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How my small cock led to my wife cucking me

By: Esam (BlacktoWhite) 

“Oh fuck,” I said. I gripped my wife’s hips tightly as I came, thrusting a few final thrusts before pulling out and flopping on the bed next to her. “Wow, that was good,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

She sidled up next to me and smiled “It was very good.”
“Did you cum?”

“No, not this time but that’s okay.”
I pulled back a bit. “Well then it couldn’t have been very good.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t always have to cum for the sex to be good. You’re always so focused on that.”
“I just want to know I’m doing a good job.”
She sat up and placed a hand on my chest. “You are doing a good job. You need to stop worrying about it.”
We sat quietly in bed for a few minutes before she stood to go freshen up in the bathroom. As she slipped into a t-shirt and a new thong, I asked “You promise you’re not lying, right?”
She sighed. “No. I’m not lying. You are a wonderful husband.”
“Being a good husband doesn’t mean good at sex.”
She continued to look into the mirror, scrubbing some type of face wash inter her cheeks.
“Is there something I can do better?” I asked.
“I already told you that you do a wonderful job.”
“You didn’t answer the question.”
“Fine,” she said, setting the face wash down. “No, you can’t do better.”
I paused for a moment and knew what she meant. I’d always been a bit concerned it would come up. Why did I force the issue? Maybe deep down I knew there was no way my cock was big enough for her. It was below average, even being generous. Fully erect, I was four, maybe four and a half inches long. I didn’t struggle with stamina, but that didn’t really seem to matter.

Over the last couple months we’d had more of these sex sessions where she was happy I got off and then went back to whatever she was doing. She didn’t scream or moan or yell my name as her legs shook. Maybe that was just something that happened in porn?
There was a long silence before I finally collected my thoughts and spoke up. “Let’s try some new things,” I said.
“New things? Like what?”
“Maybe some toys?” I asked. “Some bigger toys?”
She bobbed her head from side to side. “I guess we could try that.” She rinsed her face off then came to bed. “But I want you to know that I am not dissatisfied.”
“But if I can do better, even if that means getting help, I want to try,” I said.
She smiled. “That’s sweet.”

We experimented for the next couple months with different dildos and toys. Sometimes they helped, like the wand vibrator, and other times they didn’t, like the awkward silicone extender I tried to strap onto my own cock.
It was hit and miss for a while, but she genuinely seemed to appreciate the effort. Despite this, I was increasingly getting more nervous about sex. It wasn’t just for fun anymore—it was like trying to crack a code, trying to find a way to make her happy while not knowing what to do.

