The Cuckold's Reward - Ken's Story (Part 3) - Sex Stories

The Cuckold's Reward - Ken's Story (Part 3)

... her bright, red, puffy pussy lips. He lowered himself down onto the bed between her thighs. With his face up close to her pussy he stopped for a few minutes; he wanted to look at it. The musky aroma teased his nostrils; he wanted to take it all in. When they had first married; when they had first been able to spend whole nights together, he would look at her pussy for ages. It was his. It was his possession and it belonged to him. He took pride in it; kissed it, stroked it; washed it with his tongue even. Sandra’s pussy was worshipped by him. He was worshipping it now. Even though it was soon to belong to another man. Even though another man had just been taking possession of it. Even though another man had pleasured himself with it and filled it with his seed. He still worshipped it. Ken went to work on her with his tongue. Cleaning her inner thighs first he then proceeded to clean her pussy. Mouthful after mouthful of Samuel’s cum was lapped up and swallowed with abandon until there was no more left except form Sandra’s own juices from her orgasm. When he had finished Sandra reached down and took hold of him to guide him into her. He welcomed entrance inside her. He tried his best to make it last long. He tried his hardest to focus on other things but it was hopeless. His thoughts kept coming back to the cock that had been inside her earlier. The much longer and thicker cock that had pleasured her previously. The cock that had filled her with the cum that he had just ...

... cleaned up. Ken tried his best but he came within a couple of minutes. He apologised afterwards but Sandra would have none of it. “You don’t have to worry about that,” she told him. “You don’t have to worry about pleasuring me anymore; that’s Samuel’s job. I just want you to enjoy your own pleasure. Afterwards they showered and went downstairs. Samuel was waiting with glasses of wine at the ready. He reached out for Sandra, who wore just one of Ken’s white shirts. He kissed her and reached behind with his hand and groped her naked bottom. As he did so he looked at Ken and smiled. It was a smile that was purposely meant to remind him whose woman she now was. Next morning as Samuel prepared to leave he caught Ken in the kitchen, draining his coffee mug before rushing off to work. “Thanks’ for everything Ken,” he told him. “Glad we got things sorted in the end.” Ken nodded in acknowledgement. “Just one thing Ken,” he said. “I know that you and Sandra will still be... well... you know. But I would be grateful if you would start wearing condoms from now on. It’s only right that Sandra should be receiving seed from just one of us and that should be... well you know... “ Ken nodded. As he drove away that morning he glanced at Samuel’s car in the driveway parked behind Sandra’s. It was customary that he always left before Samuel and it was nearly always customary that he would take Sandra one more time. Ken rubbed his cock momentarily as he took one last look before concentrating on the ...