A Cuckold's Pleasure - Her Love - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pleasure - Her Love

... something that made her smile and look around, like she was deciding something.

When her eyes swept past me, I slightly nodded. Her smile brightened, and she gave him a passionate kiss. It was clear she was saying yes to him.

I could barely stand; my erection was so hard. I could feel my cock dripping pre-come. It’s getting stronger, my angst. Am I really going to let her do it? Am I going to let this stranger taste my wife? Is he going to put his cock in my wife, in Helen?

We had a room on the ground floor, away from the bar and near the pool, so I didn’t have to follow them. I could walk along the other side of the pool and watch them. He was holding her close and stopping to kiss her and caress her breasts. She was really into it, and she wasn’t paying attention to anything but him. His hands were on her breasts, and her hands were on his cock. By the time they were at our door, he had her top unbuttoned, and as she stepped inside, I could see it fall to the floor as the door closed.

When the door closed, my cock erupted inside my pants. It was messy, but it felt wonderful while I climaxed, knowing she was going to fuck him. My fantasy is going to be realized.

I had to wait outside on the pool furniture for almost two hours when he opened the door and left. I got her text immediately.

When I got there, she was naked, standing by the bed, and I could see some cum on her pussy. “Bill, fuck me; I want your cock to come in me too." My clothes came off, and I ...

... started making love to her. I wanted this to be more than a fuck; I wanted to make love. I wanted to prove to her, that I still loved her. I was kissing her all over the lips, her neck, and her breasts. (god, were they still her breasts, or were they her tits now?)

When I went south, she tried to stop me, but I insisted. I wanted to eat her lover's cum. When I finally got her to come twice, I put my cock in her and forced some more of his cum out before I added mine.

The next morning, I asked her about it. “Bill, when I got your text, I didn’t believe it at first." She replied, "Yes, we’ve talked about it before, but when I got that text, just like we’ve roll-played, I just couldn’t stop. When I got that exploding emoji, I knew Bill—that I was going to do it; I was going to fuck Frank. It was so much against who I thought I was, and knowing that you were going to be waiting for me to finish, it was too much to resist. I loved doing it, and I enjoyed it when you fucked me afterwards.”

I caressed her tits, and she continued saying, “You were right. It’s so exciting; I’ll never forget the climax I felt when he was fucking me. I saw stars." She couldn’t stop talking about her experience.

This might have been a mistake; it was hard while it was happening, though the climax I had when they went in almost paid for it. Making love to Helen afterward was exquisitely wonderful. On balance, I’m glad she did it. I think I am.

Our love-making was more enjoyable after Frank, ...