First time cuckold

I am a 35 year old guy, married now for 6 years to Chloe. Chloe is a gorgeous brunette with a slim, toned figure which attracts admiring looks from other men whenever she is out and about. While I feel lucky to be married to such a stunner, I used to get quite jealous when Chloe would tell me how she’d been chatted up while at work or when out in town at nights but I trusted her and knew that she wouldn’t do anything behind my back.

A few months ago, I discovered Literotica and when reading stories from the ‘loving wives’ section, found myself getting really turned on by the tales of wives having sex with others, whether with or without their husbands knowledge. I became aware of terms like cuckold and creampie and I found that I was regularly fantasising about Chloe getting fucked by other men and then making me eat her pussy afterwards.

I have never had any bisexual feelings so I don’t know why the thought of eating another man’s sperm from inside my wife turned me on so much, nor why I would want to share my gorgeous wife with other men, but whenever I thought about these things I would become immediately aroused.

I didn’t mention anything to Chloe about these fantasies at first, although I started going down on her after I had came inside her and licking up my own cum, which Chloe loved. I also started asking Chloe to ‘share’ my cum when she sucked me off and she would always oblige, letting my cum drip from her mouth and into mine, before kissing me and swapping the salty fluid between each other.

Eventually I told Chloe of my fantasies and let her read a few stories of hot wives cuckolding their husbands and feeding them cum from their recently fucked pussy. Chloe was really turned on by the stories and we ended up in bed, talking about what we had just read; when I came inside Chloe, she straddled my face and opened her pussy wide, causing the cum to flood out and into my mouth.

As we lay in bed afterwards, Chloe asked me about my new revelation.

“So, you honestly would allow me to fuck other men and then you want to lick out their cum from me?” she asked.

“I’d love it honey, I know its bad but the thought just really turns me on,” I replied, “I would love you to come home to me, covered in love-bites and with the taste of cum on your tongue and full with another mans cum, and tell me all about what happened as I eat you out.”

“You are such a horny, dirty bastard,” laughed Chloe, “Well, I’ll keep it in mind and next time I see someone I like, you might get your wish.”

After that night, most times we had sex I would end up with a mouthful of my own cum while Chloe egged me on, telling me to ‘clean her dirty pussy’ or to ‘eat her lovers cum’, although outside of the bedroom, Chloe rarely mentioned my new fetish; I presumed that she just enjoyed the fantasy but was not up for making it a reality.

A few weeks later, Chloe sent me a text at work, telling me that I needed to get home on time as she was going out. I rang her back, asking where she was going and who with, but she just said we’d talk when I got back.

I got home just after 6 pm to find Chloe in the bath, shaving her legs.

“What’s going on then? Where are you going?” I asked her.

Chloe looked a bit sheepish as she replied, “You know your fantasy? Well, there was a really cute guy flirting with me at the mall earlier and I, well, I sort of gave him my number.”

This came as a total surprise to me as I honestly did not think Chloe would be up for going with someone else.

“Go on,” I said.

“Well, he rang me a couple of hours ago and he’s picking me up at the end of the street at 8 o’clock.”

I was gob smacked, but my shock was mixed with a stirring in my groin as I realised Chloe was serious about this.

“And you intend to let him fuck you?”

“That’s what you wanted isn’t it? If you’re changing your mind just say.”

I took hold of Chloe’s hand and moved it to my groin, so she could feel my growing hardness. “Does it feel like I’m changing my mind?”

“Mmm, well don’t get any ideas, you don’t get to fuck me till later and have your sloppy seconds,” she teased me, rubbing the outline of my cock.

Chloe told me to leave her to get ready, only calling me up to help her choose underwear and clothing for her meeting. She continued to tease me, asking me if I thought Jay, the other guy, would like certain items of clothing and whether he’d really want to fuck her if she wore this or that. I was so aroused it didn’t bother me, my dreams of having Chloe go with someone else were about to come true. As she dressed, Chloe told me that Jay was 25 years old and very attractive. She had told him she was married but that I was away on a course, and had made it clear she just wanted sex and not a relationship, which he was more than happy with.

Eventually she was ready, her makeup flawless and as usual, she looked stunning. She was wearing a summer dress and sandals, with white lace underwear beneath. She had initially considered going without knickers but had decided against it.

“Wouldn’t want all his cum leaking out of me before I get home,” she had explained, with a naughty smile.

