Lesbian's Anal Creampie Cravings

I come home exhausted from work, only to find my wife Annie hunched over my computer, her face flushed with shock. "What the hell are you doing?" I snap, and she stammers something about needing it for a warranty claim. But then her eyes narrow. She's dug into my browsing history—straight porn, the dirtiest kind. Women bent over, asses spread wide, taking thick cocks deep in their holes, getting pumped full of hot cum creampies dripping out. Annie's voice cracks: "Are you straight? Is that what this is?" I'm furious, insisting I'm a total lesbian, that it was just curiosity, a filthy little itch I couldn't scratch. We scream at each other until she storms out, slamming the door. Hours drag by, my mind replaying those videos, my pussy and ass clenching with forbidden need. Then the door opens again—Annie's back, smirking, with our studly neighbor Connor in tow, his bulge already straining his jeans. "Baby, I love you too much to let this eat at you," she purrs, pushing me toward him. "Let him fuck that curious little lesbian ass of yours. Pound it raw until he unloads a massive anal creampie inside you, just like those sluts online. Get it out of your system—right now." My heart races as Connor grabs my hips, yanks down my panties, and presses his throbbing cockhead against my tight, virgin asshole...