Becca Bellamy
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It's Not About What You Want
🕑 Added 2024-06-01 04:39:02 +0000 UTCShe let you watch them fool around on your living room couch. You saw them kissing. You saw his hands move all over her body. You saw her unzip his pants and pull out his cock. You saw her stroke him until he was thick and hard.
She let you watch as she sucked his cock. You saw her head bobbing up and down in his lap. You saw the look of pleasure on his face as your wife’s wet, warm mouth surrounded his big dick. You heard the sounds of a beautiful blowjob.
She let you watch him go down on her. You saw his fingers disappear inside her as he put his tongue to work on her clit. You saw the look of pleasure on her face. You saw the delight in her eyes as she stared at you while another man went down on her.
She didn’t let you watch them fuck. She gestured for you to leave, just as she said she would. You wanted to watch. Of course you did. You wanted to see his cock slide into her wet, waiting pussy. You wanted to see your wife’s legs wrapped around him. You want to hear the sounds of beautiful sex. You wanted to witness your cuckolding.
Instead, you left the room and waited in bed. You waited while your wife fucked another man on your living room couch. You waited as she cuckolded you.
At least she let you listen. She couldn’t stop you from doing that. She let you soak up the beautiful sounds of her pleasure. She let you hear her joyful moans. She let you hear his grunts of pleasure as he pounded your wife’s pussy.
You were quite certain he made her cum twice. Her moans were unmistakable. They were certainly louder and lustier than when you make her cum.
You heard her say, “Cum inside me!” Not long after, you heard his loud moans. You heard the sound of harder, faster fucking. You heard him pursuing his climax.
Five minutes passed before she called for you. You leapt out of the bed, and scurried into the living room.
She smiled at you. Her bull was nowhere to be found. She was curled up on the couch with a joyful smile on her face. Her hair was a little messier than when you’d left and her panties were on the floor.
“You can come closer,” she said.
You walked closer and your wife slowly parted her thighs, offering you a glimpse of the pussy another man had just fucked. You saw his thick white cum at the entrance to her pussy. You saw the incontrovertible evidence that you’d been cuckolded.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off?” your wife said with a sultry smile.
You stripped as your eyes wandered over her body. You replayed some of the beautiful sounds you’d heard, particularly her orgasmic moans.
“Come a little closer,” she said.
You stepped closer and your wife reached out to wrap her fingers around your cock and stroke you slowly.
“Your cock is so hard,” she whispered. “Does that mean you’re excited?”
“Yes,” you replied before closing your eyes and groaning as your wife worked the head of your throbbing dick with her skilled fingers.
“Is that because another man just fucked your wife?” she asked.
You nodded.
“Is that because I let another man cum inside me?” she asked.
You nodded. You’d never really been able to explain it, but you’d always loved the idea of another man cumming inside her. It always seemed like such a visceral representation of your cuckolding. The fact that she’d let another man do what only her husband was supposed to do – release his semen inside her – is precisely why your dick was so hard.
“Do you want to plunge your cock into my pussy?” she asked. “Do you want to fill me with your cum too?”
You nodded vigorously.
“I want that too,” she said. “But I want something else first.”
“Of course,” you said.
She smiled and stroked you a little faster, sending jolts of pleasure through your loins.
“I want you to get on your knees and clean my pussy. I want you to push your tongue inside me, scoop up his cum, and show it to me. I want you to swallow it, but only when I tell you to. Will you do that for me? Will you clean my bull’s cum for the chance to fuck your wife’s pussy?” she asked.
You looked down at her pussy and felt a touch of revulsion. Though you’d always enjoyed the idea of another man cumming inside her, you’d never fantasized about cleaning his creampie. You’d been clear about that. You’d been clear that sloppy seconds sex was your fantasy.
“But…I don’t want to do that,” you said. “I…I understand, I guess, that you might want me to do it, but I don’t really want to. It just seems so…so gross.”
She flashed that seductive smile you’ve never been able to resist. Her lips still glimmered just a little from the gloss she’d put on before her bull arrived and her eyes sparkled with desire. Your wife wanted something and she wasn’t going to settle for anything less.
