Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine

... gripped them firmly, my middle finger sliding with difficulty into her cleft, over her tight, puckered anus and down towards her hot, moistening slit. “Mmmmm!” she moaned into my mouth, her chest heaving against mine, crushing her tiny breasts, their nipples rubbing against the sparse hair on my chest. “Ohhhh Alice,” I hissed into her ear as we came up for breath, “my little slut of a wife, you are amazing...” She smiled broadly, her long damp hair falling in a curtain over her sweet face, then released my neck and, taking my hands from her bottom, led me to the bed. “Lie down, Cucky-Boy,” she whispered, pushing me backwards until my calves pressed against the side of the mattress, “it’s time you had a little attention for a change.” Intrigued and excited, I lowered myself to the bed and lay back, my eyes fixed on my lovely, sexy wife. Without breaking eye contact, she knelt alongside me then sat back on her heels. “How’s my little friend doing?” she asked, taking my already hard cock in her right hand, “is he feeling strong today?” “Mmmm!” This time it was my turn to moan as she began to stroke my erection; first with her fingertips, then her fingers, then taking it into her fist and squeezing it hard. I could feel myself growing harder still in her grasp. At first her strokes were long and tantalisingly slow along my shaft, from the sensitive furrow behind my glans, down to the tightening sack at its base. “Ohhh Alice...” With a broad smile, she lowered her head to my ...

... waist. Her long blonde hair fell forward like a damp curtain, cool against the heat of my belly and obscuring her sweet mouth from view as it descended closer and closer to my cock. I felt the heat of her breath on its swollen head, then the lightest touch of her tongue on its tiny lips, then around its smooth dome, then along its ridge. And then the whole head of my cock was engulfed in the warm, wet cavern of my wife’s mouth, her tongue wide, smooth and active all over me. I felt her fingers on its base and her other hand grasp my sack, squeezing it firmly as she began to raise and lower her head. “Oh Jesus!” My head flew back on the sheets, my legs parting involuntarily as to my amazement and still hidden by her long blonde hair, my sexy wife began to fuck me with her sweet mouth. Up and down her head rose and fell, each stroke a new sensation; her tongue on my tip, then on the side of my shaft, then her teeth drawn sharply against my lower ridge, then gently biting my painfully swollen head. Still kneeling, her slim hips swivelled around as she worked my cock until her bottom was towards me, her hairless vulva peeking out between parted buttocks. I could see the damp darkness of her slit merely inches from my face as if taunting me. I reached out with my fingers to touch her, craning my neck in an attempt to touch her swelling lips with my tongue. She moved herself away. “Relax, Cucky-Boy,” she croaked, her mouth releasing my erection for a moment and rising on her knees. Her ...