My heart was about to burst out of my chest, while I was hiding in the dark from the sex playroom. The only light from the single lamp in the corner kept flickering across the room. I had been inside earlier by myself. I was hidden behind the half-open door. Already, my cock was half-hard. just thinking of what my wife Claire, were going to do. She was in the doorway looking at the tall, dark, and handsome stranger in the center.
His beautiful deep brown skin displayed a rich shimmer, his ripped muscles were waving under the dim light. He was everything I wasn’t – a dominating, well-hung bull, the one who was going to take what was mine. Turning to her, his eyes were full of desire. "Claire," he said in a dry rumbling tone. One I could feel through my whole-body. A voice that shook me making my stomach turn with jealous heat.
When I saw her moving toward him, her hips tempting, my dick filled my pants even more. A sudden movement. "I couldn’t hold myself back," she whispered, while her finger was going down his magnificent chest. "I wanted to be my husband's surprise with something... unforgettable." His eyes became very dark, and penis got visibly bigger and thicker against his leg—he was definitely bigger than me, and thicker, the one that will make her pussy drip for sure.
Just then, cuckold shame hit me like a wave. it was hot and humiliating at the same time, though I had found my hand holding my own aching shaft trough my jeans. I was stroking slowly while I was watching them. Damn, the thing that she desired so much, another man like this, it makes me leak, precum.
"And what, precisely, were you thinking?" he growled, his voice sounding very rough.
Claire moved closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I want to fuck your brains out," she whispered, biting his ear. "I want to ride you until you are begging. After that, I want to see the way you make love to my husband, be the one - he's yours."
His breath caught as his huge cock thumped against her thigh. I bit my lip to stop a moan—thinking about that beast fucking me while she was watching. My balls tightened, the lust of the voyeur burning as I rubbed my crotch more, I was a little jealous of his size, but at the same time, I was very happy with her boldness.
"Is that really the case?" he said, his hand moving up her back, grabbing her hair. "And what about you, Claire?"
She threw the hair from her face, smiling devilishly. "I want to watch," she said in a seductive manner. "See you fuck him until he's boneless, crying for mercy. Then watch you fuck me, make me yours."
"Please," she whimpered, fingers in his hair. "I need you."
"Not yet," he smirked. "Beg for it."
He shoved her onto the bed, pinning her under his bulk, crushing their mouths in a sloppy, tongue-fucking kiss. She clawed his back, grinding her soaked cunt against his bulge. I pumped my fist faster, veins bulging on my cock, pre-cum dripping onto the floor—pure cuckold ecstasy watching her surrender.
He broke the kiss, ripping her shirt open, buttons flying. Her tits bounced free, nipples stiff peaked- begging for abuse. "Fuck," he groaned, latching onto one, sucking hard while pinching the other. Claire arched, crying out, hips bucking wildly.
My god, her pleasure from his mouth—sounds I'd never pulled from her. I edged myself, balls aching, forcing back my load to savor the show.
His mouth dragged lower, over her belly, yanking her skirt up. Fingers plunged between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit through drenched panties before shredding them aside. She gasped, thighs, wide, exposing her glistening pink pussy—lips puffy, hole clenching emptily.
"Please," she whimpered, her fingers tangled in his hair. "I need you."
"Not yet," he smirked. "Beg for it,"
He pushed her onto the bed, holding her down with his body, kissing her with a sloppy, tongue-banging kiss. She dug her nails into his back, grinding her saturated pussy against his erection. I pumped my fist faster, my veins throbbing with my dick, my precum dripping onto the floor—cuckold heaven seeing her give in.
Jesus God, her pleasure at his mouth— sounds I'd never coaxed from her before. I edged myself, balls throbbing with anticipation, holding off my cum to appreciate the view.
His mouth trailed lower, down past her belly, hauling her skirt up. His fingers drove between her legs, rubbing her engorged clit through soaked panties and tearing them away. She gasped, opening her thighs wide, leaving her shining pink sex bare, the flesh puffy, the hole empty.
“Please," she pleaded again, yanking his head down.
Not yet," he taunted, then dived in, his tongue probing her sloppy folds, lapping up her juices with noisy relish. Slurps rang out—draws up her slit, licks her clit, then sucks it between his lips.
Claire screamed, her body jerking, her legs clamped around his head. He was finger fucking her hard, his fingers thick, curling around her g-spot, pounding furiously. I paced his strokes with my cock, my fist flying, entranced by the fluids slicking his chin, her vagina fluttering around his knuckles.
“Don't stop,” she gasped. “Make me cum!”
He growled into her pussy, his tongue pounding on her clit, his fingers scissoring deeply. She came apart, arching backward, her pussy erupting over his face, squirting spasms wracking her throat as she wailed, her tits heaving as she was shattered by a superior man.
But he just kept fucking her through it, milking every spasm until she collapsed, pussy convulsing, filled and slightly ajar. My own cock throbbed wildly, but I waited, masochistic rush building.
He stands up, wiping the cream from his mouth, eyes hungry. His zipper bulges prominently as he unhitch it to had let the Veins of the little Beast emerged – nine inches + girth and flesh with balls chocked with semen for my wife. “Good girl,” he whispered, coating himself with her lubricant slick. “Let's see how well you can take cock.”
He loomed above her, head pushing against her opening, eager to split her apart while I watched, caressing fervently in the darkness, cuckold's heart bursting wide with sinful ecstasy.
