My Life as a Cuckold - Sex Stories

My Life as a Cuckold

... was too late. Embarrassed, I got into bed as quickly as I could. She was nude and she seemed to be taking her time, walking around the room while taking off her earrings. I think she was purposely exposing herself to me. Was she trying to arouse me? As I was watching her, I could feel my penis begin to stir. What power she has over me, knowing that she can arouse me by just exposing herself. She came to the bed and got in. I turned off the lamp and lay on my back, knowing that in a few minutes, she would be fast asl**p. Laying there in the darkness, she moved and rested her opened hand on my stomach. I did not expect that. Just the touch of her hand on me and I become excited. My penis began to stiffen. Then she slowly slid her hand down into my pubic hair and rested it there for a moment. She knows just how to excite me and I have no resistance. Slowly she moved her hand and I felt her clasp the shaft of my erection and I sighed at her touch. She snuggled up to me. Putting her mouth close to my ear and in a soft, sultry voice, she asked, "Did you take your sl**ping pill?" "No." "Why not?" "They leave me groggy in the morning." Then in her low seductive voice she said, "Give me the vaseline and I'll take care of this for you. I'll put you in a deep sl**p." She was now dry stroking my erection. I didn't expect to be sl**ping in the same room with her, much less the same bed so I pushed my luck and asked, "Why don't you suck it for me?" "You know I don't do that. I'm not that ...

... kind of a girl. Just give me the vaseline." I pressed further, "Let me lay on top of you and put it in you." "No. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Just give me the vaseline so I can sooth you. You like to be stroked and I love stroking your little peter." I reached over into the nightstand, retrieving the jar. Not wanting to mess the covers, she flipped them back, exposing my genitals to the cool, dark air as I opened the jar. There in the darkness, I held the jar as she scooped out some jelly with her fingers. Then I felt its coolness on my member as she began her slow stroking. Reaching over I placed the jar on the nightstand as she continued stroking and whispering in my ear, "I love the feel of your little peter in my hand. I love how my hand slides over the head of it. I love stroking it and how it responds to my touch. It makes me feel so secure. You are so special to me. I love you so much. "Those men that I work with, they don't mean anything to me. Oh, they may touch me and feel me or pat my ass but that's all they do. I would never sl**p with them. Every night I come home to you because you are so special and you have no right to accuse me of being unfaithful." I started squirming, "Oh please. Let me put it in you. I need to fuck you." I started to climb on top of her. "No! No, stay on your back." She demanded. I replied, "No! I've got to fuck you," and then there was the excruciating pain as her hand clamped around my testicles and she began squeezing them hard. She ...