Being Cuckolded #60 A better man
I remember the first time I was with my wife, an excited, nervous fumble on the back seat of my car , in a darkened corner of a deserted car park. The rain was hammering down on the cars roof, after five minutes of clumsy fumbling my wife finally reached back and unfastened her bra for me. Beautiful soft breasts engulfing my face as she pressed into me, straddling on my lap.
It didn't last long, even then I disappointed her. A few eager downward thrusts and I was spent in ecstatic release. She giggled, the slightest moan of unsatisfied resentment crept in to her voice as she cuddled me. "Never mind babe." she kissed me.
It was a distant memory that I briefly entertained as I sat watching my wife ride Magnus, her black stud. She had the same lustful eagerness as she did back then, the same desire. This time however Magnus wasn't cumming, he was staying hard, proud, confident in his ability as my wife bounced ferociously on him.
Each downward thrust ended with a jerk and grind of my wife's hips, pressing into him as deep as she could. Watching her lips spread wide to swallow as much of him as she could manage. Her juices leaking all over his full black balls, a betrayal of obvious need within my wife. She wants this, she wants the better man, she needs him inside her.
Occasionally she would play with him, lifting just to the tip and pausing. My wife's hips slowly gyrating as her wet pussy gently rotated on the head of Magnus' thick black dick. Just enough time for them to gaze into each others eyes, to share a moment of desire for each other. A moment of triumph for my wife, Magnus thrusts up off the sofa... frustrated at the teasing. She is in control.
My arse is getting cold, sat naked from the waist down as I watch them. My shame caged and visible as my wife cucks me so... enthusiastically. Magnus is holding my wife's hips, guiding her downward to meet his upward thrust. For a moment he wrestles control away, she responds to his thrust, a hard slap of his crotch meeting hers. My wife gasps, her nails clawing across his chest as she arches her back, feeling that aggression unleashed from within him.
This would make great porn... even from me sat opposite them in the far corner of the living room it looks fantastic. I know where I belong, there's no doubt about it, he's the better man and my wife knows it.
The pace starts to increase, my wife slamming her ass down faster and faster, making his long black cock vanish only to reappear moments later, covered with her lust. It starts as a ragged moaning, a feeling within her pussy tingling up inside her tummy. Relentless she is, grinding, thrusting, her gasps and moans increase. The dirty talk is electric to me, physical need voiced.
"Ohh fuck you're so big."
"Come on slut give it to me"
"Oh Jesus!" my wife continues fucking him, as he sucks on her nipples.
"Ooohh fuck I'm cumming...don't stop... please don't stop."
The words just fall out of her mouth, instinctive, desperate. I briefly smile at her begging him not to stop, she's doing most of the work riding him. Then I think back to that first time with me all those years ago, maybe she's begging him not to disappoint her like I did.
Magnus shows no signs of cumming, despite my wife's furious attempts. With one drawling grunt she sinks deeply, her hips and buttocks shuddering as the explosion within her belly ignites. She squirts over his balls, I can't quite see but I hear it as she cums...spraying onto the leather sofa they're sat on.
For several minutes my wife is somewhere else entirely, she flops forward into his arms, deliriously. She mumbles nonsense, just sounds her mouth can't quite form into words. No disappointment here, just happiness.
It didn't last long, even then I disappointed her. A few eager downward thrusts and I was spent in ecstatic release. She giggled, the slightest moan of unsatisfied resentment crept in to her voice as she cuddled me. "Never mind babe." she kissed me.
It was a distant memory that I briefly entertained as I sat watching my wife ride Magnus, her black stud. She had the same lustful eagerness as she did back then, the same desire. This time however Magnus wasn't cumming, he was staying hard, proud, confident in his ability as my wife bounced ferociously on him.
Each downward thrust ended with a jerk and grind of my wife's hips, pressing into him as deep as she could. Watching her lips spread wide to swallow as much of him as she could manage. Her juices leaking all over his full black balls, a betrayal of obvious need within my wife. She wants this, she wants the better man, she needs him inside her.
Occasionally she would play with him, lifting just to the tip and pausing. My wife's hips slowly gyrating as her wet pussy gently rotated on the head of Magnus' thick black dick. Just enough time for them to gaze into each others eyes, to share a moment of desire for each other. A moment of triumph for my wife, Magnus thrusts up off the sofa... frustrated at the teasing. She is in control.
My arse is getting cold, sat naked from the waist down as I watch them. My shame caged and visible as my wife cucks me so... enthusiastically. Magnus is holding my wife's hips, guiding her downward to meet his upward thrust. For a moment he wrestles control away, she responds to his thrust, a hard slap of his crotch meeting hers. My wife gasps, her nails clawing across his chest as she arches her back, feeling that aggression unleashed from within him.
This would make great porn... even from me sat opposite them in the far corner of the living room it looks fantastic. I know where I belong, there's no doubt about it, he's the better man and my wife knows it.
The pace starts to increase, my wife slamming her ass down faster and faster, making his long black cock vanish only to reappear moments later, covered with her lust. It starts as a ragged moaning, a feeling within her pussy tingling up inside her tummy. Relentless she is, grinding, thrusting, her gasps and moans increase. The dirty talk is electric to me, physical need voiced.
"Ohh fuck you're so big."
"Come on slut give it to me"
"Oh Jesus!" my wife continues fucking him, as he sucks on her nipples.
"Ooohh fuck I'm cumming...don't stop... please don't stop."
The words just fall out of her mouth, instinctive, desperate. I briefly smile at her begging him not to stop, she's doing most of the work riding him. Then I think back to that first time with me all those years ago, maybe she's begging him not to disappoint her like I did.
Magnus shows no signs of cumming, despite my wife's furious attempts. With one drawling grunt she sinks deeply, her hips and buttocks shuddering as the explosion within her belly ignites. She squirts over his balls, I can't quite see but I hear it as she cums...spraying onto the leather sofa they're sat on.
For several minutes my wife is somewhere else entirely, she flops forward into his arms, deliriously. She mumbles nonsense, just sounds her mouth can't quite form into words. No disappointment here, just happiness.
9 年 前