I was still in a state of awe; here was my gorgeous wife, all dressed up but for someone else’s benefit, not mine. Still I wasn’t jealous at all, I just couldn’t wait for her to get home and tell me all about it.

Five minutes before he was due to pick her up, Chloe announced she was leaving.

“Make sure you wait up,” she said, “I love you babe, are you still okay with this?”

“Of course I am,” I replied, “I love you too.”

And with that, she left and I sat in front of the TV, trying but unable to stop thinking about my new found slutty wife. I was desperate to wank myself as I had pretty much had a hard on since I had got home, but resisted, wanting to save myself for later.

Just after 11 pm I got a text message from Chloe, ‘on way home, back in 10’.

I responded, ‘Ok, can’t wait ;)’.

Shortly after, I heard the keys at the front door and got up to open it. I was shocked, to say the least, when Chloe walked in followed by a good looking guy who I presumed was Jay.

“Change of plan,” Chloe said to me, kissing me on the lips. “This is Jay, Jay, this is Scott.”

This was an awkward moment for me as I shook hands with the guy who had, as far as I knew, just had sex with my wife, but Jay seemed relaxed and confident. Chloe told Jay to chill in the front room while she and I got some drinks.

In the kitchen I asked Chloe what was going on. She explained that Jay had took her to a bar on the outskirts of town but while interested in her, had felt uncomfortable being with another man’s wife. Eventually, Chloe had decided to come clean with him and although he was surprised at what she told him, he seemed more at ease. He hadn’t fucked her yet, but on the way home she had started to grope him and they had ended up pulling over so she could suck him off.

“Can’t you tell?” she said, kissing me and forcing her tongue into my mouth. I sucked eagerly at her, and could taste Jay’s cum in her mouth. “Don’t worry, the best is yet to come, if you’ll excuse the pun,” she laughed.

Gradually getting over my surprise at our new guest, we went into the front room and had a few drinks. Chloe sat next to him and I sat in a chair opposite, my cock solid as I watched my wife flirt with this young stud. The alcohol eased everyone there and not being one to beat around the bush, Chloe turned to me, “Well babe, how about we work on getting you your treat? You just sit and enjoy the show.”

She then turned back to Jay and kissed him on the lips, rubbing his erection through his jeans.

“Take them off,” she told him and Jay quickly removed his jeans and underwear, revealing an impressively sized cock, the pubes trimmed and his balls smooth, exactly how Chloe liked me to be.

Leaning down, looking at me as she did, Chloe gave his helmet a lick, tasting his pre-cum. She then straddled him as he sat back on the sofa and, pulling her knickers to one side, eased his cock into her pussy. Jay must have been about 9″ in length and she took it all inside her, moaning with pleasure as she did so.

“That’s it Jay, fuck your cock up my tight pussy. Tell me how good it feels.”

“You are one horny little bitch,” Jay replied, “I am so gonna fill you with cum.”

I watched as Chloe rode Jay’s cock, the two of them kissing passionately at some points or other times, Jay would be sucking at Chloe’s tits which he had released from her lacy bra. Chloe pulled him tight to her when he was sucking at her and I knew she would be marked, and no doubt a bit sore, in the morning.

“Come on Jay, give me your sperm, shoot your cum into my womb” cried Chloe as Jay hammered his cock up into her. She was clawing at his chest and seemed insatiable, meeting Jay’s thrusts, taking his length as deep into her as she could.

To his credit, Jay had some staying power. Chloe turned to me, “Come here Scott, stick your tongue in my ass,” she instructed. I got off the chair and knelt behind Chloe and, moving her knickers further out of the way, I started to rim her tight asshole. Jay’s cock and balls were just inches away from me, his balls sometimes hitting my chin when he thrust particularly hard.

“That’s it, get your tongue up me, I wanna feel it all the way in, ” Chloe urged and I did as she said.

I glanced up and Chloe was looking down at me, over her shoulder. The next thing she said caused me to stop in my tracks.

“Jay, tell my hubby to suck your balls, tell him to coax your fresh spunk into his wife’s pussy.”

I thought this would be too much for Jay, but what Chloe had failed to mention was that before they had come home, while in the bar, Jay had revealed that he was bicurious, although had never had a man on man experiences.

“Go on cum-boy, suck my balls, feel the cum getting ready to explode into your slutty wife,” said Jay.

