Cuckold On Our Honeymoon [Cuckold][Cheat][Loving Wife]

The wheels of the convertible mustang glided across the smooth grey road.

“Where’d you pick?” John asked his newlywed wife.

Sarah smiled a little at the question. The wind whipped through her blonde hair and exhilaratingly swooned over her unblemished and petite face.

“The View,” she told her husband; the woman raised her contented and cheerful voice over the sound of the rushing breeze.

“It’s wonderful,” Sarah promised him.

John smirked and gave his beautiful spouse a sidelong glance.

“I’m sure it’ll be wonderful for us tonight,” the man commented.

Sarah laughed. The woman leaned over the gap between their two beige leather seats and laid her head upon John’s firm shoulder.

“I can’t wait,” she said in a happy intonation.

The fingers of the woman’s left hand crept over to dance lightly on the man’s right thigh.

At first her lover’s body stiffened a bit at the physical contact, but then he began to hum slightly as Sarah’s palm crept closer to the growing bulge in his expensive and tightly-fitting tuxedo slacks.

“So much fun,” Sarah teased him verbally while accosting his senses with her feminine touch.

***

The two stepped through the door of the lavish hotel room.

John was glad that his wife had chosen such a nice place for them to stay. He could afford it and he definitely wanted to start off this next stage of their long relationship by spoiling her. He truly enjoyed giving Sarah whatever she wanted and he loved her even more for never taking true advantage of his giving nature.

The man watched his wife fall back, in an endearing and carefree fashion, upon the pink sheets of their newlywed suite’s bed. The large and cushioned piece of furniture barely shook at all as it readily dispersed the blonde’s bodyweight and absorbed the edges of her form in its softly firm embrace.

John smiled.

“The bed any good?” he asked Sarah as he deposited their bags off to the side of the room’s dresser; his tone was laced with a jovial coyness.

“It’s fluffy!” Sarah said back to him after making a happy hum.

John laughed. “I bet.”

The man’s eyes lingered over to something that was sitting on the dresser that he was standing in front of. His eyebrow raised a little bit.

“What’s this?” he asked Sarah and pointed to the thing that had caught his attention.

Sarah leaned up on the bed and propped her palms behind her body.

“Well–” she said in a playful lingering tone. “It’s a camera.”

John looked at her questioningly, but not necessarily disapprovingly.

“The hotel people can’t see us right?” he asked his wife.

“No!” Sarah squealed in amused indignation. “It’s one of the old ones; it’s not even digital.”

Her husband glanced back to the camera that was positioned perfectly to capture anything that happened on the room’s bed.
“Do they have one in every room? Seems pretty… modern?”

Sarah bit her lip. “I asked for it.”

The blonde’s stomach tingled when her husband turned to her with a kinky smile.

“Did you now?” John asked her teasingly.

“I thought you might like it?” she told him in a approval-seeking and sultry manner.

John took a step towards the woman.

“I’d definitely love to commemorate the night,” John agreed.

Sarah felt a blushed rush of excitement run down her lower back and ripple out into her upper ass.

“Just what I was thinking, baby,” Sarah agreed.

John had made it to the edge of the bed.

“When do we turn it on?” the man asked teasingly and climbed up to straddle his wife’s lap.

John leaned forward to brush his mouth against Sarah’s own soft lips, but the woman pulled away from her man just slightly.

“I already did,” she whispered.

John’s eyes filled with burning embers of excitement.

“When?” he asked the blonde.

“Right before I laid down,” Sarah said at the same moment as she moved her head forward to finally accept John’s kiss.

Their mouths touched with a marked softness and familiarity.

Sarah’s toes began to feel numbed while her mouth and tongue intertwined with those of her husband’s.

John, meanwhile, felt the nape of his neck begin to float and spin at the touch of the beautiful woman below him. He knew that he had to have more of her.

Sarah felt her core flutter and convulse when she felt John reach under her wedding dress to caress her thigh.

Her kiss with her husband broke momentarily while a small gasp of a moan escaped from her delicate lips.

John’s manhood pulsed at the sound of the woman’s building excitement. He wanted more of her moans too — he knew what he had to do.

Sarah’s face contracted in surprise and sensory overload. John was now kissing her neck.

