Everyone has Fantasies

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“Maybe you’re more useless than I thought.” Jen said it with a smile, fully aware she’d created the situation in which I was destined to fail her, but her words still stung. “I’d rather let Jake fuck me anyway, I feel like being a slut.”

Even though my experience would be more accurately described as releasing semen rather than cuming, at least some of the lust I’d felt for the past week had faded and the realization that my wife had fucked another man started to sink in. Not only did I give up my wife to him, I eagerly lapped up his residue on her return. Any spark of lust from my ultimate offense had vanished, I was broken. I fought back the whimper of regret I knew would spoil everything, “You didn‘t get enough of his big dick the first time?”

“Is that something you’re sure you really want to know?”

“I not sure I want to or not, but I have to know.

“Do you promise to let Jake fuck me like a slut with that big dick of his if I tell you the whole truth?”

Now purged of my semen I was more cautious, now fully aware that my words could and would be used against me, but despite my benign draining, the idea of putting this latex monster to work on Jen still seemed like fun. “I’ll give you the fucking of your life and tell you what a slut you are just like he did while I pound that nasty married cunt of yours, just tell me what happened.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I fucking promise. Jesus Jen tell me.” It came across more angry than I intended, Jen didn’t either didn’t care, or didn’t notice.

“After I came on Jake’s fingers I was suddenly self-conscious, I looked around and people were staring, a couple guys were even clapping. Thinking back about it now, I wish you were there helplessly watching him transform me into his slut. Realizing so many people had seen what I’d done kind of freaked me out for a minute. I pulled away a little and looked in the direction of the other wives. Quite a crowd had surrounded us, I was relieved the crowd blocked their view. Jake handed me his business card and told me I owed him one. I promised him I’d go straight home and ask my hubby if he could fuck me and when you agreed I promised to call him and give him our address so I could make it up to him tonight. You’re the best Jamie!” Jen gave me a quick peck and bounced from the bed. She retrieved the small white card from her clutch purse as the horror of my promise registered in my mind. The eagerness of becoming a cuckold had faded, the idea of my wife fucking a complete stranger in my bed was now something I did not want to happen. Jen broke into hysterical laughter about the same time I panicked. She stopped me as I climbed out of bed. She handed me one of my own business cards and motioned for me to sit down, she sat next to me, now aware of the extent of my terror.

“He didn’t give you his card?”

“No, everything else I said was true, but I made that part up. He just said I owed him one and left. By now he’s either relieving his frustrations with some other lucky slut or finishing what I started by himself.”

“You didn’t let him fuck you?”

“Of course not James, tonight was fun and I went farther than I should have, but I want things are perfect when that happens as much as you do. Did you really think I’d let him fuck me in front of all my friends?”

I noticed immediately Jen called me James for the first time tonight, “Not when you left, but after what you made me do when you first got home….”

“I hardly had to make you, you were more than willing. You wanted to eat his cum and you loved every second of sucking it out of me. You aren’t a cum eating cuckold yet Jamie, but you will be. Make it perfect for us, you know you want it to happen as much as I do.”

My time as James was short lived.

“Now, how about keeping your promise?”

I fuck the married little slut with the big meat she craved for almost an hour, she’d had enough much soon than that and begged incessantly for Jake to cum, I didn’t care. I continued to order her around like the slut she is and fucked her hard in every position until I was sure she’d remember my use of her for days. I finally felt my own orgasm near as my own little penis slid between her round butt cheeks and and the bed as I shoved my new man meat balls deep into her raw used cunt. As my pleasure peaked I leapt forward and shoved my penis as deeply as I could into her throat. The huge cock and balls covered her face and coated it with her cum. She was gagging as I held her by her hair and my cum sprayed into her belly, only then did I allow her the breath she desperately needed.

She spoke a bit rasply as the color returned to her face, “That was pretty rough.”

“Isn’t that how a married cunt like you wants it.”

