Sorry Bob, your wife pays my rent [MFM][cuckold][prost]

Standing on her doorstep, I put some gum in my mouth, cranked my head side to side, toughening up into a rough neck dressed in a plaid cotton work shirt, jeans topped with a big rodeo buckle. It felt like Halloween to me but this is what she likes. I rang the doorbell, feeling the warmth in my loins from the dick drug I took 30 minutes ago. With her, I need Viagra.

Patricia answered it dressed in a purple satin slip and matching robe. She was tipsy, wobbling in mule heels with a tumbler of bourbon on ice in her hand.

“Hello, lover,” she said, gesturing for me to enter.

She had one of those western themed house with oversized leather furniture, pony skin pillows and Navajo rugs, all under a glass eyed gaze of stuffed big game animals scattered throughout her home. A Patsy Cline song crooned on her sound system.

She said, “You’re looking delicious tonight.”

“Thanks.”

I stood in her foyer, not taking another step until I get my fee.

“Oh, here,” she said, handing me an envelope which I opened to confirm seven one hundred dollar bills.

“Come on, stud.”

I pocketed the money and followed her out the living room and up the stairs.

“Now, you,” she slurred. “You’re a winner. Making All American at seventeen. My husband is a loser. He blew an eight million dollar deal today. Eight mill! Had to open his stupid mouth and blow the whole damn deal.”

We rounded the corner to her massive bedroom and I stopped at the doorway, stunned at the sight before me.

Mr. Hammond sat blindfolded on the ground in his boxer shorts, t-shirt and black socks in a far corner, his arms restrained behind him, with a pair of purple panties stuffed in his mouth. I’d never done a threesome but this didn’t exactly count. Poor Bob.

I walked over to him and sat on my haunches to face him. He shifted his head, sensing me nearby.

“Hey man, you all right?”

He nodded yes.

She said, “Of course he’s alright.”

I asked, “Do you consent to this?”

He nodded again. Mrs. Hammond towered over the both of us until I stood up beside her.

She said, “My husband is a sorry sack of shit. He’s lousy at business and he’s lousy in bed. He’s never really heard what it sounds like when a woman is satisfied.”

She leaned down to his ear and said, “Well you’re going to hear it tonight, baby.”

She dropped down onto all fours beside Bob, her lips hovering near his ear until she looked back at me over her shoulder.

“Come here, stud. Come fuck mama.”

I unbuckled my pants, let them drop and fell to my knees before sliding her satin slip up over her naked ass, slapping it because my cock twitches at the sound of slapping flesh. Bob tilted his head, peeking from under the satin sleep mask, where he was more than likely catching sight of my legs between his wife knees, stroking my cock hard with one hand while ripping open a condom with my teeth to slide it down my rod.

I wanted to hurt the bitch for torturing Bob. I want her to feel it until next week.

Mrs. Hammond said, “Fuck me hard. I want him to hear your balls slap against my cunt.”

I guided my dick to her gushiness and plunged it in deep and hard. How does such a cold woman have such a warm cunt?
I fucked her doggy style, my thighs smacking into hers. Her cheek bumped against Bob’s smushed face and her shoulder knocked against his throat with each thrust.

“Yeah, baby,” she wickedly crooned in his ear.

He kind of whimpered and grunted as his wife’s skin rubbed against him. The whole scene was kind of turning me on, my fingers sliding on her satin covered hips. Maybe I didn’t need the Viagra after all.

She asked, “Do you hear that, Bobby?”

She tapped me to stop. She crawled forward until her hip rested against Bob’s ear. I entered her again. My pelvis rubbed against his face as I fucked his wife. I could hear my balls slapping against her. It echoed off the walls.

She started moaning, started bucking back against me, mashing poor Bob up against the wall. We were rubbing our bodies against Bob’s face with every thrust, literally fucking on him as his wife wickedly moaned in delight. I actually might cum.

In choppy words, she said, “Yeah, baby, oh yeah.”

Patricia came with a low sexy groan. I drove deep inside and stayed in her as she quivered around my dick before she collapsed onto Bob. He shifted under her with a hard-on bulging from his shorts.

I stood up, snapped off the condom, pulled my pants up and was zipping them up when Patricia crawled to face Bob. She pulled the panties from his mouth, leaving him blindfolded. His breathing was ragged. She kissed his gaping mouth.

“You know I love you,” she lovingly said to him. “I need you to do better.”

She was kissing him, sucking the oxygen from him and he hungrily kissed her back when I left their bedroom. I felt dirty and sorry for Bob. His evil wife spent his money to humiliate him. I guess he likes it. I took a shower when I got home, drank a beer, ate some cold pizza, watched some porn to get rid of this hard on before falling asleep.

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