Cuckold Dilemma #2
Dealing With The First Creampie Cleanup.
The memory of my orgasm lingered while I dressed, pulling on my panties quickly to retain as much of Paul’s semen as possible. I wasn’t sure if my husband would clean me when he saw the mess, but at least there was plenty of sticky lubricant inside me if he wanted to reclaim me with his cock.
While I waited for my lover to catch up, my fingers flashed across my phone screen keypad, messaging my husband. I had never been more sexually excited or empowered.
Hi Simon. I’m on my way home, very unclean and sticky because my pussy is full of Paul’s cum, so please be ready!
I can’t wait, darling. Mind games have been playing rampant in my head.
Good ones?
All good, yes. I’ve indulged in so much fantasy, but I didn’t masturbate.
I’m thrilled you had a good time.
My husband paused, with three rolling dots in the chat box. I was thrilled, feeling well fucked while my pussy leaked another man’s. It was a tawdry moment where I could rejoice in my inner slut, nobody judging me.
Can I ask something, please, Jess?
Of course.
Did Paul fuck you well?
Very energetically, and I had a lot of fun, but his cock is smaller than yours.
Oh god, thank you for that. I feel jealous… is that wrong?
I’m glad you feel that way. It means you care.
I’m still pleased you cuckolded me, Jess.
I am, too.
A moment of tension passed, and I felt happy my plan had worked out for everyone. My fuck buddy had scratched an itch that irritated our marital harmony, and my relief felt palpable, as did my husband’s.
Our inaugural cuckolding seemed to be successful, but it was early days with reclaiming to come, followed by my telling of fucking Paul and our fantasies for as long as they remained fresh and vibrant.
As I relaxed back into the sumptuous, fresh-smelling beige leather of Paul’s Porsche 911, I felt confident and happy, comfortable even, albeit with a sticky mess oozing gently from inside and around my pussy lips.
I hope Simon will be hungry.
I glanced at Paul, grateful for his good behavior in accepting my boundaries and backing off when I rejected his kiss. I smiled when he did, glowing in the satisfaction I’d taken from his cock and the seed he planted deep inside me.
“Are there any problems at home, Jess?”
“None. I needed to tell my husband I was on the way.”
“Will he reclaim you?”
“Yes.”
“May I ask how?”
“I’d rather not discuss it, honey.”
The half an hour drive flashed by while my fuck buddy described his life in investment banking, his extended family living abroad in Italy, and his hopes of finding a wife soon.
“It’s so difficult to find the right partner, right, Jess?”
I paused before answering, detecting a danger in his line of questioning. I was acutely aware of what being hit on felt like, and even though we had fucked, that was a boundary I couldn’t cross.
“Uh-huh, I guess.”
“Most women want the money I have but don’t want to discuss lifestyle, kinks, and such.”
“Simon and I married young. We were sure about each other quickly.”
“Ah, that’s great for you guys, but what about this cuckold thing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your husband has no problem sharing you. Why?”
“It’s complicated and has to do with the psychology of the kink rather than anything else. It’s about control, taboo, competition, the thrill of the hunt, an acquisition, loss, and a sordid reclaiming ritual. Love and lust are different. I like you very much, Paul, but I love my husband wholeheartedly.”
I shut Paul down but needed to change the subject fast because he was probing too far into my marriage. It was understandable for anyone to have an interest in someone with whom they made love, fucked, or whatever you might describe it.
I was surprised by how disengaged I was, seeing Paul’s fucking me as act one in a sexual theatre that would continue when I reached home.
“Tell me about the Italian village your family originates from?”
Paul was happy to talk about himself and never returned to the matter of my private life
When I closed our front door and skipped lightly upstairs, I stepped out of my dress, peeling my filthy cum soaked panties off before crawling up our bed to feed my sleeping husband a warm, creamy nightcap.
While straddled across his neck, I rifled through Simon’s hair gently, rousing him from a deep sleep, pulling his lips gently toward my creampie.
“Hi, Jess.”
I didn’t answer but looked down, pouting like the naughty hotwife whore I’d been. He smiled generously, and I saw Simon’s acceptance and a deep, authentic desire for this lifestyle writ large on his expression.