We went out to dinner one night with some close friends of ours, Kim and Julien. We hadn’t seen them in a few weeks so there was plenty to catch up on and after we finished dinner we headed back to their house. Julien had enticed me with a new bottle of bourbon he’d purchased, and a half hour after we got to their place the two of us were sitting on their porch, each sipping a glass.
“It’s got a great flavor,” I said. “Really smooth.”
“It ought to be for how much it cost,” he said with a smile.
I chuckled and we continued to exchange pleasantries. I’d always liked Kim and Julien. They were a generous couple, the type that would offer to take you out on the lake for the day and pay for drinks and dinner because you were their guests.
they had no kids and were both successful professionals: she was a real estate agent, he worked in pharmaceutical sales. They were also, admittedly, an attractive couple. Kim was a tall blonde, slender, with a beaming smile. Julien was tall and had a chiseled jaw with light brown skin. He was in great shape and always got a lot of attention from women when we went out for drinks. He had to flaunt his wedding bad a lot.
As I swirled the cognac in my glass I realized I hadn’t said anything in a few moments.
“Everything okay, man?” Julien said.
“Sorry,” I said, sipping my drink. “Got distracted for a moment. Got some stuff on my mind.”
“Like what?”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to discuss it with anyone else. I wasn’t even sure how to bring it up. But I’d had a couple drinks so I started with, “The classic thing that’s on men’s minds when it comes to being married.”
Julien laughed, putting a hand over his mouth to keep from spitting up his cognac. “Man, we all have that on our mind. Just not getting enough of it?”
I chuckled uneasily. “Can’t believe we’re talking about this,” I said, taking another sip.
“Come on. We’re men. Don’t worry about it. Sex is normal.”
“True,” I said. “I guess I’d say we’re having trouble with…chemistry. Just struggling to make her happy is probably the best way to describe it.”
Julien nodded. “We’ve all been there. Women are like safes. Gotta know the right code.”
“Not sure a code is my problem,” I said, but thankfully stopped short of saying “My cock is too small to get my wife off.” I took another sip and asked, “Do you and Kim do…I don’t know how to ask this. Do you guys experiment with more than just normal…”
“You mean like toys and role playing and stuff?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, we’ve been into that for a long time. We started out being open about our desires. We talk a lot about it, what excites us and what makes us happy. After nine years you have to do more than just the old pump-pump-finish and roll over.”
I tapped the side of my glass nervously. Had I just been floating along, not worrying about my wife’s needs for years? “So just toys and role playing? What kinds? Sorry if this is weird.”
Julien smiled. “Nah it’s cool. I mean we have a whole drawer upstairs filled with fun stuff. Plugs, blindfolds, straps, ball gags.”
“Dildos?”
“Nah none of those. A couple vibrators but Kim’s never asked for a dildo.”
My heart sank a bit. I knew what that meant. I’d never seen Julien naked but at this point I didn’t need to. The thought of Kim getting tied up and fucked was a hot mental image, though. “What kind of role play do you guys try out?”
Julien smiled. “Eh, I guess the normal stuff. Dom/Sub mostly.” He paused, took another sip. “Can you keep a secret?”
I gave him a confused look, but nodded. “Sure.”
“You gotta swear. Like can’t tell anyone.”
“Uh, okay. I swear. Won’t tell a soul.”
Julien leaned forward and glanced around to make sure the girls hadn’t come onto the porch. “Kim and I are kind of into swinging. It’s sort of our thing.”
“Swinging? Like….a sex swing or like…swinging with other people?”
“Like other women. Like threesomes.”
Now I was completely intimidated. I’d hoped to come outside and feel better about my problem. Now I found out my friend was secretly satisfying multiple women at once. “Kim’s okay with that?”
“Oh yeah,” he said. “I mean we’re discreet about it. We don’t tell anyone. Well, almost no one.” He patted me on the shoulder and laughed. “But it’s something we both like. She likes watching me with other women sometimes.”
“Fuck,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Damn man.”
Julien smiled and filled my glass up. “Just gotta talk to her man. Find out what makes her tick. Quit poking around in the dark and guessing.”
“I doubt me fucking other women will be her thing.”
Julien laughed. “Maybe not, but maybe you’ll find something else you’re both into. You just have to ask.”