“That is exactly how I want it next time, before I come home to you.”

Now that is good writing. Storm, be warned. You have a rival for the crown.

Nice work. Thank you for your effort. Enjoy your break, you deserve it. I eagerly look forward to reading your future work.

Thanks

GH

Great update, this is certainly hotting up.

I love the way it's unfolding as she loses her inhibitions about only cucking hubby with out-of-town folks but now she's beyond that in that she's going to fuck someone close to home and she doesn't care which of her friends will see her affair with the local stud.

Zinc,
This is quickly becoming one of my favourites. If this is just part one, I can only imagine what you have planned for part two. Thanks for all so far, I hope your issues are settled soon.

Zinc, this is just a great story, with an excellent pace and a very enticing couple for us to get to know and love. You make it so real, and so sexy! GH kiddingly warned of a rival (and I should say the same to him!) but I welcome you with open arms; can't get too many good writers at one time, in my opinion!

Thanks for all of your efforts thus far. I hope you have a good break and get things taken care of at your end so that you can return soon with Part II. Happy New Year!

zinc,

excellent story. please keep going

sallyann

This is by far the best story I have read in a long time. Keep up the great work.

More please. I loved making hubby eat her after she returned and then making hubby realize that he wanted to eat other men's cum from her. Next time he'll get the real thing. I also loved the denial and ruined orgasm aspect.

As I posted before I love it when the rules start to fall away and the "only under perfect circumstances provision and only far from home" restrictions are discarded by a horny wife who takes control of the previously hubby-driven experimentation.

I look forward to her fucking other guys and telling hubby how much better it is with her lovers. Hopefully hubby's access will continue to dwindle as she looks to other men, strangers and then men increasingly closer to home and work friends.

What a wonderful way to finish this chapter, great story and characterization, looking forward to when you have the time to start the next chapter and we see Jen take further steps, well done

Things have taken a turn for the better and I will be able to continue, though perhaps at a slower pace. First I like to apologize for all the errors in my rushed last post, I'll correct them as soon as time allows.


goodhusband
Thank you for the continued encouragement. Given your talent, your acknowledgment of my work is especially appreciated.
stormydog
I too see none of us as rivals, but I certainly appreciate being mentioned with GH and yourself. You are both excellent writers and I look forward to your posts.
arkansan
Thank you for your undaunting support.
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Thanks for reading and commenting, part two may be a little slower, but if you'll follow, I'll write.

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Our life together became unexpectedly normal in the month that followed Jen’s night out. I’d always anticipated we’d share our thoughts after a night like that for weeks, replaying ever detail of what was going through our minds as the events of the evening unfolded. Even my duties I’d come to expect before her night on the town now seemed less exciting to her and in turn to me as well. I ate Jen regularly, but not daily. We had real sex sometimes and on a few other occasions she did suggested she’d prefer if I just took care of myself after pleasuring her, but the activities that were so intense before that evening seemed to lack the passion they overflowed with previously. Jen hadn’t insisted I clean up my mess even once, though she’d didn’t object when I made my way between her legs after I’d cum and she always rewarded my lips with at least one more sweet orgasm when I did, but something had changed. Little boy, bitch, cum eater seemed to have been lost from her vocabulary; I’d even started to miss being called Jamie. It came to a head after I ate a particularly large deposit from her and she just rolled over and said good night.

“What’s going on Jen?”

“Nothing James. I’m just tired.”

“I don’t just mean tonight Jen. Ever since your with Jake things have been different, I know it and you know it. We have to talk about it, I can tell you’re upset about something and I’m tired of pretending that everything is okay.”

“I’m not upset James, but I just can’t get into pretending I’m something I’m not.”

“Don’t talk in riddles Jen, this is serious.”

“James I like having you eat my pussy and you’re really good at it, but that doesn’t make you my cuckold any more than licking up your mess makes you my bitch. I think I got caught up in how much fun I was having thinking I was actually becoming your cuckoldress, but I realized after that night that it would never really happen.”

