked her if she was okay with what had happened tonight, and her response was to groan and look at me with her sexy eyes, "The best night I have ever had and the best orgasms of my entire life. I didn't know I could cum over and over like that."

We were almost out of time, so I told her she should go jump in the shower, and I would clean up and light some candles to cover the smell of sex in the air. She groaned as she stood up and pulled her soaked yoga pants back up, kissed me, and headed off. I spent a few minutes cleaning up and spraying air freshener to cover the sex smell. I was just settling back down on the couch when I saw the lights pulling into the driveway. As our spouses walked through the door, Taylor walked back into the living room fresh out of the shower, looking more beautiful than ever. She smiled and asked, "How was dinner?"

That was the beginning of how she became my free-use sex toy.