I really was going to ask that question. I wanted to give it a few days to chew on, figure out how to approach the matter, but before I could ask my wife the question Julien had brought up, I found out on my own without asking.
I don’t spy on my wife. We trust each other. I never worry about who she’s texting or checking apps on her phone. But a couple days after talking with Julien, I was trying to check the weather forecast for the weekend and couldn’t find my phone. My wife was in the shower, so I picked up her phone off the nightstand and opened the internet browser and found something that kind of shocked me.
Porn. Not just porn. It was a woman who looked quite a bit like my wife with two hung men, both black, tossing her around like a rag doll.
I closed the browser and thought about what Julien had said. “Maybe you’ll find something you’re both into.” I opened the browser again and watched the 10 minute clip from start to finish. The longer I watched, the more I saw my wife: her mouth wrapped around a cock, her ass bouncing against another man as he thrust into her, her moans and screams as she orgasmed again and again.
I obviously knew this was all exaggerated and played up. It was porn. But when I placed my wife’s body in between them, I realized something: I liked it. I liked the idea, the feeling of watching my wife being fucked.
But what if this was just a random video? What if the woman just happened to look like my wife and she wasn’t really into this type of sex?
She’d obviously looked at it recently and was still in the shower. I walked quietly up to the door and listened, but only heard the sound of the shower running. I waited a few moments, then heard a light moan. If I hadn’t put my ear to the door I wouldn’t have heard it. I checked the door and sure enough it was locked.
“Hun?”
“Sorry,” I said. “I was going to grab something from the bathroom but don’t worry about it. I’ll get it when your done.”
There was a pause. “Okay, sorry I locked the door. Just force of habit, I guess.”
“Oh it’s okay,” I said. I sat back on the bed, realizing my wife was in the shower and most likely thinking about that video. I’d hinted at sex earlier and she’d sort of given me a “maybe” answer. Do I confront her when she comes out? I wasn’t sure what to do. But I knew I was really turned on.
When she finally finished the shower and came out, I tried to be careful. “Good shower?”
“Yes, I feel much better.”
“Better enough to have sex?”
She chuckled. “Probably not tonight. I’m just tired.” She kissed me on the forehead. “Rain check?”
“Sure,” I said with a smile.
As she went through her nightly routine of washing her face and brushing her teeth, I built up some more courage. “So I went to check the weather on your phone and uh…”
She turned the water off and looked back. “And what?”
“Well, there was.” I paused. “You left a page open.”
She smiled sheepishly. “Oh, THAT.” She wiped her face off and leaned against the sink. “Is that okay? I guess we haven’t talked much about porn.”
“No, I mean I don’t have a problem with it.” I thought for a moment. “I guess it just wasn’t what I was expecting to see.”
“Like the threesome?”
“Well yeah, that and…”
“Oh. You mean the interracial thing.” She chuckled. “Does that intimidate you?”
I felt myself getting concerned. She’ turned the conversation on me but I also sort of liked it. “I guess a little bit. They were uh…”
“You can say it,” she said. “What were they?”
I laughed nervously. “They were pretty big.”
“You mean their cocks were big.”
“Yes,” I said. “That’s what I meant.”
She laughed at this and walked into the bedroom, then sat next to me in only a towel. “How did you feel about that?”
I felt her hand running up my thigh. “I guess I’m not sure.”
She reached my cock. It was rock hard. “Liar,” she said with a grin.
“Just because I have hard on doesn’t mean I like big cocks.”
“But did you like the idea of me looking at them?”
I had totally lost control of the conversation. This felt like something she’d been ready to ask for years. “I guess I hadn’t thought about it much.”
She started to stroke my cock. It felt like I was being conditioned or brainwashed. She leaned in close and let the towel drop to the floor. “Did you like that they were black?”
A shudder ran down my spine. “I guess I hadn’t thought about that either.”
She put her lips to my ear. “But you’re thinking about it now.” She gripped my cock and started stroking, running her free hand along my chest. “Did you like seeing them pin her down and take turns on her?”
“Fuck.” I was all spun up now. I was imagining her between them. Do I tell her that?
“Their huge cocks spreading her out like you can’t.”
I was convulsing and fell back on the bed. My wife kept going, stroking harder, her tits pressed against me. “Did you imagine it was me getting fucked by them?”
It took just moments, but I came all over myself. My wife kissed my cheek and I shook as she played with the tip. “See? Now you’ve thought about it,” she said, giving me one last squeeze before heading back to the bathroom.
After sitting for a few moments and gasping for air I finally built up the courage to ask her—“were you masturbating in the shower?”
“Mhmm,” she said as she brushed her teeth.
“So you didn’t want to have sex, but you wanted to masturbate.”
She rinsed her mouth out and turned around. “Sometimes women don’t want to have sex. They just want to get off and go to sleep. Are you complaining about the handjob?”
I shook my head. “No, I just…were you thinking about…?”
“Was I think about two hung black men fucking me?”
I raised my eyebrows but said nothing.
She paused, then walked over to her side of the bed. “Do you always think about me when you jerk off?”
“I guess not.”
“So am I allowed to think about what I want in the shower?”
“That seems fair.”
“Good.” She kissed my cheek again and curled up under the covers. “Because I was thinking about them taking turns fucking the hell out of me.”