“How did you get the idea after that night that it would never really happen? I was thinking the complete opposite.”

“I don’t see how. James you weren’t disappointed I didn’t fuck Jake you were relieved, it was obvious. I’d never cheat on you and even though the fantasy was yours, the reality is you don’t really wanted me to do those things, you just wanted to pretend. It was fun James, but after that night I can’t keep pretending I’m something I’m never really going to be. Maybe after a while we can make believe it for a night or something, but pretending you want me to fuck other guys 24/7 is too hard for me when I know it’s not true.”

“You don’t want to make me your perfect little cuckold anymore?”

“It never was about what I wanted at all James, that’s the problem. I can’t tell you how great it was for me to feel so loved that you’d let me control how or even if you got to cum. I felt so special knowing you’d lick up your mess even though you didn’t want to just to make me happy and when I thought you loved me so much you really wanted me to enjoy my biggest fantasy by being a slut for men with big cocks, I felt like the luckiest wife in the world. Then I realized me really being with other men was all just some role-playing fantasy to you and you didn’t really want that at all. I know you love me James, but I was really disappointed when I realized that the special type of love I thought we had us wasn’t real at all.”

“So you don’t think I love you enough to let you make me a cuckold.”

“Maybe it isn’t that you don’t love me enough, I know you love me more than anything and I love you just as much. I don’t think you love me with the special love that would allow you to really want me to make you my cuckold by satisfying other men’s deepest carnal lusts while you give up all your needs and only concern yourself with taking care of mine. There aren’t many men that love any woman that much James. We have a great marriage and we always will, I wasn’t being realistic.”

“Maybe I started out pretending and it was more of a fantasy for me, but it’s not like role-playing or even pretending is a bad thing. I’m not even sure I was relieved, as you put it, that you didn’t fuck Jake. God Jen, I ate your pussy thinking it was full of his cum and I think it was pretty obvious I liked doing it. I was a freaked out thinking that first your girlfriends then everyone we know would either think you were cheating on me or worse yet that I was home jerking myself to the edge fully aware of what you were doing. I knew as well as you did after that night that it was really going to happen. I knew it was just a matter of time before I was really your cuckold and you were living out your desires with other men. I liked everything you were making me do and I liked feeling like I was your cuckold, or at least that I soon would be. I miss that feeling Jen, I really do.”

“Then you need to figure out what it really is that you miss and what you really want.”

Jen always had a way of condensing our disagreements down to a simple decision or question, this time was no exception. I’d already accepted in my mind that Jen would soon be having sex with other men, but just my acceptance wasn’t enough, I understood that now. I either wanted to be a cuckold or I didn’t, it was that simple.

Nice switch Zinc, and thanks for continuing so soon, but somehow I don't think it is ever going to be quite that simple ..

Excellent, like the way she's twisting it around so that, "He doesn't love her enough." She an excellent manipulator! Keep up the good work!

Excellent unfolding. More, please.

Zinc, glad to have you back! That was a really good addition, reflecting some of the confusion and angst that goes into making such a difficult choice and change in their lives. It had a very real feel to it, with Jen kind of shutting down some aspects of the relationship until she felt more sure of things. It struck me as being the way real people would relate, and not the usual shallow all-sex or cruelty/offense stories that are so common, the type GH calls "masturbation fodder". Thanks for taking the time to create such a good story!

Great turnaround, when he admits his feelings she will be so in charge. Please keep posting.

One of the best stories ever posted here. Zinc you are right up there with the likes of GoodHusband! I just hope you will bring the story to a proper conclusion rather than leaving us hanging like so many other stories, that start off with so much promise, but are never completed.

Zinc

I like this new twist. I'm looking forward to more.

Thank you for continuing the story.

