Becca Bellamy
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A Little Taste of Cuckolding
🕑 Added 2024-03-13 05:01:28 +0000 UTCAnthony tugged on his collar as he wondered if a bowtie was supposed to fit so tightly. It felt like he was being slowly choked. He looked at the other tuxedo-clad men in the room and marveled at how they all seemed so comfortable. He hadn’t worn a tux since his wedding, though now that his wife Marissa had landed a promotion into the c-suite at her consulting firm it was quite likely he’d be tuxedo-clad again in the future.
He grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray and stepped into the massive foyer of the mansion where the charity gala was being held. He searched for Marissa – she was hard to miss in the floor-length, light purple satin gown she’d bought for the occasion – but she was nowhere to be found.
Anthony felt a little annoyed – Marissa had promised she wouldn’t abandon him – but he resolved to be the supportive husband she needed. His discomfort in the tuxedo didn’t matter. The fact that he’d only met her coworkers a few times and didn’t know any of them particularly well didn’t matter. Marissa deserved his support. She’d worked hard for her promotion and the job paid exceptionally well. Plus, he was at a party. It was okay to have fun, as the handful of tipsy guests made perfectly obvious.
Anthony tilted his head back to take a long sip of his champagne and stopped when he spotted his wife at the top of the marble staircase that led to the mansion’s second floor. She glanced back, smiled, and disappeared down a hallway.
For a moment Anthony considered drinking his champagne and socializing with Marissa’s coworkers. For a moment he told himself that she probably had a very good reason to be on the second floor of the mansion and to look like she was sneaking away.
That moment passed quickly, though. Anthony drank the entire glass of champagne in one gulp, placed it on a marble pedestal that held a ridiculous-looking replica of a Roman sculpture, and made his way through the crowd. The stairs weren’t roped off so he proceeded to climb them just as his wife had in her impossibly sexy dress.
He followed her path down the dark, windowless hallway and crept slowly past two closed doors and towards the sliver of light escaping out of a third. Anthony stopped a few feet short of the door and listened to a brief, muffled conversation. He was quite certain he heard the sounds of kissing and then a laugh rang out. It was Marissa’s laugh. At least he thought it was Marissa’s laugh. He didn’t quite want to believe it, though, because if it was his wife’s laugh then she was also the one kissing someone in the room.
Anthony crept closer to the door, backed up just a little, and poked his head out to look inside. He saw a blonde woman on her knees between a man’s legs. He was sitting in a chair and they were kissing, and not in a this-is-our-first-time kind of way. They were kissing like people that were intimately familiar with each other.
The woman was wearing a purple satin dress. Her blonde hair was styled in a side bun. Her ass looked absolutely fantastic. Anthony didn’t want to believe it, but it was hard to ignore the evidence that made it seem clear that Marissa was on her knees between another man’s legs.
The kiss ended and Anthony watched the woman’s hands move between the man’s legs as her gaze remained fixed on him. She seemed to unzip his pants, and while Anthony couldn’t see what she was doing, he was certain the woman was pulling out the guy’s cock.
It wasn’t until the blonde’s head dropped into the guy’s lap that Anthony realized how hard his heart was beating. He could feel it in his chest and hear it in his ears. There was a little bit of sweat on his brow and his feet tingled a little for reasons he didn’t understand.
Anthony recognized the guy. It was Trevor, one of Marissa’s coworkers. They’d met at the previous year’s Christmas party. Trevor was one of the few people at the company that had made an effort to get to know Anthony.
It wasn’t until the blonde put her hand on Trevor’s leg that Anthony knew it was his wife. It wasn’t until he saw the engagement ring he’d given her that he was absolutely certain that Marissa was blowing another guy at the charity gala. She was on her knees in the most beautiful dress she’d ever worn and she had someone else’s dick in her mouth. He didn’t have to see her face to know it was true.
Despite that, it was still a little painful when Trevor said, “Fuck, Marissa, you’re incredible.”
She responded by running her hand – the one on which she wore her wedding ring – up his stomach and chest as her head continued to bob up and down between his legs.
