CUCKOLD EROTICA

Bringing My Coworker Home to Fuck in Front of my Husband

“Spread your legs,” James told me. “Let me see the mess he made.”

“The new guy at work is really sweet and cute,” I mentioned to my husband, James, over dinner. Honestly, I was hoping to spark jealousy. James had commented on his own coworker’s nice ass last week and it had really pissed me off.

I was playing hardball. Showing him that he wasn’t the only one that could play the game of “straying eyes”.

“You should invite him over,” James remarked.

Not the jealous reaction I’d been hoping for.

But, refusing to give up that easily, I called his bluff.

“Sounds like a good idea. I’ll ask him over for drinks after our next shift.” I smirked, pleased with myself for taking this to the next level. I knew that James was trying to act like he was above being jealous just so that he could pretend to be better than me. More in control of his emotions.

Bullshit.

When the next day rolled around, I was surprised when James texted me at work, confirming that I’d made the invitation.

“Yeah, he’s coming home with me tonight when we get off work.” I texted.

Actually, I hadn’t even asked him yet. I was sure that James was going to tell me he was just joking. I had no idea what game he was trying to play here, but he was going to lose, I’d make sure of it.

I went to go find Dillon. “Hey, would you like to come to my apartment for a drink this evening?” I asked him. “You seem like a nice guy, and since you’re new in town I thought you might need some friends?” I gave him a friendly smile.

“I’d love to,” he enthusiastically agreed. It didn’t go unnoticed that his eyes were on my cleavage the whole time I spoke to him.

“Great, we’ll meet by the front doors after we close.”

James rode home with me, and we chatted and flirted the whole way. He really was super cute and charming, and I knew my trick was going to work. There’s no way James wouldn’t be jealous of him.

When we got home, James was nowhere to be seen, but I knew he was home, since his car was on the street. I figured he must be upstairs in the bedroom.

“Good,” I thought. “He can listen to Dillon flirt with me until he decides to come down and put a stop to it.”

I hadn’t told Dillon I was married. I fixed us both a drink and joined him on the couch. He barely took two sips of his drink before his hands were on my thighs.

“You know, you’ve got really nice legs,” he told me.

I blushed, enjoying the attention.

“You think so?” I smiled, and he ran his hands along my thigh, inching higher and higher. “Thanks. You’ve got nice lips.”

He leaned in and kissed me. This was going a little further than I’d planned, but his kiss felt really good, so I didn’t stop him.

I still hadn’t heard from James. He was bound to walk in any minute. Serves him right.

Dillon was a really good kisser. Before I knew it, his hand was under my shirt, easing it off of me, until I was topless. He had my nipple in his mouth immediately, and dear god, I was done for.

I clawed at his pants where I could already see the outline of a nice, thick erection. I had his cock out in seconds, sliding the salty goodness down my throat, getting him nice and wet.

Let James walk in on me now and not be jealous, I thought.

Dillon groaned as I sucked his cock, but he wanted more.

So did I. I was ready to ride him hard.

He helped me get my pants off and he slid his own trousers down to his ankles, sitting his bare ass on my husband’s spot on the couch.

“Sit that pussy right here,” he growled, pulling me onto his lap, his cock at attention for me.

I straddled him and slid down, unable to suppress the moan that came from my lips as his length impaled me. He had the perfect cock. I couldn’t stop myself from fucking Dillon to save my life.

“That’s it, ride that cock,” Dillon urged me, slapping my ass.

I knew James could hear everything. Sound travels in this house.

He must be dying of jealousy and shame. The thought turned me on more as I rode my hot coworker’s cock until I noisily came.

Once I was done, I begged Dillon to come inside of me. “Don’t pull out, baby. Come deep inside me!” I moaned.

With a grunt, Dillon came, holding my hips down while he pumped me full of his cream.

We peeled apart from each other, Dillon’s spent cock dripping on our couch with a mixture of our sex.

James appeared at the top of the stairs. He didn’t speak until he got to the bottom. Suddenly, I felt sick for taking this so far. Surely this was going to be the end of our marriage.

“I’m sorry, James.”

“Who the fuck is that?” Dillon scrambled to put his pants on.

“My husband,” I told him.

“Fuck, you could’ve told me…I’m getting out of here.”

James held out his hand, stopping him. “I’ve always wanted to see my wife fuck another man. You’re welcome back anytime.”

Dillon looked stunned. I know I was.

“Alright, then. Uh, see you at work Chelsea.” He left, shaking his head.

“Spread your legs,” James told me. “Let me see the mess he made.”

I leaned back, opening my legs for my husband. He knelt in front of me and licked along my slit, tasting the leftovers. He continued eating and sucking my pussy, like he was starving for it.

I came again as my husband cleaned me up. I guess we both won this time.

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