The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Lesbian Cuckold - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Lesbian Cuckold

... admitted, feeling embarrassed. “I found it so fucking hot when you ate out my cream-filled cunt, Kristi,” she smiled. “Hmm, why don't you help me get ready to go out?” “Out? Where?” I frowned. “I bought lobster tails for dinner.” “That can wait,” she said firmly as she walked to our walk-in closet. “Now, which dress should I wear?” She held a slinky, black dress and a tight, red one. “I like the black, it shows off my cleavage. But the red just screams 'fuck me.' What do you think, Ashley?” “I don't understand?” “Ever since I got gangbanged, all I can think about was how great getting fucked by a cock felt!” A look of ecstasy crossed my wife's face. “I need them, babe. I learned that I love cocks! They are all I could think about. When Rick came over on Monday, I just couldn't help but invite him into our bed. It was so wonderful!” That stung, but I forced it down; I promised to be loving and supportive. “So, why are you going out?” “I'm going to go out to find some guy and let him fuck me,” Ashley explained. “I've only been holding back so I wouldn't hurt you.” A smile split her lips. “You can sit here at home and wait, and imagine what nasty things are being done to my little pussy. When I get home, you get to clean me up.” I wanted to object, to tell her to stay home, but my pussy felt so wet. “The red one,” I heard myself say. “You want to get fucked after all.” Ashley laughed. ...

... “That's my good little cuckold. Now, why don't you chose the sluttiest underwear I own.” I don't know what came over my wife, but I was so turned on as I pulled out a black thong from her dresser, knelt down and pulled them up her smooth legs. I adjusted the thong, making sure it rode through her ass and was tight against her pussy. I chose her bra, styled her hair, and helped her with her make-up. She looked like a sex goddess when she left the house, her plump rump swaying sexily as she walked out to the car. She paused before climbing in our car. “Thank you, Kristi, you're the best wife ever.” I flushed. Part of me wanted to stop her; she was my wife. I should be the only one to touch her, but one look at the desire in her eyes shut me up. This is what she needed. And my pussy was wet with excitement thinking about her messy pussy and how delicious it would taste as I cleaned her up. So I said nothing and watched her drive off. I went back inside, heated up a microwave dinner, and sat on the couch. As I ate, I imagined what my wife was up to. When I finished eating, I started to rub my cunt, fantasizing about my wife getting fucked in every different way possible. I had promised to be supportive and help her through her experience. No matter how long it took or how many men she had to fuck, I would be eagerly waiting for her. So I could lick her pussy clean like a good, little cuckold.