Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

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Trent eagerly moved toward my wrecked, cum covered sex. The poor guy was so sexually wound up... I think he would do anything I asked.

I grabbed his hair... and guided him to Malcolm's crotch instead. "Cock first. Then me. And you better fucking make him like it. I want him ready to FUCK me again, babe."

I could tell he was hesitant. Even on a sexual high, the act was verboten in his mind. But he did not say no.

It aroused the hell out of me to watch him suck all of our mixed juices off of that big dick, then try to fit it into his mouth. I was going to have to ask what was in his mind later when we were alone.

I let him fellate my lover for awhile, so that his curiosity about how the spongy flesh of a penis would feel in his mouth was sated. But I knew... from experience... that there was no way he had the skill or the stamina to blow Malcolm to completion after he had just nutted.

I took over for him, and pushed his face toward my center. It would take him much longer to clean the copious amounts of cum out of my twat. So I fellated my lover while my husband licked and sucked on me.

I came twice on Trent's tongue before I managed to bring Malcolm off with the great blowjob I had promised him earlier. I gulped every ounce of his load down. I could not give it all to hubby.

We fell asleep together. Again with an idea to mess with him, I made sure Trent was in the middle of the bed. On one side he had my breasts pressed against him, and my ...

... leg thrown over his. Comforting, right? On the other side he had the big man pressed against him... so that the big man's arm might lay across me. This meant, incidentally, that the big man's big flaccid shaft lay across Trent's leg also. I knew the contradiction drove him nuts.

Sometime in the middle of the night, the monster awoke, craving attention. I was awakened by Malcolm lightly caressing my sides, then he placed my hand on his erection to silently convey his desire.

Ironically, Trent was sleeping through it all so far. I moved over his body, gently sliding myself down onto Malcolm's tumescence and straddling him. I rode him slowly while he tenderly caressed me all over.

I managed to stifle my cries during my first two orgasms, but when Malcolm began thrusting back against me, lifting me off of the bed because he was about to cum, I lost all control, screaming out his name as waves of ecstasy coursed through me. That sent him over the edge and he groaned loudly, filling me with his release.

Trent was definitely awake now. His breathing was ragged and his imprisoned manhood was flexing and dripping. His eyes were begging me to relieve his desperate need also... but he knew better. He knew what came next.

Me. On his tongue as he bathed my sex and cleaned me. This was the life.

By the time I had finished a gentle cum from my husband's ministrations, Malcolm had fallen back asleep.

It occurred to me, now that hubby cleaned me after intercourse, if I ...