The man trailed his warm tongue down the dangerously sensitive flesh of her jugular; she could feel every burning second of his enthralling touch.

And then he was placing his lips upon her exposed collar bone, followed by her wedding-dress covered breasts. He traced down her toned body until he reached her calves and then he smiled seductively up at her.

She gasped and lifted her hips while she watched the brunette below her snake his head up under her form fitting wedding gown.

Under the darkness of her formal wear, John lavished his love upon the warm flesh of his former fiance turned wife.

Sarah moaned while her thighs were kissed, licked, and nibbled. She could feel her womanhood being driven into a rising beat of pleasure.

And then he was upon that too.

With a skillful and intoxicating tongue, John traced around the edges of her white and lacey thong. The flesh that he was licking was not sensitive in of itself, but its proximity to Sarah’s core made it feel as if it was to the woman.

“Please” — the blonde woman gasped as she felt herself soaking her lingerie — “get me ready.”

Her spine tingled and fluttered while she thought of the true meaning of her words.

John, oblivious to what was going on in his wife’s head, began to lick up and down the front face of Sarah’s thong. His tongue was pushing the cloth of her underwear up against her soaking folds.
She bucked her hips.

“Please–” she was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door.

Her heart began to beat a good many paces faster as she felt John stop his efforts to please her.

“Didn’t we put a do not disturb thing up?” John asked as he pulled himself out from under Sarah’s dress.

“I’m expecting it,” his wife said; she tried to keep the anxiety that was pooling in her stomach from showing in her voice.

“What do you mean?” John asked her; his expression conveyed that he was very much perplexed.

Sarah leaned down to her husband and kissed him on the forehead.

“You’ve been wanting me to do something for a long time,” she reminded him.

John’s face remained confused for a moment but then his eyes grew wide.

“Sarah–” he hesitantly started to say.

His wife brought him into a very tight hug. A part of her was trying to find the strength to fight off her own trepidation through the embrace.

“It’s our wedding night,” John whispered and reminded her in a soft tone.

“I want it to be so special for you,” Sarah said. “We’ve been making love like this for so long and I love it, but I know you want more, honey.”

John didn’t reply. His face was drained of color, except for his very flushed cheeks.

“Just tell me if you want to say no,” she told him.

Her husband said nothing.

“You can stop it at any time,” she whispered and then squeezed him tight in her arms one more time.

Sarah got off of the bed and then shot him a small glance. His wife gave him a smile.

“Can you go sit in the chair over there?” she asked him in a kind intonation.

John sat up on the bed and looked at her.

“I–” he started to say.

“We kinda need the bed, honey,” Sarah pressed him gently.

John’s throat slowly swallowed.

“Yeah okay,” he said to her; his voice was very bare.

“Thank you, baby,” Sarah whispered to her husband. “I’m going to get the door now. Okay?”

John’s heart skipped just as fast as his wife’s own was also jumping about. His legs felt like lead while he climbed off of the bed and walked over to the large chair that sat a few feet away from it.

He looked over his shoulder and watched Sarah open the door for a man he recognized: it was her best friend.

John had always liked Daniel and had never felt threatened by the man at all. Even now, knowing that it was the very trustworthy man that his wife was opening the door for made him feel more comforted in an odd way. He could trust Daniel not to ever speak of anything that might happen tonight to anyone who he shouldn’t.

“Hey,” Sarah said to Daniel in a welcoming, but somewhat shy, way.

“Hey there to you,” the large and muscular carpenter replied to his long-time friend.

“Do you want to come in?” Sarah asked him.

Daniel smiled. “As long as it’s okay with everyone.”

Sarah had told Daniel beforehand to act as if her husband wasn’t in the room, for the most part anyway, but the other man’s kind nature seemed to have gotten the better of him. He couldn’t help but at least ask to make sure that everything was fine.

Sarah grabbed his hand.

“Yeah,” she told him; there was as much of a smile as she could muster sitting on her lips.

John finally sat down in the chair before him.

Daniel made eye contact with the man. John knew what it meant.
The throat of Sarah’s husband felt very dry. He nodded his approval to his wife’s best friend.

Daniel simply nodded back and then turned his attention back to John’s wife.

Sarah led Daniel to the edge of the bed.

