Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... would do the pee thing I had read about, I would hardly ever have to get up for the bathroom at night. But I could not do that to him; and I do not think he is a big enough perv to want to drink my pee.

By the time I got back from relieving myself, Trent was asleep also, although his penis wasn't. I curled up next to him and drifted off, my hand cradling his weeping prisoner.

Late the next morning I was leaning over the center island in the kitchen, chatting with Trent while he made us breakfast. He turned to see why I had suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence. It was because Malcolm had walked up behind me and buried another hard-on to the hilt within me. He said walking out of the bedroom to the view of my ass, legs and "snatch" beckoning him got him hard in a heartbeat.

I gripped the opposite side of the countertop tightly, moaning and mewling as he pounded me to two morning orgasms.

Trent let us know breakfast was ready. Should he keep it warm in the oven?

I decided my hubby, his cock still dripping chastity tears, had worked hard. If he could wait for relief for so long, Malcolm could wait til after our meal.

So I got to enjoy breakfast sated while both men's members bobbed, one caged and one long, hard and strong. I felt like a queen.

When we were done, "Sweetheart, when you're done with the dishes, please join us in the shower..."

When Trent caught up to us, I was straddling Malcolm's cock, my legs wrapped around his body. He had me up ...

... against the wall in the shower, fucking me hard again. Trent had just walked in when my lover groaned and orgasmed, continuing to pound me as he did so.

When he sat me down on my feet and withdrew, Trent did not even wait to be told. He dropped to his knees and cleaned me.

A few minutes later we all stood in the foyer, clean and fresh. Malcolm had business to attend to and had to leave. So he was dressed and we were both nude.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaned up and kissed him deeply, and for a long time. Mostly for Trent's benefit. I spoke softly, "Thank you so much... that was the best sex I've ever had. Hopefully hubby learned some things. I cannot wait to do it again!"

Then I leaned in close, whispering in the ear opposite of Trent, so he could not hear, "It really was fantastic. Thank you. I should be honest with you, though. This won't be a regular thing... I don't think I'm built to cuck him all the time. Not saying never, but don't close your dating life for us..."

He winked at me. He understood and was not offended. "You are welcome, beautiful."

He shook Trent's hand, "And thank you, brother. Your wife is without a doubt the best I ever had. I cannot wait to hit it again, cucky."

I almost laughed. How did he manage to make that statement sound respectful?? But he did.

He had helped me keep the fantasy intact for my hubby. As far as Trent knew, Malcolm would drop by anytime he wanted to fuck my brains out. It was not the last time we would ...