“Sweetie, I think we both know it’s not about what you want, right?” she said. “I think we both know that your cuckolding is about what I want, don’t we? I think we both know you would have preferred to watch him fuck me, but that’s not what I wanted so that’s not what you got to do. I think we both know that if you had insisted on watching I would have sent my bull home and refused to even touch your cock for the next month.”
She pulled down on your cock, making you wince in pain as you leaned forward. Your wife offered a soft kiss as she squeezed your balls just hard enough for it to feel like a gentle threat and added, “I think we both know that I’m in control. I think we both know that your cuckolding is all about my pleasure and if I don’t get what I want then I won’t be cuckolding you anymore. Don’t we?”
You nodded, she offered that seductive smile once more, and rewarded you with a long, lingering kiss that included that lovely little dance she does with her tongue that always turns you on.
“I want you on your knees,” she said.
You dropped to your knees.
“Do you want to clean my pussy?” she asked.
You shook your head.
Your wife smiled and reached out to gently caress your face. Her fingers were warm and soft. “I’m not going to force you,” she said. “But I’m not going to let you fuck me until you clean him out of me. It’s up to you.”
You knew she was serious. You knew she would deny you beyond that afternoon. You knew she’d deny you for weeks, for months even. You knew your wife had realized just how much power your desire had given her and she clearly wasn’t afraid to use it.
“Okay,” you said.
She smiled and spread her legs a little wider.
“Go ahead,” your wife said. “Put your tongue inside me. Find his cum. Show it to me.”
You plunged your tongue into her pussy. You saw no point in taking it slow. If you were going to suffer you were going to get it over with as quickly as possible.
You found his cum. Of course you did. You could see it leaking out of her. You pushed your tongue into her slick, cum-filled cunt and you found his load. You scooped it up and nearly gagged at the overwhelming taste.
“Show it to me,” your wife said.
You looked up at her and stuck your tongue out. You saw that smile. You saw that seductive, joyful smile. You saw how happy she was that her cuckold husband had a dollop of her bull’s cum on his tongue.
“Swallow,” she demanded.
You closed your mouth and swallowed. It didn’t go down easy. You gagged a little and his cum coated your throat. You took it, though.
“Now finish cleaning me,” she said.
You pushed your tongue inside her once more. The second time wasn’t nearly as bad as the first. Your wife seemed utterly delighted at your eagerness to eat his load. She grabbed your head in her hand and closed her legs. She moaned, almost as if you were providing her with a wonderful kind of sexual pleasure. You licked her vigorously, driven largely by her seeming desire.
“That’s so good,” she said. “Eat his fucking load. Lick it up. Lick it out of me. Lick up his cum.”
Soon you felt her thighs shaking on either side of your head. You looked up to see her eyes closed and her mouth agape as a steady stream of moans escaped her lips.
“Fuuuuck,” she said. “Make me cum. Holy fuck, make me cum while you’re eating his salty load.”
You doubled down. You pushed your tongue deeper inside her. You swallowed more of his cum. You moaned to let her know you were enjoying yourself. You cleaned his creampie vigorously, all because you wanted to make your wife cum.
“Fuck!” she cried out before pushing your head away from her pussy and climaxing.
You looked up and studied her beautiful face as moaned and writhed in front of you. You felt a deep sense of pride at getting her off so soon after her bull had done the same. You felt a sense of pride at doing something you weren’t really interested in and making her feel so good.
“Thank you,” she said. “That was lovely.”
“It was my pleasure,” you replied.
That elicited a sweet smile before your wife said, “You can fuck me now.”
She laid back, spread her legs, and grabbed your cock the moment you presented it. She took you inside her, bathing your cock in the heat and wetness of her pussy.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me hard.”
You did as she desired, cumming inside her in less than a minute.
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Love those : “I want you to get on your knees and clean my pussy. I want you to push your tongue inside me, scoop up his cum, and show it to me. I want you to swallow it, but only when I tell you to. She said. “Eat his fucking load. Lick it up. Lick it out of me. Lick up his cum.” So exciting !
