it happened again…i came home from work kinda late and my wife had some friends over.
Well, she says friend”s”, but when i got home it was just one guy left.
Not sure who he is entirely, just some one she said she knew through other people I also don’t know.
“Oh…there he is! Come in here and introduce yourself.”
“Hi. I’m Daisy’s husband”, I say.
“Ugh…I’m sorry Steve. This is Todd”, some how she says my name weird…TTo-D…kind’a falls flat in the room.
Steve, apparantly that’s his name, which she, which my wife, managed to say in a normal, almost deeper voice…is much taller than both of us, my wife being a bit taller than me even. He doesn’t reach out to shake my hand, just stands there, my wife doing that half hug thing pointing me out like I’m a display in a zoo.
There’s an awkward silence.
“what brings you over tonight?”, I feebly ask.
“We were just having some fun”, he says, making no mention of who “we” was.
“Everyone else leave already”, i ask in the most suggestive way possible.
“Well, we’re the only ones here so obviously”, my wife snidely responds.
They both turn away together and I hear her say to him: “I’m sorry about TTo-D. I didn’t think you’d have to meet him.”
I have no option but to walk into the other room to put all my gear down, as they head back into the living room, apparently to gather his things.
I drop all my stuff in the office and hit the bathroom (long commute), and when I come out I find that there is no one there and most of the lights are off.
I grab what snacks I find laying around after “the party”, but notice there are only 2 sets of dirty dishes and glasses in the sink, a half eaten tray of cheese and crackers on the counter.
The crackers are stale…they’ve been out for a while.
I hear my wife in the shower upstairs already.
“TTo-d”, I think to myself. How can you say that name so poorly. “TTo-d”. “Oh, this is STEVE”…she got his name right, easy enough. I can’t get my own name out of my head now…”TTo-d”.
Upstairs, she’s just out of the shower…
“Daisy…? Daisy…?”
“What? I’m in the bathroom.”
“Who was Steve”, I ask trying to downplay his name and any concern I have.
“What? No one. Just a man I know….through {some name she says that I can’t hear}”..
“Man”, i think to myself? Not “guy” or “dude”?
“Who?”
“I’ll be out in a minute.”
I noticed she had some wine opened, so I’m kind’a hoping for a little something tonight. I can understand her being around someone good looking like Steve might put her in the mood, so I relax into the bed, still in my work clothes, though i’ve loosened them all.
She exists the bathroom, covered head to toe in a rob, and even a towel wraps her hair on top her head. If not for her beautiful face and hands (she’s even wearing slippers!), I see no skin what so ever. Didn’t realize they made bathrobes with turtle necks!
She barely notices me, but I do notice the grin on her face.
“You have a nice day, darling?”
She’s almost startled by me.
“What? Oh….yeah. It was nice to see him…and the others”, she catches herself. “Haven’t been together in a while.”
Sitting on her side of the bed, back towards me, she dries her hair and tosses the towel over the chair, and somehow slips out of her robe and under the covers in one smooth motion, and turns off her light. No more skin is exposed than before as she’s wearing full PJs, now under the covers, in the dark.
I sit in silence, alone in a room next to my wife, who is at this point pretending to be asleep.
I resign myself to another evening alone, head into the shower myself and clean up.
When I’m done, she is for sure asleep. I stare at her for a minute….she really is beautiful. I never thought of her as a trophy wife, nor do I think she married me for my money, I had none at the time.
My cock swells up watching her, thinking about her and the fun we had. It’s too dark to see details but I know she’s still smiling.
I wonder what happened today, if STEVE…now his name is stuck in my head…
I imagine her kissing him…and they start to make out on our couch. My cock twitches a bit…imagining Daisy…imagining my wife making out with another man.
I’ve found my way into the office, and I’m browsing porn sites…but keep going back to the imagine of my wife on the couch with another man.
My hand rests on my cock, squeezing it….harder the deeper their tongues go into each others mouths…his large hands gropping her big tits….
My balls feel full in my hand as I squeeze them hard through my shorts…my cock stiff.
Browsing around, I land on sites of 3somes…two men treating a woman like a Goddess…worshiping her body, there only to service her needs, her desires, her pleasures.
STEVE.
