Am I A Cuckold? You Decide - Sex Stories

Am I A Cuckold? You Decide

... snapped, and this time she obeyed and started to walk over to him. He barked "crawl." I knew there was no way she would that. She wouldn’t be humiliated like that. So imagine how surprised I was when she dropped to her knees and slowly crawled slowly. She exaggerated each step with her ass upturned and twisting. She crawled right up to his lap. He was sitting on a chair with his legs extended. His cock looked heavy against his thigh as it glistened with her pussy lotion all over it (see photo). Her feet were slightly red except her toes which were blanched from being extended through the entire fuck. He gently grabbed her by the chin and guided her lips to his lap. He looked at me as he told her, "taste yourself." She turned and looked at me with a slight look of concern, as if seeking my approval. I wanted to object and reassert my control, but before I could say anything she pulled his cock into her mouth and started sucking it clean. She worked his dick with vigor as if she wanted his approval now. She kept her eyes locked on me as she licked and sucked every inch of his cock. One of her small hands cupped his balls and gently massaged them as she slurped on his cock. There was something in her eyes that told me that she was now doing ...

... this for herself. It scared me. His length and girth were impressive. She handled his cock, sometimes with two hands. She handled it like it was something to be worshipped. Her expression started to slowly haze over with lust again. I even noticed her eyes roll back into her head a couple of times. Was I gonna let this happen again? At that point I was unsure if I could even stop it. Part of me didn’t want to stop it. I had no excuse to let it go on. I was no longer intoxicated by lust and excitement or frozen by indecision so I stepped in and said enough. She looked slightly disappointed as she let his heavy cock fall from her mouth. She obeyed but her eyes had a look of protest. A long strand of saliva from her bottom lip to his shaft caught the light as his cock dropped. We haven’t talked about it. It’s been a few days. We’ve been going about life as if it were a dream we each had unbeknownst to the other. My mind swings wildly between wanting to forget it ever happened to wanting to know every detail of how she felt before, during, and after. Will we do it again? Should we? Is the fantasy better than than the reality? Did I open pandora’s box? Time will tell. (See actual photos of his cream covered cock and her cum covered ass above.)