GH

i'm hooked, permisternaly

peakmb
It never is, is it?

stormydog
Thanks Storm, I too find a greater sense of reality more exciting.

pakihotwife
Any comparimister to GH is high praise indeed!
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Nico69
Thanks for following and your comments. This was actually a difficult chapter for me to write. I went one direction then completely rewrote it. For me the rewrite seemed more in keeping with the permisteralities of the characters.

My simple decision was not one that could be determined by my usual logical manner of listing and comparing the pros and cons between two distinct choices. The facts were simple to list, but which side of the line even the most obvious facts belonged was impossible to determine. Choosing to be your wife’s cuckold and embracing the masochistic offense that went goes that choice has no foundation in logic.

“Jen, I’m not sure exactly what to say or how to say it. For me each step of the way felt less like we were pretending and more like we were really changing. I felt like you were discovering what you really wanted and you were molding me. Maybe in my own mind the idea that you were using my own desires to manipulate me into your cuckold husband made the things I was doing and the changes I was seeing within myself more acceptable. It was easier for me to rationalize that you were turning me into your cuckold than it was to have to admit I was really living out my own repressed desires. I think I was as excited about becoming a cuckold as much as you were to make me one.”

“Are you sure Jamie?”

Jen’s tone and the use of my pet name made my groin tingle. “I’m completely sure, to a point. This still a hard for me to say aloud, but I do want you to have sex with other men. I want you to experience the feeling of giving yourself to another man, letting him have you in whatever way excites you the most, with my full blessing and support. I do know without a doubt that I do want you to cuckold me Jen.”

“So what are you unsure of?”

“I’m 100% sure I want it to happen, but I’m less sure of how I’ll feel when it does. I think I can deal with the contradicted feelings I’ll have between jealousy and lust as long as it brings us closer, but the thought of feeling like you’re slipping away from me scares me to death.”

“I you’ve been listening to me you’d know it would only make me love you more. I realize you’d be giving up a lot, I’ve been very aware of that since we started. Ask yourself this Jamie, has anything I’ve done to this point made you feel any less loved? Even when you thought I let Jake have me the first night I met him did you for one second think I loved you any less?”

Jen, as usual, made me see the fallacy in my concerns.

“Our marriage is built on trust Jamie, if anything, I think our trust would only grow deeper. I don’t have the slightest desire to have any emotion relationship with any other man, I have you for that and you satisfy me completely in that way. It make me sound like a slut, I guess I am, but I need to be as honest with you as you are being with me, a guy having some sort of emotional feelings for me would turn me off. My ideal stud would fuck me senseless and never care if he sees me again. I want to be a piece of ass, hopefully the best piece of ass he‘s ever had, but nothing more. What you seem to be missing is for me, no matter how good a guy is the idea of being a slut for a different guy is way more exciting to me than being with any guy the second time. I need you to understand that I realize all responsibilities that would be mine as your cuckoldress, not the least of which would be to assure that you are as happy about being my cuck as I will be in having you as one. I’ll make sure you never doubt that I love you, but I’ll need the same from you. As much as I may like feeling like a slut or a whore with other men on a given night, I’ll need to know in your eyes I’ll always be the princess I’ve always been. It’s obvious the long term success or failure of our new relationship will be based on both of us focusing on the different needs each of us has now and will grow to have in the future.”

“I want to try it Jen and I want it to work I really do, but I think we need to get away from here. I don’t want to become the town wimp.”

“I don’t want you to think of yourself that way, in town or out. If anything, wanting to do this together just shows me you’re a more confident man that most. I’ll only act on my desires in ways that I believe they will excite you as much as they do me, it just doesn’t work for me any other way, but I have to have your complete trust and part of that trust is my complete freedom to act on my desires. I won’t disappoint you, I promise.”

I took Jen’s promise as a vow of discretion rather than a promise of local abstinence, it was clear that was the most she could honestly give. “I can give you the complete freedom you need in return for the thing I need the most. If it doesn’t work out, for either of us at anytime, then we both agree to end it.”