Over the next couple months my wife and I role played that scenario constantly. It started out with just dirty talk, like the handjob. I realized she was sometimes doing it to avoid sex with me but I really didn’t care.
But it progressed to her getting off, too. She’d close her eyes and let me finger her, moaning “Yes, Sir. Oh my god fuck me” while I stayed quiet and let her fantasize.
Then she got a toy: a girthy, 8 inch, skin-soft dildo in black. “What should we name him?” she asked when it came in the mail.
“Something silly? Like a name of someone we don’t know. Like Wolfgang or something?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes because I want to yell out ‘oh yes please fuck me wolfgang’ right before an orgasm.”
“Okay, sorry. Bad idea.” I thought about what Julien had said on the porch and figured I could take a shot. “What about someone we *do* know?”
“Like who?”
“Like, name it Julien?”
She gave me a smirk. “This is not the first time you’ve thought about that.”
I smiled sheepishly. “I mean, no…not the FIRST time.”
She tapped her jaw and stared at me. “Fine. His name is Julien.” She gave him a once over. “Wanna go upstairs and watch him break me in?”
“Don’t you mean break *him* in?”
She laughed. “No. I don’t.”
We spent more than a dozen nights with “Julien,” fantasizing and enjoying something new and exciting in bed. The more we did it, the more limits we pushed. At first I was just watching, just enjoying the idea of my wife with another man. But then she started incorporating me, too, talking to me during sex, little things like “Look at how big his cock is, baby,” she’d say, or “He fucks me so much better than you.”
It drove me wild and she knew it. Eventually she started calling Julien “Sir” and referring to me as a new pet name: “Cuck.” I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first, but hearing “Come spread my ass for him, cuck” really did it for me.
We ramped up more and more. Eventually I was called cuck all evening and was listening to my wife scream as “Julien” came inside her, then eagerly crawling across the bed to lick her pussy. She loved it, loved placing her hand on the back of my head and pushing me deeper, loved asking “does his cum taste good? I bet there’s a lot of it.”
And every time we saw Julien and Kim I got spun up. It was a little secret reminder of what my wife and I were doing. She’d give me winks and smirks throughout the evening, but she had no idea that Julien and his wife were swingers.
We got more toys, dildos and handcuffs and all sorts of extras. At one point I was sitting with my hands tied behind my back in a chair as she rode “Julien” while his “friend” fucked her mouth. When the evening was up, I asked the question I’d been waiting to ask for a while.
“Would you really fuck Julien?”
“What? No. Of course not. I mean if he was single maybe we could talk about it but Kim is one of my best friends.”
I shifted in bed. “What if I told you that they’re into that uh…lifestyle.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What lifestyle?”
“Like the swinger lifestyle. Julien told me tell hey have threesomes with women.”
She gave me an incredulous look. “Julien and Kim? Seriously?”
I nodded. “According to him, she likes being with him and other women.”
My wife tapped her chin. It was obviously a bit shocking but the gears were turning. “How about next time we role play, I pretend Kim is there too and see how I feel.”
We did just that, and it was the best role playing session we’d had. She was on her knees, imagining Julien was behind her as she licked Kim’s pussy. And I was watching, closing my eyes and pretending it was really happening. After my wife had finished and had me clean her up, she gave me the okay to ask.
It took me a couple weeks to build up the courage to pull Julien aside. How do you ask a friend if he wants to fuck your wife? He’d mentioned they hooked up with single girls—he didn’t say anything about a married couple with a husband like me.
The girls were sitting in the den having a glass of wine while we put up the dishes after dinner. After we finished putting away the dishes, I pulled a bottle of whisky I’d bought specifically for the occasion out and showed it quietly to Julien.
He smiled and nodded, then gestured to the porch. I started the dishwasher, grabbed two glasses and slipped outside.
“This looks good,” he said, holding the glass out. “Appreciate the hospitality.”
My hand was shaking a bit. We’d spent all evening talking about family, friends, current events, blah blah blah. I was terrified to ask something like this…but I had to.
“Remember what we talked about a few months ago?”
He gave me a curious look.
“The uh…” I looked back to make sure the girls were still inside. “The swinging thing?”
“Yeah of course. Did you try some new things out with the wife?”
This was my chance. “Actually, I did. And we kind of found something we’re both into.”
Julien chuckled. “Good for you man. Happy for you.” He leaned in. “Can I ask what it is or is that a secret?”
I laughed nervously. “Well there’s no easy way to say it…uh basically she likes the idea of being with other guys.”
Julien raised an eyebrow. “You said something you’re *both* into, though.”
“Yeah, we’re both into it. I kind of like the idea, too.”
He grinned. “Interesting. I mean, that’s cool. I’m glad you found something, man.” He awkwardly raised his glass and tapped it against mine in a type of toast, then took a swig.
I took a deep breath. “So we haven’t done it for real yet, but I was hoping to ask you something.”
Julien pulled the drink from his lips and raised an eyebrow. “You want to ask me…”
“Well…” I didn’t want to say it. “Would you and Kim be interested?”
He furrowed his brow and took another sip. “Damn man. I mean, your wife’s hot. Does she know about this?”
I nodded. “Yeah we’d like to try it with someone we both know. We actually uh, already kind of had a fantasy night and role played it out.”
He laughed. “Damn. Well I guess I gotta ask Kim. I can’t guarantee anything. Usually it’s just single girls but.” He tapped his chin. “What’s in this for you, though? I don’t know if I’m okay with you and Kim being together.”
I held a hand up. “No, I’d just be watching.”
He shrugged. “Where’s the fun in that?”
I decided to try and explain and after a few awkward moments, Julien seemed to understand.

