[Fm] Her Needs Cum First [cuckold]

The moment she stumbled through the front door, flushed and sweaty, I knew she had been up to no good.

“How was brunch with Melissa?” I kept my tone light, despite the butterflies in my stomach.

“Hm? Oh, fine,” she replied distractedly as she flipped through the mail on the dining table.

“It’s just that you said you would only be a couple of hours, and it’s nearly six,” I said, wincing inwardly at how peevish I sounded.

She stuck her lower lip out in a mock-sympathetic pout. “Aww, poor baby, did you miss me?”

She walked toward me with an exaggerated swaying of her hips. Even after eight years together, the sight of her white, shapely legs emerging from an abbreviated pair of shorts still made my heart race. The outline of her nipples beneath the loose shirt showed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, which was unusual for her. She took my hand, her eyes cast downward in fake contrition.

“Well, if you must know: after brunch, I walked Melissa home and hung out with her roommate Nathan for a bit. Melissa had to go to work, so I ended up staying and talking with him on the couch.”

My mouth felt suddenly dry. “So that’s all you did for three hours,” I asked in what I hoped was a casual manner. “Talk?”

Her eyes met mine and her lips curved in a mischievous smile. “Wellll…” she drawled, as she guided my hand into the leg hole of her shorts and beneath the gusset of her panties. Her pussy was soaked.

I swallowed uncomfortably. “You know,” I began with a slight tremble in my voice, “if you’re going to play with someone I prefer that you tell me about it first.”

She tightened her grip on my wrist and ground herself on my hand. “No you don’t,” she sneered as her eyelids fluttered in pleasure.

She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue deep inside my mouth. I tasted sweat, salt, and a pungent, instantly recognizable tang.

“You taste that,” she breathed as she broke the kiss and gave me a lopsided grin. She seemed drunk, though I detected no hint of booze on her breath. “Do you taste his cum in my mouth?”

Conflicting emotions coursed through me: jealousy, anger, shame – and to my dismay, arousal. I made a half-hearted attempt to assert control of the situation.

“I really don’t like it when you fuck around without checking in,” I mumbled.

“Yes you do.” Her refutation was all the more cruel for being so matter of fact. She laid her hand on the crutch of my jeans, and laughed when she felt how hard I was.

“See? You love it when I’m bad. And even if you didn’t, it wouldn’t matter, because I love it. I love getting fucked whenever I want, by whoever wants to fuck me, without you having a clue until after the fact.”

Still groping my erect cock through my clothes, she put her lips to my ear and whispered, “I fucking love cheating on you.”

The words hit me the way they always did, like a series of punches, and I nearly came in my pants right then and there. I dropped all pretense of resistance and gasped, “what was his cock like?”

“Long and slender,” she replied as she unbuckled my belt. “Not as much girth as I prefer, but it got the job done. He fucked me from behind and reached places inside me that have never been touched before.” I groaned.

She sank to her knees and pulled my jeans and underwear down around my ankles. Clear, sticky fluid dripped from my erect penis toward the floor, which made her leer.

“Messy boy,” she scolded. “Look at you. You can’t control yourself. Your wife comes home freshly fucked and all you can do is leak all over the place.” With a flick of her tongue she removed the strand of precum, and I shuddered.

“Oh you like that, do you?” With a smooth motion she pulled off her shirt to reveal her full, pale breasts with their pink nipples. “Would you like some more of that? Would you like me to suck you off like I sucked off Nathan just a little while ago? Do you want sloppy seconds with my mouth?”

“Yes,” I rasped through gritted teeth. “God, yes. Yes please.”

Her mouth engulfed my cock and it was all I could do not to instantly explode. She rested her hands on my thighs and hollowed her cheeks as she bobbed her head back and forth. My legs began to tremble.

“Fuck,” I panted over and over as the sensations coursed through me like an electric current. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Years of experience had made us exquisitely attuned to each other. Just as she heard my breathing change to signal that my climax was imminent, she pulled away.

“You want to cum, baby?” She gave me a few wet strokes with her hand, and I gasped. “You want to cum in my mouth?”

“Y-y-yessss…” I hissed.

“Too bad.” She let go of my cock abruptly and rose to her feet. “I want to get off too, and my needs come first. I’m going to go upstairs and use my toy. You do whatever you have to do.”

She began to climb the stairs, but stopped me when I moved to follow her.

“I didn’t say you could join me,” she said with a wicked smile. “If you want, you can crouch at the door like a dog and jack yourself off while you listen to me make myself cum over and over again. If you do, just remember that your wife cheated on you with another man, and drank his cum, and you don’t even get to see her naked today.”

With that, she closed the door. I sank to the floor, cock in hand, just as she knew I would.

She screamed out Nathan’s name when she came.

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