I’m in the guest room listening for her to ring the bell for service. I’ve heard them fucking on and off for an hour or so. He fucked her for a half an hour first, as I listened intently from the other side of the wall. I can tell by the sound what position they’re doing sometimes. In doggy style she grunts and gasps, but in missionary she moans deep and loud. I picture her with legs wrapped around his torso, welcoming his thrusts, deep into her pussy, wantonly, lustfully. She came twice already. Then he came with loud grunts of determination. After a quiet period, when I was expecting to be summoned, they started up again.
Thinking about it, I call to memory other times, other lovers she’s had. How she often lets me stay in the master bedroom with her as they start, to see to their needs, and to tease me. Sometimes she’ll compare my cock, minimized by my chastity cage, to that of her lover, who is generally chosen for his endowment. Sometimes she’ll humiliate me in other ways – having me worship her feet, kissing her toes, licking her soles, even ordering me to smell the insoles of her shoes which hold the perspiration of those beautiful feet – a scent which is slightly repellent, but musky and intoxicating at the same time. She’ll often have her lover watch in amusement as I follow her orders. She also enjoys looking at me while she starts to please him. But at some point she dismisses me with a simple “goodbye honey.” Later, after they finish, she’ll ring her little bell and I’ll return to her bedchamber to clean her with my tongue. Some of her men enjoy watching me do it. Others don’t. Sometimes she doesn’t want to bother the man with me coming to the bedroom, so she’ll quietly come to the guest room and straddle my face to drop his cum into my mouth and get off once more.
This time she does ring the bell, and it startles me out of my reverie. I feel a shock of anticipation and anxiety.
When I enter her room – what used to be our room – he’s lying on his side, turned away from her, possibly asleep already. He’s on what was once my side of the bed. The floor is strewn with bits of her clothing – her dress, panties, bra, heels. She beckons me over to the bed and spreads her legs. I see her beautiful pussy glistening with his cum. It’s clearly used – well-fucked and loose, like a beautiful but wilted flower. She sees that I’m aroused and straining at my chastity cage, and shows some momentary pity, saying, “oh, that must be so frustrating for you,” but then forgets that and directs me to begin cleaning her, adding, “it’s a double load in there tonight.” I look down and see a big pearly glob of semen at her opening and a thinner trickle tracing down to her asshole.
I start there, with a long slow gentle lick upwards and she responds with a soft humming moan. The glob of cum is right in front of my face. Another man has shot his cum in my wife’s pussy. It’s right there. She let him. She wanted him to do it. She begged for it. Her pussy, her whole body, had welcomed him, and here he had soiled her. His fluid filled her and was now oozing out. I take that thought in for a moment and let it arouse and humiliate me all at once. It also reminds me that she is a self-possessed sexual creature determined to take her pleasures how she sees fit, regardless of traditions and taboos – maybe even because of them. It fills me with respect and inspires worship – worship I will now pay to her pussy. I hungrily lap up the fresh cum her lover has left behind. His is a nice salty-sweet, and quite viscous. I hold it in my mouth a moment and savor it. Then I swallow it down, feeling it stick a bit at the back of my throat.
As I return to lap at her opening and labia, she writhes a bit and pushes out another dollop, this one mixed with her own buttery juices. I lick and swallow hungrily, again and again, with each pulse of her body and each new run of his seed. Before long I’ve cleaned most of it and shift my focus to her clit. With a soft moan she says, “that’s right, honey, make me cum just one more time.” So I gently lick and suck at her clit and she runs a free hand through my hair, pulling my head into her groin a little tighter, while tugging at a nipple with the other. I manage to find a sweet spot, sucking her engorged button into my mouth and rhythmically massaging it with my tongue. “That’s it, honey. Don’t stop,” she whispers, “make me cum.” I do as I’m told and feel her writhe and buck a little as she nears climax. Then she shudders and grips my head, holding my mouth tightly to her pussy as she releases into orgasm. “I’m cumming, honey. I’m …”
I feel such pride and worship for her, but look up when her voice falls silent and is replaced by the sound of kissing. He’s making out with her. Her other hand is devotedly caressing his face as they seem to devour each other. One of his massive hands caresses her breast, pinching a nipple that stands at full attention. Then that hand slides down to stroke his cock, engorged again and leaking precum. It’s around nine inches long, veiny, dark, and with a slight downward curve. She has told me it touches some place inside her I can never reach. The thin foreskin comes just over the edge of the hood, the head poking out proudly. I find it erotic and alluring. His cock looks like it means business. I have a desire to take that beautiful member in my mouth and thank it for providing my wife with such pleasure. It must be amazing to feel it sliding inside, driving its way deeper and deeper. I long to feel it myself sometime. But I know he doesn’t want me. He wants her, and he will have her … again.
His hand moves to her crotch, replacing my face as I move back and away. He fondles her clit and slides a finger inside her. This draws an excited giggle from her lips as she realizes her pleasure is not over for the night. She glances down at me … maybe with a hint of the love she once felt, maybe a touch of pity, and says, “goodbye honey.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bwykfr/goodbye_honey_a_chastity_cuckold_quickie
Amazing hot wife/cuckold story. Well written.