Promised Again - Sex Stories

Promised Again

... again. She was going to welcome other men’s cocks. She was going to come on other men's cocks.

We lay there and slowly fell asleep. About two weeks later, I got a text message from her.

Honey: God, I’m meeting Scott for drinks at Sandy’s. He’s a salesman that calls on us that you don’t know. I’m going to go to his motel room, and I’ll be a few hours late getting home. If I’m going to be after midnight, I’ll text you again. I can’t wait. Don’t call or text me.

When I read that, I felt my stomach turn over. I could picture it with some stranger instead of Tuck. They’re undressing each other. My vision moved to seeing her on the bed. God no, he’s laying there with his cock sticking up, and I’m seeing her crawl over him and hold his cock as she slowly moved down and it slipped inside. I had to pull over quickly before I was in an accident.

I was seeing her moving up and down on it, and I heard them both as clear as day. Cheryl was saying, “Oh yes, oh yes. Scott, oh, oh.” And then moans.

He was saying, “You’re so beautiful like that, with my cock in you. Your tits, bouncing like this. God, yes, yes.” Then he grabbed her head and her tits and pulled her down on her. I could see as he was fucking her harder and harder, until he yelled, “YES!” And they both collapsed.

My imagination was showing them like I was there. I was hearing them like I was there. I even smelled his cum after he came. It was so real.

Cheryl was home by ten. But god, she looked disheveled. Her blouse was buttoned wrong, no bra, and her lips were swollen. She looked fucked.

I’ve always thought of April 5 as my cuckold anniversary. The times with Tuck somehow didn’t count.

My answer to my starting question is to get out of her way. Enjoy the ride.