i made my b*****r A CUCKOLD - Sex Stories

i made my b*****r A CUCKOLD

... looked at me in a way that I can't described. I really felt awkward. I'd surely eaten quite a bit of my b*****r's residual spent semen from his previous session with her. He had to know that. I felt so silly as I got up and tried to compose myself and ended up wiping my face with the same towel that my wife had used to sop up the previous lusty mess they'd made earlier. To make matters worse my wife reminded me about cleaning up the sticky mess in my pajamas. There was a low chuckle between them as I was about to leave the room. Nick was positioning himself between my wife's shapely legs in a more conventional manner than I had just been in. However, Before I could leave, my wife asked me to do one more thing. &#034Honey be a dear, and put Nick in for me.&#034 She said with a lusty smile on her lovely face. Not knowing what else to do, even though I know now I was being purely humiliated by my wife, I passively gripped his huge stalwart rigid penis and guided it into her juicy cunt. --- &#034Honey, I think we may need to have some practical rules of operation for the three of us.&#034 I listened intently. What she said was practical but again, humiliating to me once again -- whether she knew it or not. Her rule was that Nick would make love to her first whenever we were both to fuck her in the same day. &#034You see honey, and I know you can't help it. But all you do when you go first is get me aroused with your little thing, and then after you come, which is usually in a ...

... very short time, you spend so much time sucking my pussy to get me off, you're tired and I've still only come once, at the most twice. I still feel frustrated and not satisfied. Now when Nick is through with me, what you can do for me really works out well for both of us. You get off and your tongue doesn't have to work so hard and it feels so soothing on my bruised and ravished cunt, and it really feels good to get off when you do that to me.&#034 She did say that when Nick wasn't around and she needed a quickie, than my tiny prick and tongue would be more than welcomed as a way, in her words, &#034to take the edge off her horniness,&#034 while she was waiting on his big dick. Again, I was at a loss for words. I'd basically been relegated to &#034sloppy seconds&#034, literally, whenever my b*****r was around. --- At five months, Betty's stomach was huge. However, I'd never seen her looking more radiant wearing her many colorful maternity outfits. When we were out and about she was the perfect adoring wife giving me all the credit for impregnating her. That really sent my self esteem through the clouds even if it was only until I returned home to the stark reality of me being nothing more than a pathetic figurehead of a husband and man, desperately trying to hold on to his wife and keep the marriage intact. As she got more swollen, Betty also became increasingly more dominant and arrogant when we were alone or at home and especially in the presence of Nick. She seemed to be ...