Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... that so he can try to be like you... Ohhh fuck yes, right there..."

I felt the softness of Malcolm's full testicles pressed against my labia and sighed with satisfaction.

He spoke, "I've bottomed out inside her, brother. I like to savor this feeling. I usually stop here for a few moments so the lady can get accustomed to my girth... so I don't hurt her when I start poundin'. Sorry, buddy, guess you don't have ta worry 'bout that..." He really was contrite, not trying to embarrass Trent.

I, on the other hand, understood my husband's quirk about being humiliated. "Oh, gawd, Trent... he feels so damned good filling me up... he OWNS this part of me... he is touching me in places you never will... you will never feel that part of my body... it may as well be the moon for you... because you physically cannot get there to experience how wonderful it feels... ohhhh Malcolm, thank you..."

As if in affirmation that I was not being gratuitously cruel, I saw his caged cock flex beneath me as it tried in vain to tumesce. That visible arousal in turn aroused me even more. I pressed my breasts against his abdomen and took his swollen testicles into my mouth one at a time, eliciting a moan from him.

That was the end of conscious thought for awhile as Malcolm began plowing me with that monster. I was moaning and crying out, digging my fingernails into my husband's thighs for purchase as I was ridden hard by my lover.

Malcolm on the other hand maintained control. He ...

... explained a few things to Trent without ever letting up; where my G-spot was, what angles and movements stimulate it the best; he exhibited several other motions, and taught my husband about controlling their breathing to improve stamina. He explained part of that was psychological... the man was always gonna get his, so he should take his time and give his lover as much pleasure as possible.

If he only realized... Trent did not always get his...

His words were accentuated by orgasmic cries from me. His deep voice relaying info on how to make me cum only made me cum harder.

When Malcolm practically stood on the bed so he could pile drive his shaft straight down across my G-spot hard and fast, I thought I would pass out from the intensity of the orgasms.

Malcolm wanted me in the missionary position so he could show Trent some other moves. So I had Trent lay against the headboard, and I lay back on him. Malcolm was between both sets of legs. I think that made Trent nervous... his rear entry was as available as mine. I could not help but giggle.

As Malcolm was fucking me with long, slow strokes, Trent had his hands casually playing with my nipples, tweaking and running his fingers lightly across them.

That was amazing enough. But then Malcolm stopped mid-stroke for a moment and took one of Trent's hands in his. Trent looked at him like he was crazy.

Malcolm smiled at him reassuringly, "Trust me? We're gonna send her into hyperspace..."

Now I was nervous. Trent ...