CUCKOLD EROTICA| HOTWIFE |CREAMPIE
My Wife’s Bull Ruined Her Pussy
I knew there was no way I could ever satisfy her again.
“You want me to fuck him, don’t you? And you want to watch?” My cock twitched at the sound of my wife’s words, and she got a twinkle in her eyes. “You want to watch me ride his big cock until I come all over it, don’t you baby?”
She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear me say it again.
“You know I do, honey. I want to see you take his big cock in all your little pussy until you scream.”
I reached under her dress and pulled her thong to the side. My finger dipped into her tight pussy, already slick and ready for a big cock.
“I can’t wait.” she mumbled, grinding against my palm. “ It’s going to be so good. He’s so much bigger than you are.”
The doorbell rang. “That must be him now,” I said.
I went over to answer the door, greeting my wife’s bull with an extended hand that still had her juices on it. Just like every time he showed up, I got all nervous and embarrassed, and thought of calling it off. But I knew that even if I did, neither of them would listen to me. Once he was here, they were going to fuck whether I liked it or not.
He stepped inside, not even bothering to look at me. His eyes were locked on my wife.
“Thanks for inviting me over, sexy.” He tossed his jacket at me, then took my wife’s hand and kissed it.
“My pleasure.” She smiled and gestured to the couch. “Have a seat and let me get us all something to drink.”
He watched her ass sway in her short dress as she sauntered off toward the kitchen. He took a seat on the couch, and I sat in the arm chair across the room. He smirked at me, spreading his legs wide on the sofa, taking up all the space he needed.
My wife reappeared in the living room, carrying some beers. She handed us each a bottle, purposefully bending over at the waist in front of her bull as she handed him his drink to give him an even better view of her exaggerated cleavage.
Taking a seat next to him on the couch, she turned toward him, crossing her legs and causing her tight dress to hike up. She stole a wicked glance at me.
My phone rang, and I realized it was my boss. Dammit. I didn’t want to leave them alone together. I was supposed to get to watch them, otherwise I was just getting cheated on. But I needed to take the call. “I’ve got to take this, sorry. Can you wait just a minute?”
My wife gave me an annoyed look, and her bull pretended not to hear me, his hand already on her knee.
I returned the call, peeking around the corner from the hall as I half-listened to my boss. My wife had her hand on his bicep now, and was stroking his arm and giggling. They weren’t waiting for me. I’d always been in the room when my wife fucked another man, but this time she was doing it without me.
She unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, twice the size of mine. Dark, smooth, and thick.
I ended the call, but I couldn’t bring myself to walk back into the room. I stood and watched from the hall, like the perverted voyeur that I am. Something about not being in the room made it feel all the more taboo.
My wife dropped to her knees in front of him, first licking the tip, and then sucking his head into her mouth like a lollipop. He groaned, his hand tangled in her blonde hair.
My wife worked him, taking him deeper as he guided her to suck his cock.
I unzipped my own pants, leaning against the wall, watching my wife suck another man’s cock while I played with myself.
“Yeah, suck me good,” he pushed his hips into her face, and she took him all, her eyes hooded with lust.
She reached up and began massaging his balls, which filled up her hand. Then, stroking his massive cock with her other hand, she dipped her head down and ran her tongue along his balls. She’d never touched me like that.
She made little noises as she sucked him, until he grabbed her arms and pulled her up onto his lap, pulling up her skirt so that she straddled him. “It’s time for that pussy to get filled up, sweetheart. You want that cock inside you now?”
“God, yes,” she cried, eagerly grinding her hips on him. He fisted his cock, lining it up to my wife’s pussy.
“What about your husband, hm?” He pinched her hard nipples through her dress.
“I don’t want his cock, I want yours,” she moaned. “Please,” she begged, desperate to be filled by her bull.
He pushed the straps of her dress down over her shoulders , letting her huge bouncy breasts fall into his face. He grabbed her thong and pulled it away, tearing it in two and tossing it aside.
She gyrated her hips on the end of his dick, letting him suck her big tits and maul them with his hands.
“I’m going to ruin your little pussy! You won’t even be able to feel your husband’s small dick once I’m done with you!”
He stood her up and turned her around, pushing her knees onto the couch and grabbing the globes of her ass. Her ass and pussy were completely open and exposed to him, and to me.
He thrust his huge dick into her in one swift motion, balls deep. “She’s nice and wet!”
He thrust into her, eliciting a moan from her every time her ass pressed against his hard body.
“It feels so good,” she wailed. “Yes, fuck me!”
Her bull looked over his shoulder at me while he pounded my wife, catching me watching from afar. He laughed as I stood there fisting my own cock.
He toyed with her clit as he fucked her. “Let your husband see you cream all over me!”
My wife shook violently as her bull gave her an orgasm. He let out a groan as he threw his head back and pushed his dick ever deeper into her, spurting his seed straight into her bare pussy.
I came too, and once again sat with my own stickiness covering my hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he stepped back and slapped my wife’s ass, making her pale globes jiggle before she collapsed, spent and well-fucked.
He stuffed his cock back into his pants, kissed my wife, and left us both to our messes.
I watched my wife. She sat with her tits still out, and cum dripping down her leg.
“Come in here honey, I’m still horny,” she called out, and started playing with her sopping wet pussy. “Come lick me.”
I went to my gorgeous wife, dropping to my knees and burying my face in her pussy, tasting her bull on her. Her lips were red and stretched and swollen, and I knew there was no way I could ever satisfy her again. Not after him. Even if I couldn’t fill her like he could, she at least still needed me for this.
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