I could tell by Jen’s pause she was probably contemplating all the traditional cuckold stories of transition, ’there is no turning back’, ’once I start I can never stop’, or ’things will never be the same’ and seriously evaluating if she could ever give up her lust for the oversized cocks of other men once she had tasted it. “That would mean everything Jamie, no more pretending, we’re either all in or all out, you’re either a cuckold or you’re not, if we end it, it’s over, forever.”

Jen’s answer on confirmed what we both already knew, this wasn’t some story, far from a fairy tale, this was real life and my wife would soon be another man’s whore and I’d become her cuckold.

Wow! Wonderful! Keep em coming.

Zinc,

As you've noticed, in real writing the characters unfold the story before us. The author doesn't decide what his characters will do, they do and we just write down what happens. Cervantes said only the characters in his novel had free will, not himself as author. If you write out what you think happpens it'll feel wrong until you go back and let the characters act it out on their own.

Zinc03 - Thanks for keeping this going, it just seems to get better and better.

And the ambivalence and agony continues. Coming to terms with being a willing cuckold is not easy and you are doing an excellent job of portraying that.

Thank you

GH

Zinc:

I don’t see how I’ve managed to miss your story, but am so glad to have discovered it. This has been some fantastic reading material that is on par with the other great writers from this site.

Thanks for sharing your talent with us…… I’m really looking forward to following along.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

I love the way you manage to portray Jamie's anxiety, the lust he feels for Jen to make him a cuckold and the angst he feels about losing her......wonderful

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Thank you for the continued comments.

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Jen and I fell into a rhythm over the next few days that most accurately be compared to a very open minded couple who’d recently started dating. We’d talk openly and honestly for hours. I think both of realized for the first time in our lives we truly had no secrets. Unlike the abridged time frame we had between Jen informing me of her upcoming night out with the girls, we progressed at a much slower pace in the days following the new openness of our relationship. Jen clearly wanted to understand which details of her pending infidelity excited me most and to what extend her dominance or even offense of me served to fuel my lust for her. I found explaining why certain things excited me far more difficult than determining which acts pushed my buttons. I hadn’t cum since the night I’d come clean about my own wants, we both had subsequently agreed that I was more open about my kinks when I was somewhat deprived. I’m not sure if it was the lack of release or my true acceptance of the inevitable, but it was undeniable that I was genuinely excited about Jen having her first encounter, a fact that pleased Jen greatly.

I was so distracted with the my thoughts about the fun we’d have over the weekend my productivity ground to halt shortly after lunch on Friday. I left work early, I even caught myself speeding a couple times on the way home. As crazy as it seemed I felt like teenager who’d fallen in love for the first time. I had all the signs, I thought about Jen constantly, when she’d called or sent a text my heart raced, and of course I was constantly horny and sported the rigid little penis to prove it far more often than would be typical of a middle aged adult male.

I was more than a little disappointed when the rising garage door revealed an empty bay where Jen parked. She had sent me a text when she was heading to the gym after lunch. Jen was serious about her training, even more so lately, so it was very unusual for her to go anywhere after the gym until she came home and showered. It was almost 5:00 pm, not even Jen could workout for that long.

I sent my text before I even got out of the car, “I couldn’t wait to see my hot sexy wife so I came home a little early.”

Her reply came quickly, “I stopped by Rob’s house after my workout to check out his equipment. I was getting ready to leave anyway, so I’ll be home soon.”

Rob is Jen’s trainer and he looks the part. I met him once when I stopped by her gym shortly after Jen hired him. At that time we were already role-playing our fantasies and we both made innuendos about him on more than one occasion that at the time seemed harmless. To any seamistered cuck Jen’s text would have clearly implied she’d ‘checked out’ the equipment he had hanging between his muscle bound legs and was unabashedly texting her husband her activities in front the man who’d just fucked her as she dressed to leave, but Jen had teased me on more than one occasion over the last few weeks about the fact that Rob trained a few clients at his house for a discounted rate and realistic or not I knew that her decision to stop by his place could be at least marginally innocent and her scantily veiled description could have just as easily been another masterful way she’d chosen to tease me. I decided to shower and wait for her as patiently as possible fully aware that Rob may very well have already made me my wife’s cuckold.