Still I was unsure, this was not part of my fantasy but clearly it was one of Chloe’s. Sensing my hesitation, Chloe again turned to me.

“Get that mouth on his balls Scott, you get your fantasy, I get mine.”

Moving down a few inches, I tentatively licked at Jay’s shaven balls. He moaned in pleasure as I tongued his sack and then sucked on each of his balls. Surprisingly, I found myself getting into it, my hard on was aching for attention but I ignored my own needs, instead seeing to those of Chloe and Jay, desperate to make this stud cum so I could eat his spunk from my wife’s cunt.

Chloe was riding Jay hard and suddenly cried out that she was coming. Jay sped up in response and Chloe kissed him passionately as her orgasm ripped through her. Seconds later Jay started to come as well and I felt his balls tighten in preparation.

“That’s it bitch, take my cum into your slutty pussy, you fucking dirty whore,” he yelled as he came.

His filthy talk was a real turn on and I knelt back and watched as his cock throbbed, knowing that Chloe was getting a full load of fresh creamy cum delivered deep inside her. Jay continued to thrust and I could see the base of his cock covered in his slimy fluid; once he’d finished coming Chloe moved off his cock and sat next to him on the sofa, her legs spread.

“Here you go bitch, eat my lovers hot cum,” she said to me.

I pulled her knickers off and studied her swollen gash, her clit was erect and Jay’s cum was beginning to ooze out. Moving closer I could smell the musky smell of her and Jay’s mixed fluids and licked at the cum that was now starting to run down towards Chloe’s ass. Jay’s cum tasted different to my own but I lapped it up greedily, then began to probe my tongue deep into Chloe, sucking out the cum of another man. Chloe’s hands were on the back of my head, pulling my face into her pussy, her and Jay’s fluids covering my face.

I glanced up and could see Chloe and Jay kissing, their tongues probing each others mouths as he groped at her tits. Chloe’s legs spread wider, encouraging me.

“Look at him Jay, eating cum like a dirty whore,” I heard her say, “Why don’t you get behind him and give him the fucking a dirty bastard like him deserves?”

Now this was getting out of hand. I stopped licking and looked up at my wife.

“Chloe…” I began to object.

“Just get back to eating me, you’ve got what you want now I get to see what I want,” she said, pushing my head back between her legs.

Jay got up and went behind me, unfastening my jeans and pulling my clothing down to my knees. I went to object again but Chloe just told me to ‘eat up’. I felt Jay probing my ass with his tongue and was surprised at how good it felt. Despite myself, I used a hand to push my jeans and underwear off completely so I could spread my legs.

I couldn’t believe what was happening, an hour ago I was just a heterosexual man with a fetish for cum and now here I was, on my knees in front of my wife, licking up Jay’s sticky mess from her pussy while he tongued my ass. The strangest thing was, I was enjoying every second of it.

Jay replaced his tongue with a finger, then two, as he worked to loosen my virgin ass. I pushed back against him and his two fingers slipped all the way into me, I could feel his knuckles at the entrance to my hole.

“You like that babe? Having your ass fingered, just wait till he gets that monster cock in you, you’ll love it,” Chloe commented to me. I didn’t answer, just concentrating on her pussy and waiting in anticipation for Jay’s cock.

Suddenly I felt Jay’s helmet against my ass and couldn’t help but tense up.

“Relax,” said Jay, “Just fucking take it like the cum eating man-whore you are,” and at that, he pushed himself into me.

The pain initially was blinding and I pleaded with him to withdraw, but Chloe reprimanded me.

“Just get down and eat your sloppy seconds,” she said, “That’s it Jay, give it to him hard, ignore what he says.”

Jay grabbed my hips and started to thrust in and out of me. Slowly the pain subsided as my ass got used to his size and I actually began to enjoy the feeling of being full of cock. I began to push back against Jay, getting his cock completely up me until I felt his balls against my own.

“Look Jay, he’s enjoying it, my husband is a complete slut!” she said, “Tell him you want more Scott, beg him to shoot his cum up your ass.”

“Yes, please fuck me harder, give me an ass full of cum,” I begged, looking around at Jay.

I could no longer concentrate properly on Chloe’s pussy, and she took over, fingering her clit just inches from my face.

“Oh yes, this is so hot and you two are such fucking whores,” moaned Chloe, “Oh yes, I’m gonna come as I watch my husband getting fucked up the ass.”

