Becca Bellamy
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Sunday Mornings with Him
🕑 Added 2024-02-21 06:26:30 +0000 UTCJordan looked up from his iPad and smiled as his wife walked into the living room wearing a soft white robe. Her long, dark hair looked straight and shiny and it looked like she’d spent a little time on her makeup.
“Good morning,” he said. “You look exceptionally good.”
“Thank you, my dear,” Bailey replied as she bent over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading to the kitchen.
Jordan sipped his coffee and smiled as he reached up to rub away the light coating of lip gloss his wife had left on his cheek.
“How did you sleep?” Bailey asked as she returned to the living room with a cup of coffee in her hand.
“Very well, thank you,” Jordan replied as he watched her sit on the loveseat across from him. “How about you?”
Bailey smiled, sipped her coffee, and reached down to untie her robe and let it fall open just enough to show off the elegant, sexy bra and panty set she had on underneath.
“Well, I was occupied for part of the night,” she said. “As you might have heard.”
Jordan let his eyes wander over his wife’s beautiful body and imagined her boyfriend’s hands moving over it. He imagined Brody caressing her stomach and playing with her breasts. He imagined Bailey spreading her legs as her boyfriend’s hands pushed between them. He imagined his wife giving herself over to him, as she did each and every Saturday night.
“I might have heard that, yes,” Jordan said as his cock stirred to life.
He saw Bailey glance between his legs and catch sight of the bulge in the front of his pants. It seemed to delight her.
“Did we interrupt your sleep?” she asked.
“There might have been a few instances where I was awakened, yes,” Jordan answered.
Bailey flashed a naughty smile and spread her legs a little wider. The robe fell open further, exposing every bit of flesh she had to offer.
“I hope that wasn’t too awful for you,” she said. “I hope you still managed to get some rest last night.”
It was a little after 2 a.m. when Jordan woke for the first time. The sound of his wife’s sensual moans had filled his ears as his sleepiness cleared away. Jordan had smiled at the sound of the woman he loved fucking her boyfriend. He’d wondered what position she was in and whether Brody would cum inside her or pull out and unload on her breasts, which he loved to do.
As Bailey’s moans grew louder Jordan had wrapped his fingers around his hard cock and jerked off. He’d timed his orgasm to hers and unloaded into a spare pair of underwear he kept on the nightstand, knowing full well that his wife and her boyfriend would fuck in the middle of the night.
“It wasn’t bad,” Jordan said.
Bailey sipped her coffee as her fingers trailed down her chest, over the soft flesh of her breasts, down her stomach, and into her panties.
“I just can’t help myself when I’m with him,” she said.
Jordan watched Bailey’s fingers move in her panties. He watched the way they pressed against the fabric as she played with her pussy. He looked up at her face and saw her eyes closed and her mouth open. He heard the soft, sensual moans escaping her lips.
“I just can’t keep my hands off of him,” Bailey said.
Jordan put his cup on the coffee table and moved towards his wife. He fell to his knees in front of her and reached up to caress her thighs.
Bailey’s eyes opened and she smiled at him. “After a week without him I can’t keep him out of my body. I can’t go more than a few hours without having him again.”
She pulled her fingers from her panties and held them in front of Jordan’s lips. They were slick and shiny with her slippery juices and he couldn’t resist. He opened his mouth and sucked her fingers clean as Bailey let out a soft, satisfied moan.
Bailey smiled, removed her fingers from his mouth, and pulled aside her panties, exposing her slick, smooth pussy.
Jordan looked up at his wife before moving closer to lick her cunt. He wanted to devour her, to taste her juices, to soak up her desire for her boyfriend.
Bailey stopped him before he could get there, though. She ran her fingers through his hair, took a tight grip, and said, “I know I normally let you enjoy my pussy on Sunday mornings. I know I let you enjoy my body after I’ve gotten my fill of Brody. I want something different today, though.”
“What do you want?” Jordan asked. He could feel the warmth emanating from Bailey’s thighs. He felt like he could taste her pussy on his tongue. He was so close, and yet she wouldn’t let him have what he wanted.
“I want Brody,” Bailey said.
Jordan felt a deep sense of frustration and he didn’t try and hide it. He let it register on his face. He let his shoulders slump as he wriggled free of his wife’s grasp and sat back on his knees.
“But that’s not the deal,” he said. “Brody gets you on Saturday. You can have him as many times as you want, but I get you on Sunday morning.”
Bailey sat up and placed her cup on the coffee table. She took Jordan’s hand in hers and he crawled closer at her urging.
Bailey kissed him softly and Jordan felt his resistance begin to melt away almost immediately. Her lips felt perfect and she used her tongue deftly to thrill him.