The vision of Jen being his whore played in my mind as I showered, the urge to relieve my full balls with a few quick strokes was almost unbearable. I jealously contemplated for the first time, her undoubted repeated orgasms as he pounded her like a slut and imagined him blowing his load in or on her quivering tight body. The offense of knowing he and men like him could and would bring Jen to sexually heights with their substantial manhood in ways that I never could with my little penis was emotionally castrating. I realized for the first time I longed to lick my wife to repeated orgasms far more than I desired to further demonstrate my own inability to give her satisfaction by penetrating her with my boyish penis. I was eager to cum, but cuming in my own hand now seemed less humiliating than allowing her to compare it to the man sized cock she either did or could have enjoyed.

I didn’t hear Jen come in, her voice startled me as I walked into the bedroom. “Don’t bother getting dressed and let me see if you’re hard?”
I dropped my towel revealing my inadequate comparimister to what she’d undoubtedly had at her disposal for the last few hours. Jen always looked good in her workout clothes. She usually wore some spandex pants that fit tightly to her perfect heart shaped ass and accentuated her shapely legs. Today however she worn what could loosely be interpreted as running shorts. They were royal blue and fit snugly enough to outline her mound as well as they did her ass. Her top was yellow and seemed to have a sports type bra built into it. The neckline scooped rather low and her round breast were pronounced. Her dark hair and smooth olive skin only made the outfit sexier.

“Would you like to please me?”

‘Pleasing her’ had become synonymous with eating her to several orgasms. During our recent discussions she’d confessed that even though she orgasms easily, my lack of size always made it difficult to for her to cum when we had sex. She further explained that she’d always preferred my mouth over my penis. “I’d love to please you Jen, I’ve been thinking about doing that for you all day.”

“If I told you Rob had been fucking me for the last two hours would you still be as eager to please me with that magic tongue of yours?”

I knew that it was a very real possibility he had and I was equally sure that the only way I could hope to give her some measure of the pleasure he had was with my mouth. I’d contemplated my future as Jen’s cuck, eating her stud’s cum seemed an unavoidable necessity if I was going to solidify my place as a source of sexual pleasure after Jen began experiencing more endowed men. “I’ll always do that for you Jen, whether you been with anyone else or not. In a way, you having been with another guy makes me want to do it even more.”

“My little boy is becoming quite the cum eating cuckold isn’t he? Once I realized what a turn on it was for me to make you clean up your mess, letting you cum without doing it seemed like a waste, but I never thought I’d hear you say having my pussy full of your cum made you want to lick me more, let alone it being full of cum from someone else.”

“I know what I said kind of sounded that way, but to be honest Jen, I don’t like eating cum, but I could tell how much you liked it the first time I did and that’s enough for me. I don’t have to like it to want to do it for you. Does that make sense?”

“Sure it does, Jamie. Just like me liking it more because I know you don’t make sense, but it doesn’t explain why you might want to lick my pussy even more after I’ve been with someone else. Is it because you can eat someone else’s while you’re still horny?”

“I’m sure that helps. Just eating my own after I cum after I get off is hard enough, I can’t imagine how hard it would be to clean up after someone else if I came first. Look Jen, I know I can’t fuck you as good as Rob or guys like him can, but I’m good with my tongue and knowing I can still get you off that way no matter how many times some other guy did with his big cock makes me feel a little better about myself.”