Paul’s cum was burgeoning at the entrance to my creamy hole, so I wasted no time.
“Do you still want to eat me clean, honey?”
“Yes… please. I want this so much.”
I shuffled my knees until they nudged gently on either side of his head, and he encircled my waist with powerful arms. When I used two fingers to prise both pussy lips apart, I felt Paul’s cum, mixed with my pussy juice, sluice from my hole, dribbling tantalizingly into my husband's mouth across his outstretched tongue.
He pulled my ass lower until his lips encircled my cum soaked pussy, dragging my creamy petals into his mouth, sucking as if intending to clean, then sloshing with his saliva as if to rinse me.
I felt light flutters of a growing orgasm waft through my already fucked reproductive system and leaned back, reaching back with one hand, making sure my husband’s enormous cock was steely and ready to fuck me.
I allowed Simon time to hunt down and savor every drop of Paul’s seed mixed with my love cream. He was attentive, more so than usual, patient in giving me head, and I knew the ritual act of reclaiming me had improved his cunnilingus technique enormously.
When he slurped, tiny, orgasmic twinges exploded inside me, and I giggled, enjoying my husband’s absolute attention. When I relaxed my midriff and upper thigh muscles, I heard Simon’s delightful, noisy feeding, knowing my juicy flow had increased, as had his pleasure.
One hand lifted me while the other dabbled two fingers inside my pussy, harvesting juices that Simon hadn’t eaten. When he lowered my ass back down, his tongue intensified its strumming motion against my clitoris while a single digit probed the puckered entranceway to my anal sphincter.
“Mmmm… yes, please; Paul never went there tonight.”
His finger slid across my anal ridges, massaging and pressing pussy cream inside my back passage. He pushed a stiff digit inside my rectum, up to the first knuckle, then slid out before returning for a second probing.
My anal fucking proceeded at pace while his enthusiastic tongue dragged my sticky clitoris hard in circles.
I rode my husband’s face gently, coordinating a steady grinding motion between his finger and tongue to help Simon collect more juice from my swollen pussy lips while fucking my ass.
I knew I would cum when Simon fucked my ass like an artillery battery, pounding its guns at the enemy. He slipped a second finger inside my back passage, stretching my soft tissue walls wider while sucking and licking my clitoris.
His fingers twisted as he beckoned a delightful massage against the soft tissue walls deep inside my taboo hole.
When I orgasmed powerfully, squirting, my husband swallowed the mess, but there was so much juice that it slathered his chin. A mixture of Paul’s cum, my sticky hormones, and pee swamped Simon’s face, mostly flushing inside his mouth.
I knew Simon loved cleaning my creampie because he pulled my thighs down harder, relentlessly licking and sucking my pussy. I ground my swollen, creamy clitoris against his nose, giving my husband a messy face fucking he’d never forget. As I groaned loudly, he reached up with both hands while his tongue probed deep inside my cunt. My husband twisted my nipples between index fingers and thumbs while I rocked and rolled through a tumultuous orgasm, screaming and moaning like the hotwife whore I’d become.
Eventually, when I couldn’t take any more pleasure, I rolled off Simon’s face and onto my side of the bed, giggling, quickly ripping tissues from a dispenser on the nightstand, cleaning the mess between my lips and on his.
I stared at Simon in amazement, giggling.
“Fucking hell, that was the best pussy licking you’ve ever done.”
“It’s the thought of competing with Paul, and I wanted to claim you back - be better than him.”
“You did that and then some, babe. Cuckolding you really fucking works.”
“I enjoyed cleaning your pussy, Jess. I’m ashamed to say you tasted awesome.”
“Please don’t be ashamed - we are exploring our sexuality, and that’s between us.”
“I enjoyed your delicious swollen pussy lips, a well fucked hole, and the flavor.”
“Would you like to fill me with your seed now, dear?”
“I was afraid to ask. Haven’t you had enough sex?”
“I need your seed inside my womb when I sleep, honey. I love having Paul’s inside me, too, but I must have yours.”
I lay in Simon’s arms, sizzling and bathing in his passionate kisses. We locked lips and sought each other's tongue, dancing in a frantic fire born from our original love and the forbiddance of my filthy date night.
My husband took his time worshiping me, kissing softly, sucking my nipples and moaning delightfully.