She reached up to caress his face and whispered, “I know it’s not fair. I know it’s not the deal we made. I want to change the deal. I want to spend the morning with Brody. I want to fuck my boyfriend on Sunday morning. I might want to fuck him on Sunday afternoon, too.”
“Why?” Jordan asked as he stared into his wife’s beautiful eyes.
“Because my needs have changed,” Bailey explained. “Because one night a week isn’t enough for me. Because I need more. I need what only Brody can give me.”
They rarely talked about what Brody provided Bailey, but Jordan understood what she meant. She needed more of the great sex she had with her boyfriend. She needed to feel more of that deeply pleasurable connection they shared when they were together. She needed that satisfaction more frequently than the sex they had on Saturday nights.
“What about me?” Jordan asked.
“You’ll still get what you crave,” Bailey said. “You’ll still get to listen and masturbate while my boyfriend fucks me in our bed. You’ll still get to enjoy me after he’s left. You’ll still get to spend most of the week with me. Brody’s just going to get a little more of my time.”
“Is it going to be every Sunday?” Jordan asked with a sense of desperation in his voice.
“Yes,” Bailey said. “We’ll continue to go on our dates on Saturday night and he’ll continue to spend the night in our bed. We’re also going to spend Sundays together. We might just spend them in bed. We might hang out in front of the TV. We might go to the park or go on another date.”
“Will I get you at all on Sundays?” Jordan asked.
Bailey smiled and caressed his face before running her hand down his chest and grasping his still-stiff cock through his pants.
“Yes, but you might not want me,” she said.
“Why wouldn’t I want you?”
Bailey leaned closer, brushed her lips against his cheek, and whispered, “Because Brody’s going to start cumming inside me and I don’t know if you’ll want to worship my pussy after that.”
She deftly unbuttoned his pants with one hand and reached inside to play with his hard cock as Jordan groaned. He knew that some men like him gladly cleaned the cum of other men from their wives but he’d never considered doing it.
“Would you want that, sweetie? Would you want to lick my pussy after Brody’s cum inside me?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Jordan said.
Bailey pushed his pants down and freed his hard cock before stroking him once more. “It seems like your cock enjoys the idea of you licking my messy pussy.”
All Jordan could do was moan in response. He felt deeply conflicted about the idea, but Bailey’s hand felt wondrous on his cock and he couldn’t really think straight.
“You don’t have to decide now,” she said. “I’m going to spend most of the day with my boyfriend so you can just enjoy the pleasures of being a cuckold. I’ll make sure to fuck him again right before he leaves, though. That way you can know for sure if you want to lick my messy pussy once you have permission to reclaim me with your tongue.”
Bailey released his cock and stood up. Jordan admired the way the robe framed his wife’s beautiful body and how good her breasts looked in the sexy bra she’d picked out for her boyfriend.
“I’m going back to our bedroom now,” she said. “I’m going to wake my boyfriend up with a blowjob and then he’s going to fuck me. You’re welcome to listen if you’d like. I’ll leave the door open a crack so you can hear every little bit of pleasure your wife experiences.”
“Is he…is he going to cum inside you today?” Jordan asked.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to lick Brody’s cum from her pussy, but there was no question he found the idea of Bailey having another man’s cum inside her thrilling.
She smiled and said, “Yes he is.”
Jordan remained on his knees as he watched his wife walk away. She pushed the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor before disappearing down the hallway and towards the bedroom.
Jordan smiled as he marveled at how differently his day was going to turn out from what he’d expected when he woke up.
In the span of just a few minutes Bailey had managed to change the dynamic of their marriage just a little. Now she was going to spend the better part of two days a week with her boyfriend. She was going to spend most of each weekend with another man. Brody was going to cum inside her, and if Jordan wanted he would be permitted to clean the other man’s cum out of his wife’s pussy.
As much as he wanted to be upset that Bailey had made those changes without consulting him, Jordan couldn’t find the anger. Arousal was all he felt.
He followed that arousal down the hallway. He sat against the wall by the bedroom door. He listened to Brody moaning. Every once in a while he heard the wet sounds of his wife giving another man a blowjob.
Jordan wrapped his fingers around his cock, closed his eyes, and imagined the beautiful sight of Bailey’s lips moving up and down Brody’s thick shaft.
He was okay with the changes she’d made, even if he knew there likely be more at some point in the future. He was a cuckold. His wife found greater pleasure fucking another man than she did in fucking him. There was no point in fighting it.
Jordan chose to embrace it. He’d give Bailey whatever she wanted. Of course he would.