Chloe’s body shuddered as the orgasm hit her, Jay in the meantime had sped up his thrusts and I sensed he was close to coming as well.

“That’s it Jay, stick it in deeper, shoot your cum into my ass,” I gasped at him, “Fill me with your hot sperm.”

Jay made a moaning sound and stopped thrusting; his cock plunged as deep into me as he could. I felt it twitching inside me and then the warm feeling as his cum spurted into my ass.

“Go on Jay, shoot your cum inside my slut husband,” Chloe said, recovering from her own orgasm but still fingering herself.

Jay thrust his now softening cock in me a couple of times and I could hear the squelching of his cum inside my now not so tight ass. He slowly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty.

“Oh fuck, Scott, you’ve got cum leaking out your ass, eat some for me babe,” Chloe instructed me.

Without a seconds hesitation, I reached around to my ass and, using two fingers, scooped up some of the cum that was at the entrance to my stretched hole. Looking up at Chloe, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the sticky mess of them, tasting the musky taste of my ass mixed with Jay’s fluids.

“You are such a dirty bastard,” giggled Chloe, “Now, suck Jay’s cock clean, we can’t send him home with a dirty cock can we?”

Jay knelt next to me, holding his cock in his hand. I licked at his helmet and then took his cock as far into my mouth as I could. Chloe moved behind me and I felt her mouth at my ass, eating me clean of any remaining spunk. I couldn’t believe my wife had turned like this, then again, I would never have thought that I would one day be sucking on a cock that had been in my own ass just minutes ago.

I worked on Jay’s cock, hoping it would go hard again, but to no avail.

“Sorry, that’s me done,” he laughed, “You two are gonna have to satisfy each other.”

Chloe stopped licking at my ass and got up, walking to Jay and then kissing him on the mouth, giving him a taste of his own juices.

“Thanks Jay, my husband needed that,” she said, “I knew from the minute he started eating his own cum that he needed a good ass fucking!”

“So, you fancy meeting again sometime?” Jay asked us as well all started to dress again. “I’ve gotta say, you two are the horniest fuckers I’ve ever met!”

Chloe looked over at me and answered for us both, “How about next Friday?” she said, “And if you’ve got any friends who wanna join in, the more the merrier.”

As we stood there, my ass throbbing from the anal assault by Jay, my face still smeared in both their juices, I realised that life for us, as far as sex was concerned, was going to change big time. It seemed that Chloe and I shared a fetish – getting fucked by a hard cock and, to be honest, I couldn’t have been happier!

The End.

The beginning of a brief affair

I can still remember that day so very clearly, I can still hear the rain falling outside and the taste of the sweat on his skin. It was two months after my eighteenth birthday and I had been staying with friends during the school holidays, as I was working in another town a few hours away from home.

The day started out pretty much the same as every other. My supervisor picked me up at 5am and we headed off to work. We drove the hour or so that we drove each way every day, talking, flirting and teasing… it was harmless fun to pass the time I had assured myself – but I knew that there was an attraction between us, at least I was sure of my attraction for him.

My Supervisor was 25 years my senior and married, but for the first time in my life I felt a need, I felt the flush of my arousal race across my skin whenever I thought of him, I could feel myself moisten in expectation in the close confines of the ute every morning and each afternoon. I couldn’t explain it, or understand the attraction I had felt for him, I wasn’t sure if it was just that he was the first man that had actually treated me as a young woman instead of a child, or if it was just a case of a simple crush.

We arrived at work and met up with the other 6 people in our crew, and headed out to start the days jobs, but things quickly changed when the skies opened and we were caught out working in the rain. It was one of those storms that came from nowhere and left behind fallen tress and flash flooding. We all raced in different directions, most went back to their cars and a couple headed for a large tree, but the Supervisor and I were further away and headed straight for a small shed nearby to try and find some shelter from the rain and wind. We were unable to speak to one another, as the heavy rain drowned out even our thoughts as it collided with the tin on the small storage shed.

Every now and then I felt his eyes watching me, only to flick away once I caught him. It took a little while for it to dawn on me that I was standing there with my wet clothes clinging to my body, hiding nothing from his gaze. I turned instantly trying to hide my embarrassment from him, and moved towards the opening of the shed. Surprised at my own shyness I tried to understand why I had turned from him, hadn’t I wanted him to see me like that, to feel his eyes on my flesh, wasn’t this the very moment I had been dreaming about these past few months?