“Before we fuck, please tell me how you felt while I was gone.”
My husband raised his head on a palm supported by one elbow, studying me while gathering his thoughts. Simon seemed relaxed, as if tension had lifted, and I saw no expression of regret or jealousy.
“As if you had temporarily benched me for a better man. The shame I felt because you desired another cock set me on fire. I paced around the house for a while in a state of frenzied excitement, then realized my jealousy and humiliation felt exciting, making me want to try harder for you and us. It felt great.”
“Like chasing me before we married?”
“Yes, but I also like being taught a lesson about what my life might be like if I don’t perform for you.”
“Wow, that’s profound. I felt great, too, honey. My self-esteem soared when Paul walked over to seduce me. He wanted my pussy so badly that man would have crawled across broken glass to fuck me tonight.”
“Cuckolding works for us, Jess.”
“Yes, it does, but we must be careful.”
He reached in to kiss me again, and I drew back.
“Before you fuck me, would you like to go first, last, or alone?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I brought Paul home with me. He’s downstairs enjoying a coffee, waiting for a text message from me telling him to leave or stay.”
The cuckold dilemma loomed large on my husband’s face. His breathing was elevated, and his eyes sparkled alive with sexual desire, but there was also concern, jealousy, and fear in his expression.
“What if he stays, Jess?”
“You must bring him up here to fuck me again.”
“Fuck!”
“It’s your choice, Simon.”
“Umm, do you mean with me in the room?”
“As you like. In the room, out of it, you can sit and watch us or join in and both fuck me together. I’m letting you decide if and how you’d like your wife to be taken.”
“Wow.”
“Decide if you want Paul to stay or leave first.”
My heart raced, and I knew Simon felt the same sinful tension. He smiled pensively, weighing options, then traded off his kinky taboo against the restraint tugging at him. I saw fireworks sparkle in his eyes and knew the former had beaten the latter.
“I’ll nip downstairs and bring Paul right up.”
I listened to my husband’s footsteps descend into our living room. After a brief cordial chat, two men ascended towards my boudoir.
When both entered my bedroom, neither man took control. They seemed uncertain while I lay with my legs spread wide, waiting for one, the other, or both to fuck me.
“What’s it to be, Simon?”
“I’ll sit and watch if that’s okay. I want to enjoy the full cuckolding experience.”
“Of course, darling. You should probably ask my lover.”
My husband turned to my fuck buddy, considered his choices fleetingly, then resolved.
“Paul, will you fuck my wife, please?”
“Oh wow, yes, yes, please, you guys… fuck!”
I beckoned my lover to approach while my husband sat in a leather wing-back chair I used for reading. Paul stripped off quickly, almost desperately, to ensure his opportunity for a second shot inside me didn’t expire with my husband’s vanishing enthusiasm. I had read somewhere that many men change their minds at the last moment while others interfere during the act.
Simon slung one leg over the arm of my chair and gripped his cock, shuffling it back and forth lightly, wanking, while Paul crawled up the bed into my arms and between my legs that I wrapped tightly around his waist.
I felt his rigid cock nuzzle against my throbbing pussy hole.
“You’re nice and hard again, honey.”
“It’s the pill. I can’t get enough of you, Jess.”
“Okay, you can fuck me for as long as my husband permits it.”
Paul’s rigid cock slid inside my pussy, bottoming out in a single fluid thrust. We locked eyes, and instantly, I knew my lover had caught profound feelings for me.
I panicked, with no intention of squandering the deep, meaningful love with my husband, so I raised my head, whispering.
“Simon will kill you if you keep going with this romantic bullshit, Paul.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help myself.”
“Fucking try harder.”
My husband looked over, and I knew he’d overheard our whispering.
“Anything wrong, Jess?”
“I’m just asking Paul to fuck me harder.”
“Go on, Paul, give her a damn good reaming.”
Paul reached down under my knees, hoisting my legs high until he propped my calf muscles on his shoulders. He fucked me hard and deep, and with a bit of spite, I noticed. His expression softened when he realized his pounding was pleasurable, and I smiled encouragingly.
“Sorry.”
“Please fuck me, Paul.”