Anthony felt like his legs were made of concrete. For some reason he couldn’t move. His wife was giving someone else a blowjob and he was just standing there and watching. He was watching the way the satin got a little tighter against her ass each time she took Trevor into her mouth. He was watching the way her hair bounced a little with every movement. He was watching the way her right arm moved, presumably as she used her hand to stroke Trevor’s dick while she sucked him.
Marissa’s head popped up and the sound of slippery cock stroking spilled out of the doorway as she looked at Trevor.
“Incredible, huh?” she asked.
Trevor laughed before a look of pleasure washed over his face. “Incredible doesn’t begin to describe it,” he said.
“You’re not so bad yourself, you know,” Marissa said. “You’ve given me some of the best orgasms of my life. You deserve a blowjob at a fancy party.”
“We’re damn good together,” Trevor said.
“Yes we are,” Marissa replied before her head dropped into his lap once more.
The news that his wife was having an affair hit Anthony like a ton of bricks. She’d worked a lot of late nights in her pursuit of a promotion and apparently she’d taken up with Trevor while doing so. How many times had they done what they were doing right now? How many times had she fucked him and come home to Anthony? How many times had she gone down on him and come home to Anthony?
More importantly, why wasn’t he storming into the room? Why was he standing outside the door and watching the rhythmic movements of his wife’s head as she sucked another man’s cock? Why was he oddly enraptured with the sight of the woman he loved going down on someone else?
Marissa lifted her head and once more Anthony heard the sound of slippery cock stroking. His wife was working to pleasure another man and he still couldn’t walk away or burst into the room and demand that she knock it the fuck off.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she said to Trevor. “I want to swallow for you.”
She dropped her head into his lap once more and Anthony saw the smile on Trevor’s face. Of course he was smiling. What man wouldn’t smile at hearing something like that coming from a beautiful woman in an elegant dress?
Anthony heard the sound of a wet blowjob. Marissa was working Trevor now. She wanted him to cum and her technique was effective. Anthony could see it on Trevor’s face. His eyes were closed. The pleasure he was feeling was obvious. He was about to cum.
He gripped the edge of the chair and for a moment his body froze up before he unleashed a series of moans. Trevor was cumming in Marissa’s mouth. She’d just sucked another man off. Anthony had watched without doing a damn thing. He was just standing there and watching another man cum in his wife’s mouth. His heart was pounding. His body was awash in strange sensations and yet he couldn’t find the strength to look away.
Marissa’s head lifted from Trevor’s lap as Anthony again let his eyes wander over her body in the satin dress. She looked so perfect and all Anthony could think was why his wife hadn’t dragged him upstairs. Why had she blown some other guy at the party? Why hadn’t she been interested in doing that for him?
“You are the most incredible woman,” Trevor said. “It’s a shame you’re married.”
“You still get to have a little fun,” Marissa replied as she put her hands on Trevor’s legs and stood up.
That was Anthony’s signal to leave and he knew he might not make to the end of the hallway before they emerged from the room. Instead of retreating the way he came, Anthony walked quickly and quietly to the next door, twisted the knob and silently celebrated when it opened for him. He stepped into a sunlit room and closed the door most of the way, leaving it open just a crack to avoid making any excess noise.
Anthony heard Trevor and Marissa talking in the hallway, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. When the conversation died down he assumed they were gone and he leaned against the wall and tried to decide what he wanted to do. Was it best to act like he hadn’t seen anything and talk to Marissa about it later? Should he leave without telling her? Should he quietly tell her he’d seen what she’d done and walk out? Should he make a scene and try to sabotage her job?
He’d barely run through the possibilities when Marissa stepped into the room. She closed the door, smiled at Anthony, and stepped close enough that he could smell the delicate perfume she’d applied before they left.
Marissa slowly ran her hand down his chest as she asked, “What are you doing in here?”
“What?” Anthony asked. His brain was awash in a confusing array of feelings and he couldn’t gather a single coherent thought.
Marissa grasped his zipper with her delicate fingers and slowly pulled it down. She reached inside and smiled as she found his cock.
“Did you enjoy watching?” she asked.
Anthony was stunned at how good her hand felt. He looked down to see that his cock was hard and out of his pants as his wife slowly stroked him. He was alarmed at the sense of arousal coursing through his body. He wasn’t supposed to be turned on. He was supposed to be angry.