A couple days later Julien finally texted me back and said he’d talked with Kim and they were interested. “As long as your wife is okay, let’s do it.”
We’d chatted about my role some. I wanted to be submissive, I still wanted to be called “cuck.” I wasn’t sure what that would do to my friendship with Julien but I wanted him to fuck my wife and make me watch. I didn’t care that it felt strange at times.
We went out to dinner and all agreed to chat about it beforehand. The dinner was a bit awkward but still fun. We were all friends, and what started out as chit chat turned to innuendo and flirting. By the end of the dinner and after a few glasses of wine, my wife was leaning closer to Kim and Julien, whispering things in their ears, giggling as she looked back at me.
“I told them about your little problem,” she whispered to me.
I gave her a curious look.
She tapped my cock. “I didn’t want them to giggle when I tell you to take your pants off so I just let them know in advance.”
She leaned back over and continued chatting with them. I was practically ignored after that.
She rode back to our place with Kim and Julien. I followed behind, wondering how the night was going to go. I thought Kim and my wife were in the backseat but when we pulled up to a stoplight I only saw Kim. She looked back into my headlights and smiled, then turned back forward. I didn’t see my wife anywhere, and then she popped up for a moment. She looked back through the rear window and then I saw Julien put his hand on her head and push her back down. It was already starting.
I gripped the steering wheel as hundreds of thoughts buzzed through my head. I imagined him driving, Kim watching, and my wife fitting as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. It was exciting and embarrassing at the same time. I didn’t know what to do. Time seemed to flash by and then—we were at the house.
The three got out of the car, laughing and chatting. I hopped out and followed. They didn’t wait on me, but instead went up the steps. They went up the stairs, I followed, and them they reached the bedroom.
As soon as the door shut, clothes flew off. Kim stripped first and helped my wife out of her clothing. She was wearing a sexy black thong and bra and Kim was in an olive green thong with nothing up top. As soon as the clothes were on the floor they started kissing, like they’d been waiting for this for years.
Julien watched for a moment, then undid his belt. The sound of the clinking metal caught the girls’ attention and they instinctively got down on their knees and crawled over. I took the opportunity to move to the corner and sit down. I wasn’t sure what else to do. Should I take my clothes off? There didn’t seem to be much point.
Even across the room it was shocking how hung Julien was. 8 inches? 10? As he flopped his cock out of his jeans, my wife smiled wide and said “Oh I missed you,” wrapping her hand around the base. She had absolutely already seen this cock in the car.
Kim helped pull my wife’s hair back as she placed her mouth over the tip. Then Kim went for his balls. The two of them licked and sucked every inch of his cock, worshipping it as he let out soft moans. He put his hand on the back of my wife’s head and pushed her farther down on his cock. I could hear her struggling as he held her down, and just as she started to choke he said “Good girl” and pulled out.
She gasped as she pulled it out and after she’d caught her breath went right back for more. Kim took a break from his balls and reached down between my wife’s legs. My wife let out a moan on Julien’s cock. Kim was fingering her, kissing her neck, playing with her nipples. My wife was totally theirs.
Julien reached down and grabbed my wife’s hips and picked her up, then dropped her on the bed. He gave Kim a quick kiss and then pushed her down between my wife’s legs. Kim started licking, running her tongue all over my wife’s pussy, as Julien slid up toward her mouth. He draped his cock across her face, slapped it against her lips and slid it back in her mouth.
As Julien was fucking my wife’s mouth he glanced up at me a few times. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to see if I was enjoying the show or just enjoying seeing me quiet in the corner. I got nervous. Was I just going to sit in the corner all night?
