A Year of Cuckolding #5 - Back Home & Time To Go Down On Her

She takes the last enjoyment out of the evening, having her husband go down on her as she enjoys the memories of the other men xxx

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“Does my cunt smell well used, David?” Samantha could not help taunting her husband as she lay back on their bed and enjoyed him tonguing her pussy and working hard on her clit.

“Can you taste Kaspar?” Yes, yes, he could, he thought.

“Yes, I can taste him, Samantha.”

“Can you taste the stranger’s cum?”

“Yes, it isn’t as strong, but I can taste it.”

“Lick them both out of me!” And with her own dirty words inspiring her, she came suddenly, thrusting herself into his mouth and holding his head with both hands against her. He had actually switched at that moment from flicking her clit with his tongue to delving deeper inside her to taste and clean out these other men’s cum who had fucked his wife that night, so it shouldn’t have been as good. But oh, it was, it was so good.

Her breasts strained upwards, and her back arched. Oh god, this was good, she thought. She bumped hard against his mouth, convulsing into him. “Ughhhhh yessssss!”

She lay back panting, remembering her last fuck that night. After the man in the BMW had driven off at speed, after he had fucked her over his own BMW, which was already dented from her being fucked by Kaspar, Kaspar had finished with her against a wall.

Both men had helped her to her feet where she had fallen. The angry middle-aged man in the fancy BMW had reversed away while she was still leaning against his bonnet, so she fell to the ground.

Now, Kaspar had propped her up against the wall. “I need to cum, Samantha. Are you ok with one final fuck?”

And yes she was, as battered and bruised and well fucked as she felt, she could still stand with her husbands help. She had leaned against him as Kaspar had gone at it for another minute or so. Her body bumped up and down against the wall, and finally, Kaspar had cum inside her. “Yes, oh yes. You are a, you are a…” He couldn’t finish his sentence as he finished unloading his spunk.

David had watched, feeling his wife being moved violently up and down with each stab of Kaspar’s cock. He stopped her from falling, but when Kaspar came, she didn’t acknowledge her husbands’s help but instead kissed Kaspar deeply and said to him, “Go back to your girlfriend now and remember me when you slip into bed beside her. Be careful she doesn’t taste me on your cock!” Oh, she was loving this bad girl behaviour!”

She remembered all this as she pulled her husband’s head away from her pussy. She couldn’t take anymore.

“In the morning, you will put cream on my bruises and go down on me again. If you want to stay married you had better get used to this every weekend, for at least a year. Was fucking the intern worth this?”

David felt this was a trick question. How could he answer? If he said yes, it was worth it; that would make it seem like the intern and the office gangbang using her body had been worth risking his marriage. But if he said no, then it would seem like he didn’t want to be a cuck anymore, and then perhaps they would go back to normal. He didn’t want that either.

He wanted her to humiliate him as he had humiliated her. He wanted her to mistreat him and make him watch and do terrible things to please her. He had a year of this to endure; it was barely past New Year’s Day. He wanted to feel the emotional pain. He wanted to lick her pussy when it was full of some other man’s cum. He could not wait to find out what she had planned for the next weekend.

So he stayed quiet, but as he did so, he remembered how good the new intern had been when he had invited the whole office to bang her, and he started to get hard.

“You’re getting hard,” she said. “Do you really think I should do anything about it?”

“No.”

“Do you think I should watch while you jerk yourself off?”

“Yes, please.”

“Kneel here and make sure you have a tissue, I don’t want any of your filthy cum on my whore body.”

“Yes, mistress.” God, David thought, he used the term mistress. He really was a little cuck now. And my god, she had only just got going.

“Wank then! I want to watch.”

He knelt over her and started to stroke it.

“I’ll help you, dear, by recounting tonight’s details, all the bits you missed. As you weren’t there when I first touched another man, were you?”

And so she did; she started to tell the tale of her date in the restaurant with a younger work colleague.

He came and was good to his word, David caught it all in a tissue.

They both fell fast asleep, their dreams feeding on all that happened that night. Which dream would you rather be in?