“Can we sit?” she asked her friend.

The large man whose hand the woman was holding sat down upon the edge of the bed and she followed his lead.

Sarah felt some relief in seeing the carpenter take charge even in such a small thing.

“Yes please,” Daniel replied to her as he sat.

Sarah fidgeted. She wanted to look sexy for her husband and Daniel, but she was so nervous.

“What do you want to do?” she asked the man sitting beside her.

Daniel smiled knowingly and touched his hand softly to Sarah’s cheek.

The woman grew blush at the contact of the carpenter’s rough skin.

“I want my best friend to feel relaxed,” Daniel replied while he looked compassionately into her eyes.

Sarah felt a conflicted set of emotions pass over her while she looked into Daniel’s green-colored gaze. Her body was saying one thing and her mind mostly agreed, but there was still the part of her that was hesitant.

The woman leaned up to Daniel and closed her eyes. The man was surprised by her forwardness, but embraced her offered kiss nonetheless.

John’s chest hammered and his eyes began to feel shaky while he watched the soft kiss between his wife and the other man as it began to turn more passionate.

Daniel’s tongue crept into the mouth of John’s wife. The woman made a small hum to show her pleasure. Sarah could feel herself loosening up; kissing the man had been a good idea after all — she realized that she had just needed to embrace the moment to overshadow her performance anxiety.

The married woman placed her hands upon Daniel’s sides and started to run them down his body. John had warmed up and aroused her greatly and that feeling hadn’t abated fully — it even seemed stronger now. She needed to have a man touch her — one without any clothes.

Sarah removed Daniel’s shirt and tossed it aside.

“Take it all off, please,” she said to the man that she had been
kissing, but also glanced over to her husband for an instant.

John saw in Sarah’s eyes something very arousing: permission. The woman’s husband reached a shaking hand up to unbutton his pants.

Meanwhile, Daniel was doing the same thing to his own jeans. Sarah was now kissing his neck and soon began to pull his pants down his legs.

“Turn around,” Daniel offered to help Sarah remove her dress.

“No,” Sarah said as she grabbed the edges of the carpenter’s boxers. “Let me wear it.”

Daniel felt a rush of heat flow to his manhood. “Okay.”

Sarah slid off the bed as she removed the man’s boxers. After slipping the underwear off of him, she allowed herself to remain kneeling before his nude body.

Her hands traced his thighs and found his cock. She was quivering while she held him and looked up into his eyes. What she saw in Daniel’s gaze, however, encouraged her: the man was wearing a look of pure pleasure and need that she had never even imagined on the handsome face of her best friend.

Her husband watched as Sarah planted the first kiss on her new
lover’s rather large dick. He was somewhat ashamed that he wanted to see what he was seeing, but that shame only pushed him along further and made his own manhood grown larger in his grasp while he stroked himself.

Sarah trailed her tongue up the largest vein of Daniel’s member all the way up to its head. Her lips stopped and sucked upon the carpenter’s tip for a moment, before she began to open her mouth up to the large tool.

Her womanhood was on fire as she bobbed her head up and down. She could hear her husband pleasuring himself in the corner and Daniel moaning while he reveled in her face’s embrace. The fact that both of these very attractive men were enjoying her in two different ways made her anxiety abate almost fully for the first time that night.

She attacked her new lover’s cock with a passion that was a reflection of the pleasure that she was now feeling welling up inside herself. She felt the man begin to swell and pulse in her mouth.

“Stop!” Daniel moaned. “I need to have you!”

Sarah deepthroated her love one more time, and elicited the largest moan yet from him, before she slowly pulled her mouth up every inch of his member and removed her delicate lips from him.

“Then do it,” she said in a newly confident voice before she licked the man’s cock head one last time.

“Come here,” Daniel gasped; her usually calm and composed friend now looked like a predator — he still looked loving but now also very focused and deadly.

Lust and wildfire burned through Sarah’s veins as the carpenter linked his arms under her armpits and lifted her off of the ground. He pulled her into his lap and forced his tongue into her accepting mouth.

She moaned throughout the kiss. The blonde could feel Daniel’s massive cock pulsing against her leg while the man kissed her — it was like a promise that she now knew that she couldn’t wait to be fulfilled.