Kim finally came up for air and grabbed Julien’s arm, pulling him from my wife’s mouth and down toward her pussy. Kim spread my wifeMs legs out, and kissed Julien as he slapped his cock on her clit. She moaned, arched her back, and glanced back at me. She was biting her lip, but gave me a wink before looking back towards Julien. And then he slid his cock in.
He couldn’t fit much in at first. My wife reached down, pressing a hand against his abs to slow him down, but after each thrust he kept going deeper and deeper. Kim stood next to him and watched, kissing his neck and running her hands across his neck, then looked over and caught my eye.
She slipped away as he continued thrusting and sauntered over to me. “You should take your clothes off, too.”
“Are you sure?”
“Mhmm.”
I hesitated. “Uh Julien said he wasn’t sure if uh you and I.”
She laughed. “I’m not going to fuck you. I just want you to be naked.”
I stood and slipped off my shirt, then undid my pants. As I pulled off my boxers she smiled and giggled. “She wasn’t kidding. It’s quite uh…petite.” She pinched it between her index finger and thumb, then flicked the end and told me to sit back down. As I did, I heard my wife start to scream behind Kim. Julien was speeding up and the sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the room.
“He’s 9 inches, by the way.” She leaned forward to whisper. “She’s going to be so stretched out when he’s done.” Kim gave me a little kiss, then slapped my cheek a few times and walked back to the bed. As she reached the bed my wife screamed, went stiff as a board, and gripped the sheets. “Oh my fucking god I love this cock.”
Julien pulled out and laughed, then climbed on top of her. “A little better than your husband’s?”
“I swear to god I’ve never orgasmed like that in my life.”
All three of them looked over now. It was me, sitting in a chair with my little cock poking out from between my legs. There was a quick chuckle, then they turned back to each other. I felt embarrassed and yet my cock was throbbing.
Julien picked my wife up and flipped her on her knees, putting her into doggy. Kim got down and kissed her pussy for a moment, then spread her ass out for Julien to slide in. He slapped it against her ass for a moment, which drew an audible moan from my wife. She shook her ass playfully, begging for him, and he obliged, sliding his cock into her.
She gasped as he slid all the way in, then Kim came around to my wife’s face. It was just like we’d role played, it was the perfect fantasy—Julien was pounding her, bouncing her ass as he fucked her, and Kim was holding her head down, forcing my wife to lick her pussy. My wife could barely keep her tongue out she was screaming so much.
They kept ramping up. Julien swung a leg up so he was on one knee and used a free hand to press against her back and pin her against Kim’s pussy. Kim was practically fucking her mouth, grinding and thrusting as she held my wife’s hair. Julien finally slowed down for a moment and looked over at me. I wasn’t sure what to expect—another glance?
“Come take a look, cuck.”
The word sent shivers down my spine. I stood from the chair and walked around behind and watched him fuck her. Her pussy was swollen and gripping his cock. It was enormous. At one point he pulled all the way out and I saw how stretched she was, but then he slid back in and filled her up again.
Julien pulled out and nudged me back out of the way, then hopped on his back and invited my wife to get on top. Kim pushed her off and helped her mount him and she immediately starting grinding and riding, sliding all the way down to his balls.
Kim kissed Julien as my wife rode and I realized I was close to cumming without even touching myself. I reached down and stroked my penis as my wife rode him and quickly had to stop. I couldn’t even touch it. I’d cum all over the floor. Then I heard it.
“Fucking cum in me. I want you to cum inside me.”
My wife had leaned down and was kissing Julien and Kim, but between locking lips with them was begging for him to cum.
“I want all of you in me,” she gasped.
Kim leaned over to Julien. “Cum in her, baby. Fill her up.”
