Cuckold Valentine - Sex Stories

Cuckold Valentine

... her strong figure. Greg looked down at Alicia with a cocky smile on his face.

“I’ve been waiting for this for too fucking long,” he stated, enjoying Alicia’s hands crawling up her legs.

“I know, baby and I will make your wait worth it, I promise,” she moaned.

“What about hubby there?” Greg said, looking at him, finally.

Alicia glanced back at Brian, her blue eyes flashing a silent command before she answered.

“He doesn’t mind, believe me, right, honey?”

Brian nodded, feeling his throat very dry. He raised his hand instinctively, but then thought shaking hands with the man who will fuck his wife tonight would not really suit this tense setting the three of them had.

Alicia turned her attention back to the bulge in Greg's trousers. She unzipped him with deft fingers, revealing his ample manhood which sprang forth like a character breaking free from the confines of its story. Without a word, she enveloped him in the warmth of her mouth, her hunger for this moment palpable in every fervent bob of her head.

Brian stood frozen, his breath caught somewhere between awe and devastation. His hands twitched at his sides, uncertain of their role in this visceral tableau unfolding before him. The sight was both more erotic and more gut-wrenching than anything he had ever streamed in the solitary glow of his computer screen.

"Go on, hubby," Greg taunted, his eyes locked on Brian's. "Tell her how good she looks."

"Y-you look... amazing," Brian stammered, the ...

... words tasting like ash on his tongue.

"Damn right she does," Greg replied, a smirk playing on his lips, as Alicia's mouth worked tirelessly, the sound of her pleasure-filled moans filling the room like a haunting melody. Brian could tell he was a perfect choice for the role of the bull: aside from his well-built figure, his manhood was also long and girthy, with every vein visible. And Alicia seemed to enjoy her new toy vigorously: she was sucking his cock with loud moans and slurps Brian never heard before. Her saliva was dripping on their guest’s balls and on his elegant trousers which he didn’t seem to mind at all.

"Come here," Alicia suddenly said, her voice husky as she beckoned Brian closer with a curl of her finger. He approached hesitantly, the sinking feeling in his gut a cruel counterbalance to the tightening in his pants. He knelt beside his wife slowly, mesmerized by the sight of the love of his life, the ever-so-innocent Mrs. Anderson kneeling on the floor of this expensive hotel room, sucking her co-worker’s cock like a whore. Her lips left Greg's cock with an audible pop, glistening with saliva, and she reached for Brian, pulling him into a kiss that was both an invitation and a sentence.

"Can you taste him on me?" she whispered against his lips, sharing the flavor of her transgression with her husband. It was a cocktail of dominance and surrender, the tang of another man mixed with her essence—a concoction that made Brian's heart race with equal parts ...