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"Don't worry about Mr. Johnson," I told him. "We don't need to worry about him. He'll just have to be okay with this." I didn't want to tell him too much. Trevor looked confused, but didn't pursue the subject.
Trevor put his shorts on and went back to work. I lounged for a bit longer, watching him, letting him see me, but I still had an itch and I needed to get it scratched.
"I'm going to go on in, Trev," I called to him. "See you next week?"
"I sure hope so, Mrs. J.!" he replied. "Thanks a lot!"
I looked over at him. "Oh, it was my pleasure, Mr. Hamilton, I'm sure" I smiled at him, pulled on my robe, and went in the house. I went upstairs to find Bill sitting on the side of the bed with his pants down. I went over to him and started kissing him and pushing him down on the bed. I was still on fire and needed sex. I was kissing him deeply and passionately, and felt around for his hard little penis. I wanted it in me as soon as possible. When I found it, it was completely flaccid, and sticky. Oh, no! I thought to myself.
"Did you just come, sweetie?" I asked him.
"Yeah, for the second time," he answered. "I don't think I'm going to be able to get it up for while. I came while you were watching him work naked, and I came again when you were sucking him off and swallowing his cum." I felt terribly frustrated. I was still on fire and needed relief. I thought briefly about going back downstairs and going all the way with Trevor, but my good instincts allowed me to fight back that urge.
"Make me come, then baby. Do it with your mouth," I pleaded. I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. Bill stood at the foot of the bed and leaned forward.
As he moved his lips towards my need, he asked me, "Did you want to fuck him, Fran? Did you want him to fuck you with that big cock of his?"
"Yes," I answered immediately. "I wanted him to fuck me with that giant cock of his." Bill started licking up and down my cunt, stopping to suck my clit into his mouth and flick it with his tongue. "I wanted him to split me open with his big cock. Then I wanted to suck him until he exploded in my mouth again, and I wanted to get every drop of it." I was getting excited telling Bill this. And every word of it was true. Not that I would do it, but I wanted to.
Bill licked me and fingered me until I had an orgasm, but it wasn't quite the same. I needed a penis in me. I needed a large penis in me. I thought again about Trevor, but again, I dismissed the thought. I couldn't.
Bill started asking me about what it was like to suck such a big cock, and what I was thinking when Trevor was coming in my mouth. I tried to answer as best I could, but I was still very horny. I told Bill I needed a shower, and I went in and got under the hot blast. I picked up the shampoo bottle, and rubbed it up against the lips of my pussy. When it was up against the slippery opening of my vagina, I gently gave it a push. It slid in just a bit. "Oh," I said softly. I pushed it in just a bit more, and thought of Trevor's giant cock. "Oh," I said again. I pushed it all the way in and then began sliding it slowly and gently in and out. It was too hard, but it still felt wonderful. I needed to be filled up with something, anything. I pushed it all the way in and held it there, and then had a small orgasm that was just in my vagina. It was like a small ripple through my pussy, as the inner walls compressed the shampoo bottle as my vaginal muscles contracted with the orgasm. It was quiet, nice, and it lasted for a only a few moments.
I washed up and got out of the shower, drying my hair with a soft, fluffy towel. I reached for my toothbrush to brush my teeth, but stopped. I could still taste Trevor in my mouth, and I wanted to savor the taste for as long as I could.
When I went downstairs, Bill was in the kitchen making dinner. He was wearing one of my aprons, and told me that dinner would be ready soon. One thing you have to understand: Bill never made dinner. I always made dinner.
I guess Bill's new life as a cuckold had begun.
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Hope you're all enjoying this series! Tell us what you think, and don't forget to vote! As always, I try to answer all emails from readers.
-Heironymous
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 2 months agoThe story took a downturn when she felt the need to humiliate her husband and belittle him to the other guy. She could have just enjoyed the thrill of doing something taboo without being contemptuous toward her husband when he was the one who enabled the whole thing.
shymalea6 months agoThat,s just how our marriage is,cleaning the house and do dirty wash in housemaiduniform before i can jerk off on wifes pussy and lick it all up,thank you for this great cuckoldstory,very hot
rodryder44over 1 year agoVery erotic. Was hoping Bill would get his cuckold wish. You should do another chapter,.ii
Anonymousover 5 years agoDivorce papers. Because who would stay with a women that obviously has no love or respect for him? Stupid story.
Heironymousover 10 years agoAuthor.....and it's to those for whom this IS a turn-on that I targeted this story. Every human has things that turn them on and things that don't. The 8 year old kid who sees his older sister's panties in the hamper and gets feelings he doesn't understand at 8; he still doesn't understand why women's panties turn him on at 38. So, I can tell you the value: most readers who read Literotica do so to become aroused. Being humiliated by a cheating wife does turn some men on, so it arouses them, thus the story has value.......to them.
Some men ask their wives to dance naked for them because it turns them on; some men ask their wives to have their breasts augmented because big tits turn them on; some men ask their wives to wear a blindfold because it turns them on. Some men ask their wives to fuck others because it turns them on. Doesn't arouse you? I get that. But do you also condemn men who ask their wives to dance or wear a blindfold and velvet handcuffs just because it's not your thing? Live and Let Live, I say.
