Becca Bellamy
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It’s Not Your Bed Anymore
🕑 Added 2021-10-07 21:41:33 +0000 UTCAt first they met in hotels. You’d pay for the room and your wife and her bull would get together for a night wild, wondrous passion. Sometimes they’d invite you to watch and indulge in the pleasure every good cuckold deserves and sometimes they’d spend the night alone and she’d come back to you the next morning.
After a few months they started going to his place. Your wife said it felt more intimate that way. She liked waking up in his house. She liked that they’d make breakfast together and then she’d come home to you and indulge in your lust for her pussy after another man had been inside her.
It was your idea for him to spend the night at your house. You wanted to experience the thrill of knowing that another man was fucking your wife in her bed and that she’d fall asleep in his arms instead of yours. You knew it was dangerous, but you couldn’t resist the pleasure.
It was good, too. In fact, it was great. Your orgasm that night was among the best you’d ever had and your pleasure was greatly enhanced by watching your wife have sex with another man in the bed you share with her.
You jerked off twice that night while you listened from the guest room as your wife and her bull indulged in their desire for each other. Each time you closed your eyes and listened while picturing your wife and her bull fucking in the bed you typically share with her. Each time you came hard.
That was months ago. While they still go to his house from time to time, most often they fuck – or make love, depending on the night – in your bed. He’s typically in your bed two nights a week, sometimes three. He’s become a fixture in your household and you’re certain it’s because they both enjoy it more when they’re doing it in your bed.
Then this moment arrived. This moment where your wife informed you that it was no longer your bed that she and her bull were fucking in. It was their bed and you were the interloper.
“I’m sorry, my love, but this isn’t your bed anymore,” she began. “This is the bed my bull and I share. You’ve been replaced in the bedroom, which means you don’t get to sleep by my side anymore. That privilege belongs to another man now.”
“But what about when he’s not here?” you asked.
She smiled and reached up to caress your face. “It’s his bed now and he doesn’t want another man sleeping in it. He’s not like you. He’s not turned on by the idea of someone else sleeping with me. I’m going to respect his desire, which means you don’t get to sleep in our bed anymore.”
You knew she meant her and her bull’s bed. It was no longer the bed you shared with your wife. It was now the bed she shared with another man.
“So I’ll never get to sleep with you?” you asked.
“You’ll never sleep with me in this bed,” she said. “I’ll come to your bed sometimes, though. Not often, but sometimes. You’re still my husband, after all.”
“This seems extreme,” you said.
Your wife inched her body closer to you. Her lips found yours and you shared a long, tender kiss. Her hand moved down your chest and into your underwear. Her fingers found your cock, which was hard as a rock.
“Your cock seems to enjoy this change,” she said.
You wanted to roll away, to ignore the arousal emanating from between your legs. You wanted to talk to your wife about the change she’d instituted without your input, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t resist.
You opened your mouth to say something – anything, really – and she kissed you again. This time her tongue slipped between your lips and danced with yours. She stroked your faster and you moaned. It felt so good that you just couldn’t help it.
Your wife released your cock and took her panties off. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and asked, “Would you like to fuck me one more time in the bed we used to share?”
You desperately wanted that.
“Take me,” she said. “Fuck me. Fuck me one last time in this bed and then move your stuff into the guest room.”
You took your underwear off, moved between your wife’s legs, and slipped inside her. She moaned and you took a moment to enjoy how utterly perfect her pussy felt.
“Does my pussy feel good?” she asked.
You started to thrust slowly. “It feels perfect.”
“Take your time,” she said. “Enjoy fucking me in the bed my bull and I share. Enjoy fucking me one last time before you move out of our bedroom. Enjoy the pussy that craves another man more than it’s ever craved you.”
“Please,” you said, pleading for her to let you enjoy her pussy a little longer. Your wife knew her dirty talk was going to make you cum quickly. She must have known.
“My pussy prefers him,” she said. “It gets wetter for him. It gets wetter just thinking about him than it gets for you. It cums harder when he’s inside me. That’s why this bedroom is no longer yours. That’s why he’s the only man that will sleep in this bed with me from now on. He’s better than you.”
You came. It took less than two minutes. It felt great, though. It was the kind of orgasm you could feel from head to toe. It was perfect in every way.
Your wife kissed your cheek and held you close, even wrapping her legs around you. “Was that good?” she asked.
“It was wonderful,” you answered.
“Good. You can stay inside me a little longer, but then you do need to move your stuff into the guest bedroom. This isn’t your bed anymore and I want to make room for his things,” she instructed.
“Of course,” you said. You could have argued, but her decision was made and you weren’t going to win that argument, so you chose to accept reality.
Comments
John Doe
"and that she’d fall asleep in his arms instead of yours. You knew it was dangerous" Yes, but the danger and jealous and angst increase the turn-on. This is hot. I like that he can't even cuddle with her and loses the bedroom privilege. Very sexy.
Shubby99
This really is wickedly good
