Erotic Fiction: The Cuckold

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My wife stumbled backwards into the bedroom, her breath heavy as the man she was with pinned her against the wall just beside the door frame. Her leg rose, thigh pressed against the side of his until it rested against his hip, and I could see the exposed pussy beneath. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under the tight red dress hugging her body, one of my favourite things in her closet.

Her hair was pinned up in loose curls, diamond earrings dangling from her ears and swinging back and forth as this man kissed her. Low groans emanated from them both as they wrapped themselves up in each other, moments before they tumbled backward onto the bed. He seemed to be pressing his entire body weight against her, his cock no doubt pushing into my wife’s crotch. Somewhere amidst the heavy breathing, I could hear her telling him to fuck her. I could hear her telling him to make sure that I was watching — “the little bitch in the corner.”

He chuckled, rising from the bed to admire the stunning woman looking up at him. She was framed by the tousled bedspread, blankets mussed around her. As he peered down at her with some semblance of affection (or so it seemed), my wife slid her fingers between her thighs and slid them into her. Her eyelids fluttered to a close as the man towering above her began to unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor with a thud. He methodically unbuttoned his charcoal-coloured pants, each button coming undone forcefully from his dick pressing forward, waiting to be set free. 

I drew in a shaking breath, watching as she worked herself up to the brink of orgasm, her fingers as deep inside of her as she could go. The man reached out and gently moved her hand away by guiding her elbow to the side. I could see her attention refocus onto him, eyes scanning his body from the short black hair on his head down to the spot on his knees where the bed covered him. She swallowed, the lump of anticipation in her throat so obvious to me. It was as if she didn't even know that I was in the room, she ignored me so well; but she did know. She just didn’t care. She wanted me to see this all unfold, watch her be pleasured by another man who clearly could do it better.

The man rubbed his cock in long, fluid motions, the shaft lengthening with each stroke. She watched it in admiration, lightly biting at her lower lip as she waited for it. When he crawled over top of her, she shifted her body backward on the bed, directing him softly to move up with her. She took his dick in her palm and grinned, massaging the tip between the pad of her thumb and the side of her index finger. He sighed, leaning toward her to whisper something inaudible in her ear that made her blush and giggle like a schoolgirl. I wanted desperately to know what it was, but I didn’t dare interrupt what was unfolding in front of me.

My wife nodded, smirking, and pulled him down towards her. She moved him into her with one hand between their bodies, moaning quietly as he gradually filled her. I could hear their breath pick up once more, heightening as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her in rhythmic motions. Her hands had migrated to his back, fingers splayed over his smooth, muscled skin. The muscles themselves visibly moved along his shoulders.

My wife's hips lifted off the mattress to meet his thrusts, her groans becoming high pitched as she was once again reaching the edge of orgasm. As she begged him to move deeper, slower, and his body adjusted to what she needed, I watched as ecstasy flit across his own face. Curses tumbled from her mouth as he filled her. When he pulled out, she gasped — it was as if she felt emptied completely without his cock inside of her.

He kneeled over her, his hand moving to her clit to continue her journey to orgasm while he simultaneously stroked himself with his other hand. He came first, his eyes screwing shut as his semen spurted over my wife’s chest and stomach. I could imagine her feeling its warmth coating her and her enjoying every single second of it. A moment later, she cried out.

When my wife finally climaxed, she cried out his name, not mine.