1. A Wife's Performance


    Date: 4/16/2024, Categories: Cuckold, Author: Issabela 

    ... and turned my head to the side, looking at my husband who had been sitting in the corner the whole time. My acknowledgment of him was powerful, making his hand stroke faster to my moans until the admiration for my performance was spurting into his palm.

I couldn't help but giggle, he was already done while my partner was in full rhythm with his thrusts. I knew my husband's thoughts were conflicting as he sat there. His acceptance was stronger while his arousal was at its peak, but once he finished, the thoughts of humiliation came to the forefront of his mind. It was bittersweet, a love-hate dynamic, but it's what made the ordeal special.

For the next twenty minutes or so, he was relegated to a mere spectator, the lone member of the audience watching my multi-orgasm performance attentively. It's what he'd always fantasized about, to make me his personal porn star, and I took pride in putting on a show for him.

Since he had already finished, giving him sloppy seconds was no longer an option, so I decided to change things up for the finale. I got on my knees, few feet away, but close enough for him to see my mouth working tirelessly to fill itself with another man's orgasm.

I gave the hardened ...
    ... inches in front of me their proper attention, expertly surpassing my partner's threshold, before focusing my eyes on my husband's while my mouth was flooded with the familiar white warmth.

I fixed my hair and wiped my lips with my forearm, buying time for my partner to head to the shower and leave me alone with my husband for a moment. I walked up to him and placed my hand on his chest, slowly moving it upwards until it was around his neck. I gave him a gentle squeeze, getting him to open his mouth for me to lean forward and let my mouthful of cum drool into his. He'd talked about doing it, but I knew he'd never go for it unless I took the initiative.

"See why I love it so much?" I asked, seeing the reflection of my kinkiness on his face.

He swallowed hard, caught between familiarizing himself with the taste and a slight disgust, but I knew he'd feel accomplished after the initial shock and that he'd want to make it a regular occurrence.

It had been a successful date night, another one of our fantasies had been scratched off the list. What was next filled me with excitement and a bit of anxiety, but I trusted my husband would take care of it and ensure that my upcoming birthday was a memorable one.
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