“Now I almost wish I did have a big load of Rob’s cum inside me. It would have been worth giving him what he wanted just to see you get me off while you clean up his mess. He tried of course and my answer was more of a not now rather than a no. Having a guy fuck me on any kind of regular basis isn’t really my thing and I’m sure Rob would want more than a one time thing if I showed up at his house four times a week dressed like this and ready for a workout, maybe I’ll feel different once I get started.”

“Let’s just take it one step at a time Jen, but I’m sure he got you worked up and I’d like to finish what he started. May I please lick you Jen?”

“I like it when you say please, it kind of sounds like you’re begging.”

“Begging you is kind of hot for me too.”

“I’ll remember that Jamie, but now I’m too horny to play games, so get to it.”

Jen was drenched, I’m not sure how much of it was from our conversation and how much of it was from her realization that she could have fucked Rob without repercussion. By the time she’d had enough I was feeling pretty good about myself. Jen had been riding my face and looking down into my eyes when she had her final orgasm. She slid backwards and I assumed she was going to mount my aching little penis. I knew I wouldn’t last more than a minute. Strangely I almost felt myself going a bit limp at the thought of how pathetic sex with me was going to be after she’d spent nearly an hour thoroughly enjoying my better sex organ. Jen slid past my penis and held it, as she started stroking it gently it returned to full strength.

“Would you like to cum in my hand Jamie?”

As odd as it may seem I was relieved and very excited. “I’d like that a lot Jen!”

“I love your new little boy attitude. Keep this up and I’m going to start thinking you’d be happy just eating my pussy and letting other guys take care of fucking your wife as long as you got to cum for me.”

I wasn’t ready to admit to myself or to Jen that I was up for that, but a hand job from Jen was exactly what I wanted at that moment. “It won’t take much Jen, you know what eating your pussy does to me.”

“I’m very glad you like it Jamie, now go ahead, cum in my hand.” Jen released my hard little penis and cupped her hands in front of its tip. It was clear that cuming in her hand didn’t necessarily indicated that she was going to do the stroking for me. I would have preferred her at least taking pleasure in getting me off, but looking at the way she smiled down at me as I tugged myself off into her hand full aware of what would come next was enough to push me over the edge almost as quickly. Maybe it’s the time I go between orgasms, or perhaps it is the intensity of being treated as her cuck, whatever the reamister I feel like I cum three times as much as I did as a traditional husband. As I finished, Jen as expected moved her hands to my mouth. She held them like a bowl just above my face.

“I’d like it if you begged me for it Jamie.”

“Jen may I please clean your hands?”

“More Jamie, you can do better.”

I took a breath, I knew what she wanted. “Jen please feed me my cum. I want to eat it for you, to lick up every drop. I want to be your cum eating little cuck, please feed me Jen.” I was running out of ways to say the same thing and I seemed to be dreading the inevitable more intensely the longer she waited. Finally I saw her hands part and my semen began to run from the crack between her hands into my open mouth. Jen took her time, had me eventually lick every one of her fingers and the palms of her hands. She smiled when I’d completed my task and as usual left me without further comment. As she showered, I listened to the water flowing over her body, lost in my thoughts of what I’d become.

Love the way this is playing out.

Sure hope Jamie soon gets his reward of sloppy seconds.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

I remember well how hot I was at the fantasy of eating another man's cum from my lovely, sexy, trim C. who was my girlfriend. When we let another man have her and fill her with cum I was right there to eat her. The reality of eating her fresh creampie was sooooooo exciting. It was waaaaay better than even the fantasy. I hope it's the same in your story.

Eating your own cum from a woman loses its appeal after you cum but when you're excited after watching other men cum in your beloved then get to feast on her messy cunt as you're at the peak of arousal, that's the best sex there is. The taste of his and her juices mixed and fresh is intoxicating and immensly erotic. The fact that it's your beloved's body filled by another man's cum is exciting beyond belief.

Zinc,
You really are doing an excellent job of keeping this real. I can see you're living this, and it feels like we're looking over your shoulder while you do it. Thanks.