Last Friday, I passed out drunk on the couch. My laptop was open on my chest, screen still lit up. Tabs were everywhere. Porn, forums, searches like wife fucks another man while I watch, clean up after bull, cuckold husband confession. Id been in a spiral for weeks. Fantasies I never dared say out loud. But I guess I didn’t close any of it.
The next morning, my wife sat down across from me with her coffee... quiet, too quiet... and said, I saw what you’ve been looking at.
My heart stopped.
She had gone through everything. Forum posts. Saved links. Google searches. My entire history.
She saw it all, every cuckolding fantasy I’ve ever clicked on. And one of them really stood out to her.
That one… where you clean me up after another man finishes inside me… is that something you actually think about?
I didn’t lie.
I told her the truth. That I didn’t expect her to do anything, that I loved her, that it was just a fantasy. But yes… I thought about it a lot. More than I wanted to admit.
I made her feel safe. I kissed her. Told her I loved our life. That I didn’t want anything to change.
She didn’t say much. Just nodded and said softly, Okay. I’ll think about it.
My wife has always been... adventurous. Not just sexually, but in everything she does. When she makes up her mind, she commits…fully.
A few weeks went by.
Then last Friday, as I was wrapping up work, I got a text.
I have a surprise for you tonight.
You won’t believe what I have waiting.
I’m in the bedroom. Come find me.
I asked what it was. She replied:
You’ll have to see for yourself…
My chest tightened.
By the time I pulled into the driveway, my heart was pounding. I stepped inside and heard her upstairs… muffled voices, laughter, the creak of our bed.
Then I heard her say, breathless, oh my god… I think he’s home.
I walked up the stairs in a trance.
Opened the bedroom door.
And there she was completely naked, sitting on the edge of the bed, tits out, her skin flushed and glowing.
And standing next to her was him.
A guy from her office. Tall. Broad. Muscular. In way better shape than me.
And his cock was huge.
It was in a different league.
My stomach twisted. He was bigger, stronger... everything I wasn’t. I hated how jealous I felt. Hated that my wife looked so calm, so turned on. I wanted to be sick. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fight him. I wanted to watch. I didn’t know who I was in that moment, just that I couldn’t look away.
I wondered if she had already slept with him before. If this wasn’t the beginning... but a reveal.
She stood up, walked over to me slowly, and kissed me softly.
I could taste him on her lips.
Then she whispered, you’re going to watch me get fucked raw by a big cock.
Her voice was calm. Sultry. Like she’d rehearsed it.
I’ve been fantasizing about him for a while now... about how it would feel... how deep he’d reach inside me... the sounds I’d make when he stretched me open.
She turned, crawled back onto the bed, and looked over her shoulder.
It’s time to turn it into a reality.
She smiled… that teasing, loving, wicked smile and added, go sit down and watch, baby. I’m doing this for you.
He didn’t wait.
He stepped behind her, lined up, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her pussy.
She gasped.
Even from across the room, I could see her stretch around him, her folds parting slowly, inch by inch. My cock twitched inside my pants.
He wasn’t even halfway in when she started moaning. Loud. Unfiltered.
Oh my fucking god… he’s so big…
He grabbed her hips and pushed deeper.
Her body jolted forward. She let out this shocked, broken moan, the kind I’ve never heard from her before.
Fuck… fuck… fuck…
The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room.
I couldn’t breathe.
My cock was hard, but my heart felt like it was breaking.
Her tits swung beneath her with every thrust. Her mouth hung open. Her legs shook. I watched her take every inch of him, that huge cock disappearing inside her over and over again.
She looked at me, barely able to speak through her panting.
Come… kiss me.
I stood. Walked over, heart racing, and leaned down.
She kissed me with her mouth open, breath hot, lips hungry...
And then just as our lips touched, he slammed into her deep, and her whole body spasmed. She pulled away from the kiss, eyes rolling back, mouth wide open.
Oh fuck! I’m cumming! Don’t stop… don’t fucking stop!
She clawed at the sheets. Her thighs trembled violently as she came, squirting around his cock while he kept pounding her from behind.
He grunted a deep primal sound and shoved himself in hard one last time, staying there.
Take it. All of it.
Her eyes fluttered. She gasped, her body twitching with every pulse of his cock as he finished.
He slowly pulled out.
A long, slick trail of cum followed, dripping down her thighs.
She collapsed onto her side, completely ruined. Shaking. Sweating. Her pussy still leaking.
He stood there for a second, cock glistening.
Then looked at her, smirked, and said, see you tomorrow.
He got dressed without another word and walked out.
She didn’t even move.
Just laid there, spread and soaking, catching her breath.
Then she looked up at me… eyes glassy, voice low.
Come finish what he started.
I dropped to my knees.
I kissed her thighs, then her pussy… still stretched, still open, his cum leaking out of her in messy streaks.
I licked it all.
Slow.
Every drop.
The taste of another man’s cum in my mouth was humiliating and wildly erotic.
My wife groaned softly, fingers in my hair, whispering praise I’ll never forget.
good boy… clean me up… every drop. you love this, don’t you? tasting what he left in me. my little cuck.
I kissed her again after, lips still wet with everything she’d been filled with.
I thought it was a fantasy.
I thought I was in control.
But now that I’ve seen it...
I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting more.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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