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Cuckold Valentine
Date: 3/21/2024, Categories: Cuckold, Author: sandymonroe
... exquisite. "Good boy," Alicia praised, her words wrapping around him like velvet chains. "Next time, you'll get it straight from the source." "Can't wait," Brian murmured, the sarcasm a thin veil for the curiosity and twisted anticipation roiling within. His desire was a riddle, the answer both a balm and a barb to his bruised ego. "Every kiss," Alicia added, a sultry promise as she cleaned the last of Greg's gift from her skin, "will be a reminder of today." "Every damn one," Brian agreed silently, his heart a battlefield where humiliation planted its flag firmly in the ground, even as desire raised its standard in defiant counterpoint. Greg settled into the armchair with a casual dominance, his broad shoulders relaxed as he took a generous bite of the sandwich. Crumbs dusted his lap, a trivial detail against the backdrop of his masculine satisfaction. "Damn good," he mumbled between chews, his voice a low rumble that filled the room. "Thanks for the grub, Brian." Alicia's eyes glittered, ...
... mischief and command mingling in their depths. She turned to her husband, her voice honeyed yet edged with steel. "Tell him, Brian. Thank him properly." Brian's throat felt like sandpaper, his voice a mere whisper in the grand theater of their debauchery. "Thank you... Greg. For... satisfying my wife." "Music to my ears," Alicia cooed. Erica's smile was a silent chorus to the unfolding scene, her gaze flickering from the satiated bull to the humbled husband with an observer's cruel curiosity. Brian's cheeks burned with the heat of shame that consumed his pride. He swallowed, the taste of bourbon and Greg's essence still haunting his palate, a ghost of today's humiliations. "Next time, make sure there are pickles," Greg said, his lips quirking in amusement as he took another bite, oblivious or indifferent to the churn of Brian's stomach. "Of course, whatever our guest prefers," Erica replied, her tone deferential to the bull, though her eyes held a triumphant gleam. “Or shall I say... our bull?”