And then need got the best of the carpenter. He pushed the woman off of his lap and onto her stomach.

Sarah felt her fit belly touch the soft sheets of the bed. She realized that she was facing her husband. She smiled dominantly while watching her spouse pleasuring himself furiously.

“Fuck my wet pussy,” she told Daniel.

The blonde’s eyes were locked with those of her husband. She could tell that John was lost in a world of shame, pleasure, and taboo satisfaction. For the first time she understood the allure of sexual dominance.

Daniel grunted from behind her; the sound sent a wave of want rippling up her spine.

“With pleasure,” the carpenter replied to her confidently.

John felt his body floating through a sea of bliss that he’d never visited before. With a twisted and deeply set satisfaction, he watched his wife’s wedding dress being hiked up. He couldn’t see her amazing cunt, but he could tell by the look on her and Daniel’s face that the other man was very close to penetrating his wife.

“Oh God! Fuck her!” John moaned.

Sarah herself cried out upon hearing her husband’s lewd words. She truly felt like a fully realized and powerful woman in this moment. She loved her husband and never would have cheated on him, but now she very much appreciated what he was allowing her.

And then Daniel penetrated up inside her and her mind moved beyond appreciation or earthly thoughts. There was now only need in the woman’s mind — a need to be fucked by the man who was filling her so well, even if it wasn’t her husband who would be breeding her cunt.

Her hands balled up the sheets of the bed. She was trying desperately to regain her composure but all she could do was scream and moan. The woman began to bounce her ass back against her best friend’s thrusts.

“Oh fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me, baby!”

She gave in to the pleasure.

Daniel began to pound and moan behind her.

It still wasn’t enough; there was a fire between her legs that just wouldn’t die.

“Harder!” she begged and commanded with all her soul and might.
Daniel gasped. “You’re too fucking hot–”

“I’ve never had this problem–” he said through another moan.
Sarah knew what the man was saying and she knew what she needed — and she was willing to do anything to get it.

“You can cum if you just fucking go faster!” she told Daniel in a powerful voice. “Fill me up if you have to!”

“Okay!” Daniel screamed. “Fuck! Okay!”

Sarah felt her world slip away even further. She screamed in bliss while being fucked harder than her pussy had ever felt before.

John was also nearing the edge. His wife’s confidently slutty words were too much for him; he was seeing the side of Sarah that he had always wanted to. He screamed as his cock began to spasm and unload all over the hotel room carpet.

Daniel, as if in sync with Sarah’s husband, moaned loudly and pulled back on the blonde’s hips.

Sarah, meanwhile, felt her body slip over the precipice of orgasm and rocked with female pleasure. She could feel her insides being coated with spray after spray of Daniel’s cum and she didn’t mind at all. Some small part of her had always planned to take the man’s load — even if she wouldn’t have admitted it before this moment.

Daniel collapsed off of the woman and pulled out of her.

Sarah fell onto her back and closed her eyes. She readily allowed the man who had filled her up to kiss her when he leaned over a moment later.

“John,” Daniel broke off his kiss with Sarah and addressed the other man for the first time. “It’s dangerous for your wife to have so much cum between her legs.”

John looked at the other man. He never thought of calling it a night. He merely rose to his feet and walked over to the room’s bed.

As her husband climbed between her legs, Sarah happily put her hand around the back of his head and pulled him into her cum-filled hole. The man responded just as she had been hoping and she could soon feel him scooping the warm spunk out of her sopping cunt.

“Oh, good boy,” she moaned before aggressively pulling Daniel into another kiss.

The carpenter’s hand slipped under the top of her dress, but she didn’t mind. If she were honest, she felt a newfound love for the man. His hand kneading her body felt quite wonderful.

The blonde lifted her chest to allow Daniel better access to her mounds. Meanwhile, she spread her legs to allow her beloved husband to reach deeper inside her so that he could better savor the remains of her and her best friend’s lovemaking.

While Sarah’s tongue was intertwining with Daniel’s, she began to wonder if there was any way that she could make her husband her permanent cuckold.

How could she bear to lose even a tiny bit of the affection of the two wonderful men before her? Would they ever be willing to share her?

She loved John so much for this night. Why had she ever resisted the idea?

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