Marissa took Anthony’s hand and placed it on her breast as she stroked him. He couldn’t help but take her suggestion and squeeze her perky flesh through the soft, sexy satin of her dress. She stepped closer and moved his hand to her ass and again he squeezed as she seemed to uncover a deeper vein of arousal within him.
Marissa leaned closer, teased his neck with a feathery kiss, and whispered, “Did you enjoy watching, honey?”
Anthony was overcome with a kind of arousal he didn’t understand. His cock felt harder than it had in years and it seemed that the desire had spread from his pelvis and now occupied his entire body. There was only one answer that made any sense.
“Yes,” he said.
“It’s just a fling,” she said. “He’s just a toy for me to have fun with. He likes to say things he shouldn’t after he cums, too, which is going to make it really easy to beat him out for vice president in a few years.”
Marissa kissed his neck and gently sucked on Anthony’s flesh as he found it impossible to resist his wife’s erotic assault. It was a miracle he hadn’t already cum all over her dress.
“You know I’m a ravenous woman, Anthony. I’m loyal, though. I’ll always be your wife. Trevor is going to be my toy for a little while longer and then I’ll move on and crush him when the time comes. Not you, though. I’ll never toss you aside. I need you. I love you. I just need to play from time to time. You can be okay with that, can’t you?” she asked before returning to his neck and sending a powerful shiver of pleasure down his spine.
“Yes,” Anthony said, though his brain wasn’t functioning in top form.
“I want you to kiss me, Anthony,” she said. “Kiss me to show that you’re okay with my need to play.”
Anthony’s mind was clear enough to know what she was asking. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a kiss just a few minutes after she’d sucked someone else’s cock and swallowed his cum. It was a kiss that would almost certainly taste a little bit like cock and cum. Even if it didn’t, Anthony would know where his wife’s mouth had been.
Marissa moved closer until her lips were just a few inches from his. Their eyes met and he soaked up her intense stare from an uncomfortably close distance.
“Will you kiss me?” she asked as her fingers worked his cock.
Anthony nodded and a moment later Marissa’s lips pressed against his. The kiss started slow. She tilted her head and moaned in the softest, sexiest way imaginable. Her mouth opened and Anthony’s followed. Her tongue brushed delicately along his lips and he moaned. She was teasing him expertly and he couldn’t help but fall prey to her desires. When she offered her tongue in full, Anthony accepted it. He kissed his wife like she wanted. He tasted something a little strange, though it was hard to tell if it was cum or the adrenaline coursing through his body.
“Thank you,” Marissa said as she pulled back. “Would you like to cum?”
Anthony nodded.
Marissa moved next to Anthony and took hold of his cock once more, seemingly intending for him to cum on the floor as she began to jerk him off.
“Will you kiss me?” Anthony asked.
Marissa smiled, leaned closer, and kissed him once more. It was the same as before. She was slow and seductive and the more active her tongue got the faster she stroked him. Anthony gave himself over, splitting his concentration on the pleasures happening between his legs and in his mouth. Everything else faded away as his wife guided him right to the edge of climax and then pushed him over.
Anthony moaned into her mouth as his cum sprayed onto the hardwood floor in front of him. The kiss continued as Marissa alternated between sucking on his tongue and letting hers invade his mouth. He moaned just like Trevor had and it didn’t bother him nearly as much as he thought it would that he was the second man his wife had made cum that night.
Afterwards, Marissa reached into her handbag and pulled out a tissue. “You should try and clean up your mess. The people that own this place are rich enough that I could see them doing a DNA test if they find your cum.”
Anthony took the tissue and wiped his cum off the floor as he smiled at the notion of some rich old lady being totally aghast at the sight of a stranger’s semen in her home.
“I wasn’t kidding,” Marissa said as Anthony balled up the tissue and tossed it in a nearby trash can. “I will play, but I’m always going to be yours.”
Anthony was a little more clear-headed after his orgasm and he wasn’t entirely sure he was even close to comfortable with what had transpired that evening, but he believed that Marissa had no plans on leaving him.
“I know,” he said.
They shared another kiss, this one softer and sweeter.
“Let’s go to the party. You can introduce me to the other people you’re going to beat out for a promotion in a few years,” Anthony said.
Marissa smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”
