Cuckold Valentine - Sex Stories

Cuckold Valentine

... excitement and shame.

"God, this is messed up," he managed to murmur, even as his body betrayed him, leaning into the forbidden kiss, drawn to the degradation like a moth to flame. He could feel his wife’s well-known tongue and lips, along with something else, some strange masculine taste. It had to be Greg’s precum, he guessed.

"Isn't it just perfect?" Alicia breathed, her eyes alight with a fire that burned away any pretense of marital normalcy.

"Perfect," Brian echoed, the word hollow in his ears amidst the stark reality of their twisted Valentine's Day scenario.

"Show some enthusiasm, cucky," Greg interjected, his tone dripping with condescension. "Your wife's giving us a hell of a show."

"Y-yeah, so hot," Brian forced out, trying to convince himself as much as them, his voice a shaky facsimile of the cocksure characters who graced his screen in pixelated fantasy.

Alicia pulled away, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, leaving Brian adrift in the churning sea of his thoughts. She turned back to her new lover, looked up at his cock again, then kissed its head again.

Alicia's voice was a sibilant whisper, laced with authority. "Help me out here, Brian." Her lips curled into a devious smile as she motioned behind her. "Hold my hair, like you've seen in those videos. Be a part of this."

Brian's knees met the plush carpet with a soft thud, his hands trembling as they found the blonde locks, gathering them with an awkward gentleness. Greg, the ...

... embodiment of perverse desire, stood proud before her, his arousal a taunt.

"Been saving up just for this," Greg boasted, his voice thick with anticipation. "A nice big gift for our twisted little party."

Alicia looked back at Brian, her eyes glazed with lust, silently commanding him to watch closely, to be present in every moment of their shared debasement. As Greg pushed forward, Brian felt Alicia’s head having to work on the tension of swallowing that cock deep, the pressure building with each of Greg’s powerful movements.

"Fuck, yes," Alicia moaned around the intrusion, her words muffled and distorted, yet still sharp enough to slice through Brian's ego.

Brian's heart hammered against his ribcage, a syncopated beat that thrummed with humiliation. His hands, acting as a cradle for Alicia's exertions, were a symbol of his own capitulation to the carnal chaos he had once craved from the safe removal of a computer screen.

And then it happened—a crescendo of grunts and shudders as Greg announced his release. "Take it all," he growled and pushed his member deep into Alicia’s hot mouth. His body tensed and shot several doses of his load into the married woman’s throat.

Alicia did not falter; she accepted every pulse of Greg's essence, her cheeks hollowing as she held him deep, her gaze locked on Brian's. He tried to hold the head of his wife as steady as he could, strangely hoping their guest would enjoy the experience. Seeing how much his wife had to swallow, he ...