Just One Perfect Night (and Morning) of Cuckolding…

Just One Perfect Night (and Morning) of Cuckolding…

I’m imagining a scenario.

You need to be at work early this morning. You have a big project due, and it’s taking a lot out of you.

Dinner last night was wonderful, with the three of us talking, and your Sir touching and flirting with me all night, right in front of you. You paid the tab before you parted from us to go home and get some much needed rest.

When you went to bed at 10, I was still out with Sir. On a date, getting fucked. As you drift off, you imagine his large masculine frame covering me, his dark arms wrapped around me, and his impressive cock making me scream out in pleasure.

You feel me crawling into bed around midnight, and I cuddle up next to you. I’m tired, and I know you are too, so I just reach around and play with your cock and nipples a little bit, not fully waking you for sex, but giving you the knowledge that I still love, adore, and want you. You smile muzzily and fall back asleep.

You wake up about 20 minutes early in the morning, knowing that you want to spend some time with me before you take your shower and get ready for work. You crawl under the covers, and you can immediately scent your Sir’s leavings all over my body. The salty scent of his sweat, the light tang of his cologne, and the deeper, musky smell of his cum.

You slide immediately down to my pussy and start nosing around, gently pulling my folds apart with your fingers, breathing in deeply.

You can’t hold back, and in just a few seconds, you are lapping and sucking his leftover cum from me.

My fingers slide down through your hair as I wake, and wrap around your head, pulling you closer, deeper. My hips grind against your face, and you have me cumming, over and over, in no time, cleaning me properly, and paying tribute to the woman you love more than life itself.

When I’m done, I push you away, and tell you to get in the shower. I know you have work this morning, and I don’t want to throw off your schedule.

As you step out of the shower, and get ready for work, you notice I’m no longer in bed. You get dressed and head down to the kitchen, to make your coffee to take into work with you. You know you’ll need it today.

You find me in the kitchen, finishing up breakfast. You make your coffee next to me, and follow me out to the table.

“Take your shirt off, my pet. I want to mark you as mine before you go into work.”

You do as you’re told, happily putting your freshly showered face between my legs and bringing me to orgasm several times.

Once I have covered your face with my juices, and I feel like I can make it through the rest of the day, I instruct you to put your shirt back on. I watch as I take a bite of breakfast.

Mmmm. I love watching you dress. You are a sexy man.

I smile as I say, “You are such a wonderful good boy. Eat your breakfast quickly, so you can get to work.”

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  1. Very nice story I so often fantasize that my wife is out on a date with her Bull. I work hard around the house to keep neat and clean her specially when she has her Bull over. I can hear them upstairs in the master bedroom how much she’s enjoying his big cock. After he leaves she calls to me I kneel next to the bed she then tells me how much she loves me then invites between her legs to cleanup the “Gift” she has for me

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