Cuckquean Chronicles 02

Fuck. I did. My husband had just told me that - after not being able to cum in my pussy - using me as a fluffer, almost, he came in Erin's pussy in no time flat. Twice. I can't remember the last time I had two of his loads in me at the same time. I remembered the giant glob of cum I saw sliding onto Erin's thigh - that she had milked out of George, while inviting him to breed her. And he did. Enthusiastically. Without control, or second thought. I leaned in to kiss him, hungrily, and he responded with enthusiasm. We broke off, momentarily, and he asked:

"By the way, while Erin and I were just chatting afterwards," he said - and meant, while my soft dick was still buried in your best friend, "she said you two had cooked up a plan for me to give her her first orgasm? What's that?"

"With my help," I told him with a big smile, leaning back in for another kiss, hungry to reclaim my husband and show him what I could do.