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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Hannah looked amazing when we left for dinner. She had saved a beautiful white mini dress for our last night, and it showed off her recently acquired tan to perfection. She was glowing and radiant too, clearly happy to be torturing me with my own fantasy.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Jerry had already secured a table and as soon as we joined him, Hannah went into ‘full-on flirt mode’. She constantly touched his arm and seemed to find anything he said either fascinating or extremely hilarious. He was clearly besotted with my wife too and I was reduced to the role of gooseberry. As we drank coffee at the end of the meal and the two lovebirds were clearly anxious to be on their way, I came so close to stopping the whole show, but to my shame, I didn’t and soon they were gone, laughing and holding hands as I looked on forlorn. I returned sullenly to our apartment at just after 10pm but Hannah did not return until 2:30. I was sitting on our small, cheap sofa when she opened the door and smiled at me.
“Hi honey.” She said simply.
I just looked at her. She looked completely different to me although everything about her was the same. She stood with her back to the door and said simply,
“Well, it’s done.”
I couldn’t speak but managed to stand and moved over towards her.
“You, my love, my husband… You are officially a cuckold!” She said laughing. “Maybe you always were in spirit, but as of about an hour ago, the fantasy became a reality, and oh!..” She continued, “it was really good.”
“So you?…” I tried to ask.
“Oh god yes. To be honest, we might not have. Bless his heart, he really was a perfect gentleman.” She explained, clearly very pleased with herself.
“Even when I expressed a deep desire to see the apartment where he was staying, the poor fool was blissfully clueless.” She moved forward to me now, confident and unashamed. She kissed me passionately for a minute and the continued,
“It wasn’t until I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock that he seemed to catch on.”
She said licking her lips.
“I got him nice and hard, and between you and I, I could easily have let him shoot his load down my throat,” she was looking at me intently “but I really, really wanted him to fuck me.”
She had started to unbutton my shirt and I meekly let her, totally mesmerised by her.
“I undressed him, much like I’m undressing you now. Could you taste his cock by the way?” She asked rhetorically.
She was undoing my trousers now and as they fell to the floor she continued calmly.
“Once he realised what was going on though, oh my!” She gasped theatrically.
She effortlessly slipped off her dress now that she had undressed me, and moved around to the bed just wearing her panties. I stood motionless, watching her every move.
“You’re wondering if he fucked me aren’t you?” She asked, and then immediately answered herself,
“Of course he fucked me honey, and before you ask, if you can actually speak that is, yes, he was really good.” She smiled.
“What you need to ask is did he wear a condom? As she said this and I stood like a mannequin, she laid back on the bed seductively.
“Did he?” I croaked, my mouth dry.
“Why don’t you come and find out Cucky?” She taunted, laughing again.
I moved to the bed and gazed at her. She looked absolutely stunning and my flaccid dick started to stiffen. I slowly reached up to her waist and carefully pulled her panties down. As the thin material of her gusset pulled away from her slit, I could clearly see thick stringy strands of cum there. I removed her panties quickly and she teasingly spread her legs, displaying herself. Although I had often fantasised about cleaning up my cheating wife’s cream-pies, I always assumed it would be a reluctant and unpleasant task. When faced with the reality however I lifted and parted Hannah’s legs, spreading her pussy wide and then without hesitating, leaned forward and licked from the bottom to the top. Again and again I lapped at her and then I slowly lowered her legs and settled myself so that I could comfortably tease her clit and bring her to orgasm. I inserted one, and then two fingers into her deliciously slick pussy, rubbing the roof of her vagina and I could soon feel the tell-tale contractions starting. She came loudly and once I felt she was finished and completely satisfied, I moved up her body and slid my hard dick inside her. It certainly wasn’t my best effort; I was so aroused that after a mere half dozen thrusts, I could tell I wasn’t going to last long. Normally I would have changed position or tried to distract myself but tonight I was eager to spill my load and simply continued thrusting. As I cried out, cumming hard, Hannah whispered,
“Looks like you’ve got another cream-pie to clean up. “
I was totally spent and rolled off of her like a limp rag doll. Hannah clearly wasn’t happy with this and sat up abruptly. She threw her leg over my chest and dropped herself unceremoniously onto my mouth.
“Cleaning cream-pies is a requirement for ‘cucky husbands,” she declared as I started lapping at her again.
The next morning, we were frantically packing clothes into our cases, not wanting to be late for our early morning flight, when Hannah’s phone buzzed.
“It’s a friend request from Jerry on Facebook.” She said smiling. “Do you think I should accept? I don’t think he lives too far from us.” She laughed as I blushed.
“Do you want to?” I answered noncommittally.
“I really don’t know…” She said, watching my reaction.
“He was awesome really, and you know, a total stud but…” She paused. “I think next time, I’d like someone more experienced.” She finished.
“So, there is going to be a next time?” I asked quietly.
“Oh definitely,” she grinned, “I intend to cuckold you many more times with lots of different men! You better get used to the taste of cum, cucky,” she laughed, “there’ll be lots more cream pies for you to slurp up!”
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