Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... think I am too pathetic to get good dick for myself?"

My rough language set them both back a bit.

Trent responded, "Of course not! You're h-hot!"

I let him stew for a few minutes while we continued eating. Then I closed the discussion, "It was very thoughtful of you, and I intend to take full advantage of your efforts. However, you must know you cannot make such decisions without me. If you have an idea like that, come to me and we will discuss it." "Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry."

I smiled mischievously, "Not yet, you aren't. You WILL have to be punished for your impertinence."

"Yes, ma'am." I loved the look in his eyes. A hint of fear regarding what I might come up with, coupled with excitement about the same thing. I love my pervert.

After Trent finished the dishes, I told him to go and fetch his dress belt for me. He returned and handed it to me.

"Thank you. Go over to the fireplace, place your hands as far apart as you can on the mantle. Spread your legs as far apart as you can."

Once he did as he was told, I sat admiring his beautiful firm butt for a moment.

I handed the belt to Malcolm. He seemed hesitant. "Thirty swats... put your back into it and you'll get a really nice blowjob tonight..."

For the next several minutes I sat on the couch sipping a glass of wine as I watched. I grew moist as I watched Malcolm's muscular buttocks, back and legs flex from his exertions. I watched his big phallus slap against his thighs as he swung the belt. I ...

... watched Trent flinch as each blow formed crimson marks on his perfect ass.

By the time they were finished I was more than ready to adjourn to the bedroom for the intense fucking my husband had arranged for me.

I instructed Trent to lay on his back on the bed. He did not know it, but this would be my last encounter with Malcolm. I wanted my husband to learn as much as possible.

I straddled Trent on all fours, my crotch directly above his face. I could have easily dropped my snatch to his mouth, but that was not the plan. I wanted him to have a very close-up view of Malcolm pounding me into oblivion.

I was more than ready for Malcolm's big member to push into me. Instead my lover knelt behind me and began licking my twat... damn it felt good. So I let him pleasure me because I knew Trent had to watch, enviously.

When Malcolm entered me, his broad head spreading my nether lips, his thick shaft pushing into me, it felt wonderful. All the more so because I knew my husband was watching, knowing he could never match Malcolm's efforts.

"Oh, Malcolm, you feel wonderful... ohhhhh... please... say out loud what you are doing to me so hubby can learn... mmmmm..."

He was not stupid, but he did not understand, "Um, it's pretty obvious, especially from where he's at... I mean, one wrong move and I'll be fucking his face instead..."

I moaned with pleasure at that visual, "No, silly... explain why a certain angle hits my G-spot... tell him where my G-spot is... things like ...