Lost in my thoughts, I jumped the second I felt his fingers brush along the length of my arms before they came to rest on my shoulders. After what seemed like an eternity had passed, his lips softly grazed my neck as his arms came around to pull me closer to his body. At this very moment, there was no longer any denial to the attraction that was between us – I knew I wanted him and I could feel his want pressing against my arse as he pulled me even closer.

The need coursing through my body took over as I pushed myself against him, a small moan passed my lips as his tongue began to trace the path of the rain over my skin, a burning desire clouding my thoughts as his hands slowly came down to cup my breasts. It was one of those perfect moments, as he held me and whispered in my ear how long he had dreamt of this, how many times he had thought of just taking me instead of taking me home each afternoon, and then just how much he wanted me and the things he wanted to do. I clung to him as I felt the first waves of pleasure rush over my body, just from his lips on my neck, and his hard cock pushing against my arse, as he whispered to me everything I wanted to hear.

Coming back down from my little high, I noticed that the rain had slowed and feared that this would signify the end of our encounter. And it was. Outside the shed we could hear some of the others that we worked with coming out of their hiding places, and the moment passed.

His hands fell away from me and he stepped back to rearrange himself before he headed out from our own hiding place. Just as he approached the door, he stopped and pulled me to him once more his mouth almost on my own…

“Next time, we will do this properly”

And then his lips were on mine. The passion that was building during this kiss threaten to engulf me, and the fires were fanned as he moaned into my mouth, but it seemed as soon as that kiss began it was over and he was no longer standing there in the seclusion of the shed with me.

The next hour passed in a blur, as the scene replayed in my head over and over again. The memory of his lips on my neck sent a blush across my skin. I checked to make sure no one was watching me as I didn’t want to have to explain what was going on, but I caught his gaze once again and a smile crossed those very lips that I was thinking of, my blush deepened and all I could hear was his laughter.

We surveyed the damage, and the decision was made that it was too wet to work so we all packed up for the day and were preparing to make our way back home again. I was nervous about the hour-long journey back to town, so I silently sat in the ute and kept my eyes straight ahead on the road. He seemed to understand my nervousness and kept quiet and never made an issue of it. We were 30 minutes from the outskirts of town, when he did finally break the silence.

“Do you want me too?”

It was a softly spoken question, almost hesitant and his eyes never left the road as he waited for my reply. I looked over at him, watching his fingers grip the steering wheel tighter and remembered the feel of them on my skin, and I knew I did. All I could do was nod and slide myself closer to him on the seat. A smile touched his lips once more as he put his arm around me. I was enjoying the closeness, and took the opportunity to drive him as crazy as he drove me earlier.

Watching the look of sheer concentration, his determination to keep his eyes on the road, I twisted myself around a little and as my lips met his neck, my hands found his zipper. I heard him tell me a couple of times that he was going to end up hitting a tree if I kept this up, but I seen this as a challenge – he told me before that he had wanted to pull over and take me on the side of the road, and I was trying to see if I could get him to that point.

We were now 15 minutes from town, and I had still not been able to get him to pull over. I wanted him so much at this point, that I just didn’t want him to take me home and pick me back up again in the morning, and with that thought in mind, I replaced my hand on his cock with my mouth. Within seconds I smiled to myself as I felt the ute slow and then stop on the side of the road. I never stopped, but I did feel him moving – trying to get something out of his pocket.

So there we were, parked on the side of the road… my head in his lap, one of his hands gripping my head and the other holding his phone as he tried to keep it together long enough to tell his wife that he would not be back in tonight as he got caught by a washed out bridge.

I swallowed his cum and she swallowed his lie, and then he pulled me back up beside him again, kissed me and turned the ute around. I looked at him questioningly and he explained that his family owned a farm about 2 hours away and that his brothers would not ask any questions…

They were finally alone

So my husband and I have not had a great sex life for years. I’ve always been attracted to my best friend’s husband, and for the past little while he’s been a huge comfort to me. This is what happened the last time they came to visit…

*****

They were finally alone. The other two had gone to bed a little while before, and they sat on the couch, both acting as if everything was normal. She felt like the air between them was electric. It had been so long since she had felt his hands on her, and she craved his touch.