Julien grabbed my wife’s hips, pulled her down hard on his cock, and started fucking her as hard as he had the entire night. My wife screamed as he thrusted harder and harder. Julien grunted and started to moan. “Fucking cum in me. Please cum in me daddy.”
I got down on my knees to watch, to be on the same level as my wife’s pussy, and saw his cock start to throb. The vein in the middle pulsed. Then he let out a shout and pulled her down with a dozen deep, hard thrusts.
My wife screamed until she was out of breath. Kim finally broke the screams and said, “Oh my god that was so fucking hot.” She leaned down and kissed Julien, then grabbed my wife’s face and kissed her, too. “You should make hubby clean that up.”
My wife looked back and saw me on my knees, then slowly lifted her hips and slid Julien’s cock out of her pussy. As the tip finally came out, his cum started to dribble out down her leg. “Hurry the fuck up, cuck. Don’t let it get all over the bed.”
Kim and Julien continued to kiss, but my wife kept her eyes on me. “Now,” she said.
I went to the bed and pressed my mouth against her pussy and instantly felt Julien’s cum on my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked, slurping it up and swallowing every drop that dropped out of my wife. “Oh good boy, such a good little cuck.” I felt her hand against the back of my head and heard her giggle. “Does his cum taste good?”
I moaned a “yes” as I kept licking.
When I finally finished licking up his cum, I stepped back and got down on my knees again. My wife slid down and put Julien’s cock back in her mouth, sucking the rest of the cum off of him. Kim had slid down toward Julien’s waist and he was fingering her. She was moaning lightly, pressing her hands against his chest.
My wife took his cock out of her mouth for a moment and looked back at me. “Are you ready to cum?”
I nodded nervously.
She sat up on the edge of the bed and held a hand out. “Go ahead.”
I gave her a confused look.
“Stroke your little cock and cum in my hand.” She held her hand out expectantly. “Hurry up or you can forget about cumming tonight.”
I reached down and started stroking my cock. I thought about Julien’s cock filling my wife up, his cum dripping from her pussy, my wife screaming during the best orgasm of her life, and a moment later I was squirting a few puddles of cum into her hand.
“Oh good boy,” she said, catching the cum. “That’s a good amount of cum for such a small cock.”
I shuddered as my cock went limp and my wife stood, holding her hand up to my mouth. “Now clean me up.”
My heart was racing. I could barely process everything. But as she pushed her hand against my lips I did was she said and licked up my own cum. She stuck each finger into my mouth to make sure it was clean. When she was finally satisfied she said “Good, now back to your chair.”
I went back to the corner and watched as my wife put Julien’s cock back in his mouth.
“Oh my god,” she said, “are you seriously hard again?”
Julien looked over at me. “Is he gonna be okay over there?”
My wife chuckled. “It’s not really up to him.” She climbed on top again and rubbed Julien’s cock on her clit. “Fuck me again.”
As Julien grabbed my wife’s hips and thrust inside her, Kim came over to me in the corner and sat next to me. “I have a feeling we’re going to be here a little longer.” She reached down and played with the tip of my cock for a moment. “Why don’t you go downstairs and get us some drinks like a good cuck, and maybe I’ll let your little cock cum in my hand, too.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, and stood to leave. As I closed the bedroom door behind me I heard the bed shaking, the sound of Julien’s balls slapping against my wife’s clit, and my wife’s continued screams. As she quieted down after another orgasm I heard Kim say with a chuckle, “A little better than that tiny cock you’ve been fucking.

“I’m never fucking my husband again,” and then the screams started again.

[Dirtyfun1]

Wow thats hot. Except for the never fucking her husband again part. Thats the whole reason i want my wife to fuck other guys is so i can put my little pp in her used hole afterwards 

[secondjag]

11 minutes ago, Dirtyfun1 said:

Wow thats hot. Except for the never fucking her husband again part. Thats the whole reason i want my wife to fuck other guys is so i can put my little pp in her used hole afterwards 

can't argue with that