I come across one video where the girl looks similar to Daisy, to my wife. STEVE…I mean one of the guys in the video has a very large cock. The other guy, just a normal one…not a big porn cock, just a normal one. “Still, bigger than mine”, I mumble outloud.
She pays close attention to the first guy…fuck…let’s just call him Steve. She lavishes Steve with kisses, strokes his cock, his hair…they kiss.
The other guy gets little attention, but still sucks his cock for a bit, probably at the direction of the producer.
When it’s time to fuck, Steve of course gets the call. Daisy…the girl in the video…spits and lubes his fat cock knowing it’s going to stretch her. Wouldn’t have been an issue with the other guy.
As he pushes the tip against her cunt, her eyes widen. There are some girls you can see actually acting in these things, but this time, Daisy isn’t. She’s actually surprised at how big Steves cock head feels against her wet hole.
The other guy is playing with her tits, but he’s also watching Steves cock open her hole…sliding in slowly as even he has to spit on his cock to lube it more.
Basic missionary, Steve is still pushing into her cunt while the other guy is awkwardly fawning at her breasts, trying to kiss her but she’s uninterested…he’s stroking his own cock.
And so am I. Out of habit, I find I’ve been stroking for a while, shorts pulled under my balls, dick in hand stroking to a 3some video, imagining Steves big cock fucking my hot wife while I stand there and watch them.
It’s been a while since I’ve cum. We dont’ really have sex lately, and I’ve been busy so no time for this activity either.
Steve is still plowing into Daisy cunt, which is dripping wet in an attempt to lube this python up as it opens her like no one before. They flipped over now, too, so Daisy’s on top, Steve’s cock, balls and legs are drenched with Daisy, leaking out around his cock.
THe other guy is still there, I think it’s his hands that are still grabbing at her bouncing tits. They look really nice.
He might have actually finished already. His cock isn’t all the hard anymore.
Daisy’s (I’ve just named the girl Daisy) hands are on Steves chest for stablility as she expertly bounces her hips up and down his massive cock. Steve is just laying there with a smile on his face, any other “man” could be struggling to keep from coming. Not Steve. Steve knows what the fuck Steve is doing.
I can’t help but watch his cock disapear inside her, amazed she can take it all so deep. So amazed I actually wonder where it all goes once it’s inside her that far.
I keep pumping, holding back when I need to. I want this to last. I want to last as long as Steve even if that means I have to stop stroking most of the time.
I pinch my nipples. I slap my balls. I still want to cum the instant I touch my deflating cock, but I’m determined to make this last.
They’ve moved to another position, Daisy still on top, but…straddling him side-saddle like. It must tighten her pussy even harder around his cock. His balls look huge.
I look down at my own cock…hard in my hand…the head now pointing right in my face. I used to be a naughty boy…I used to imagine shooting a load right into my own face…my own mouth. I look at Daisy on the video taking Steve’s massive cock. I notice a picture of “my” Daisy on the desk…god she’s beautiful. She deserves a big cock for once in her life.
The thought of Steve…or anyone I mean, making my Daisy as happy as the massive cock in this video is making the fake Daisy, makes me smile.
And as soon as I do, I cum…hard. Cum shoots out of my swollen balls straight up into my grin…it surprises me and I close my mouth out of instinct, but some got through.
I taste is, quick enough that I open my mouth again before the second stream shoots out of my cock. It hits me square in my whore mouth. I think to myself how slutty it is, dirty.
I arch my hips up to try and get closer, sadly the 3rd shot never makes it far enough and lands on my stomach, the rest just leaks out of me.
Steve is still fucking away in the video.
I savour the cum in my mouth. My cum. It’s not a lot but i have to decide now…spit or swallow…the eternal question. Before i can answer I swallow out of habit. Cum slut…I call myself. It feels good. I see the rest dripping down my chest and stomach, pooling in my hand still wrapped around my limping cock….
I couldn’t, could I? I raise my hand to my mouth, and stick out my tongue. Just the tip…
That wasn’t bad.
I look at the picture of Daisy…and without thinking, eagerly start lapping at my cum filled hand. Staring at her, staring at me from the picture….
“Yes, Princess…I’m a cum slut for you. I’ll eat my cum for you, Princess…lap it all up like a good little boy…yes, Princess…I promise…every time. Anything for you, Princess Daisy.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wmkmuq/my_descent_into_cuckoldsissy_p1