Finally, she got up the courage to ask, “do you think you could massage my lower back a little? It’s sore like all the time these days.” She chuckled nervously. He agreed. The moment his hands touched her back she felt her nipples harden, she looked down and could see them poking through her thin shirt. As he slowly rubbed and kneaded her back, his touch brought back a flood of memories associated with him. The first time he had massaged her neck, the moment on the couch in the basement when he’d made her cum (the first time anyone had done that for her in about ten years), the moment in the hotel room where she’d finally been able to taste him… All of these things came back to her and she relived them as he innocently rubbed her back. She closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure he was giving her. As she did so, she felt herself growing wet, something he’s always been able to do to her.

She shifted her body slightly and he moved one leg up on the couch behind her. Both keeping one eye out for the sensor light that would warn of someone coming, they continued in this was for a while, enjoying this moment of sensuality. She longed for him to explore further. Her back began to arch and her hips thrusted involuntarily as her body begged him for more. Seemingly unaware of what she was doing, she began gently massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. He’d always had this amazing ability to make her so hot, she felt like her skin was on fire.

He slipped his hands under her top. She stifled a moan and in her mind screamed out with wanting. Her lust for him was almost unbearable. She wanted to feel if he was hard for her. She shifted slightly backwards and found that he was. When she felt his desire, hard as a rock pressed up against her back, there was another instant gush of wetness. Her slick pussy seemed to be begging for his huge shaft to slide right in. Fill me up slowly, it seemed to say, I’m not sure if you can fit all the way, but I’ll make it easy for you to try.

She moved her hands to his upper thighs, bracing herself so she could slowly grind up against him. She seemed unable to help herself at this point, so full of desire she might explode at any moment. Finally giving into temptation he moved his hands slowly to her front, getting closer and closer until he was finally massaging her large breasts. The teasing was agony. She heard her breath heavy and hot, and she felt his quicken slightly as he breathed on her neck.

This was too much to bear. God she wanted him so bad it seemed set her whole body on fire. She reached down the front of her little shorts, and began rubbing herself through her soaking wet panties. As she did so, she felt his hardness flex a little more, and instinctively she reached behind her with her other hand and began stroking him through his thin pants. His hips thrusted forward in response, and she heard him start to breathe heavier and swallow as he pressed himself closer to her.

At this point she wanted so much more, but wasn’t sure how far she dared to go. She imagined herself being pinned roughly against the wall by him, taken from behind as he repeatedly thrusted his hard cock into her dripping lips. The next moment, she thought about how much she wanted to taste him again. She licked her lips as she thought of his delicious cum. Fuck she wanted to take him in her mouth and suck him, licking all over and not wasting a single sweet drop.

Maybe that they could risk. They had the blanket there, ready to cover up quickly if they heard any noise. He didn’t even need to pull his pants down, she could just shift them slightly and pull him out a little. She moved a little around so she was half facing him. She pulled out the blanket to get it ready and asked him, “please will you let me taste you again? We can be really careful. We can can go fast.” He hesitated only a moment, and pulled himself out. Again she felt the familiar wetness as she was able to put him in her mouth. God he tasted just as incredible as she remembered. She seemed to devour him. Fitting as much as she could in her mouth and throat, she covered the rest of his massive shaft with her hand. Sucking and stroking at the same time, she felt him pulse with desperate eagerness.

He reached down the front of her shorts and moved her sopping panties to the side. His fingers slipped inside her almost of their own accord, and he began massaging her inside, matching her rhythm. As much as they both wanted it to last forever, they were fervent in their desire, and hyper aware of finishing quickly. His creamy fingers pulled out as he began frantically rubbing her hard clit. In response to this new level of pleasure, she took even more of him into her mouth, greedily plunging him deeper and deeper down her throat. She moaned quietly with pleasure, sucking ever harder and faster. Then the words she’d been waiting for, “fuck I’m gonna go, I’m going to cum” he breathed. “Mmm hmm” she moaned hungrily with his hard cock still in her mouth.

And then she felt it. His sweet, sweet cum coating the back of her throat. And as she tasted him and felt his hand on her wet pussy, she let herself go and came at the same time. Her pace slowed. She stoked him a few more times, careful to draw out and devour every last drop.

They both sighed and relaxed, hastily covering up and moving everything back in place. She leaned on him for a few moments, recovering her breath and slowing her racing heart. She knew this rare treat was not likely to happen again soon, if ever, but she also knew she’d be able to relive this moment over and over again in the months to come, and for that she was grateful.