He settled into a great rhythm, leaning his shoulders hard up against my legs, tiptoeing high for a good angle while plowing my sticky, creamy bun with his solid, veiny cock.
My pussy felt drenched inside with remnants of Paul’s earlier cum, but I squeezed my soft tissue walls hard, and his squelching thrusts sounded horny. I raked Paul’s chest with sharp fingernails, pinching his nipples, watching my husband wank his enormous shaft in absolute delight.
I felt terrific, slutty, but in love with the man watching me get fucked. I winked at him, symbolizing I would be his again soon enough, but I felt Simon knew that. For now, I was out of bounds and the property of another man.
When my husband wanked a little too energetically, I wagged a cautionary finger.
“Don’t cum yet, Simon. I’ll need your seed inside my womb later.”
Paul fucked me harder, competing with Simon because he’d caught sight of a superior cock. Their competition to dominate me by each man countering the other, lit up my psyche, and I shuddered uncontrollably.
My fuck buddy was in the saddle, and he knew his performance must be perfect to win tonight’s competition. I stared into his eyes, paying my lover full attention, hoping that gave my husband what he needed.
“That’s it, Paul, fuck me with a vengeance so that my husband never takes me for granted.”
“He’s so fucking lucky.”
Paul rammed his stiff pole into my sticky pussy harder and faster than any man ever had. Simon knew it, too, and was wide-eyed watching Paul’s effort.
As I raked my lover’s chest with sharp fingernails, catching them in his deep pillow of black wiry whorls, I felt his chest expand with a beating, throbbing heart that must have reached its maximum pace.
I saw the love in his eyes when his orgasm came, but I stared at my husband instead.
“Paul is cumming inside of me, Simon. This man is emptying the baby-making seed from his balls into your wife right now.”
I held out my hand, summoning my husband. He ran over, gripped it tightly, then knelt with his head inches from Simon’s pulsating cock, staring.
My husband and I locked eyes, communicating our deep love.
“How does his cock and semen feel inside you, Jess?”
“Like I’m sexually liberated. Paul’s seed will hunt down the unfertilized egg hiding in my ovaries, honey.”
“Fuck Jess, it’s a good job you are on the pill, right?”
Creating tension for my husband, I ignored his question and stared at my lover. Paul moaned, and his cock jerked and twitched inside me, emptying every drop of his semen.
Simon’s expression grew horrified.
“You are on the pill, aren’t you, Jess?”
I held a serious expression to allow a tense moment to linger. It was long enough to make Simon wonder, and then I smiled, nodding my head, having enjoyed playing with his mind.
“Of course I am on birth control, sweet husband. Only you will ever impregnate me.”
Simon bowed his head into my face, seemingly relieved, gasping and laughing. He kissed me repeatedly while Paul’s cock twitched gently inside my pussy, spilling the last few drops of his seed.
I glanced at Paul, and his cum face told me everything I didn’t want to know.
They both crawled into bed beside me, and I spooned and was spooned tightly between my husband and lover. It felt cozy, but there was unfinished business.
Simon was the first to break our silence.
“What happens next?”
Paul slipped out of my arms, stretched onto his back, then rolled sideways, facing both of us.
“I have to leave. I’m very sorry, you guys.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve fallen in love with your wife, Simon.”
“Ah, I see.
My husband stared at me, looking desperate and fearful.
“How do you feel about that, Jess?”
I didn’t hesitate for a second.
“I’m sorry, Paul. We agreed on just one night, maybe more if the planets align, but I have no feelings for you. I love my husband.”
Simon’s grip squeezed me as he tightened our spoon, protecting what was his. Paul smiled, rolled out of our bed, and gathered his clothes sheepishly. I felt mildly selfish when my husband and I cuddled, thanking Paul minutes later for fucking me before he left. When the front door closed, I eyeballed my beloved man.
“You’ll need to fuck me now and reclaim me properly.”
“I will, but where does this leave us?”
“I won’t see Paul again, honey. I’m not interested in romance outside our marriage.”
“Okay, but is that an end to this cuckold lifestyle?”
“Don’t be silly, babe. We’re only just getting started. There are plenty more bulls.”
Next Chapter:
This was such a sensuous cuckolding event followed by a very sexy reclamation followed by a second very different sensuous cuckolding and then a final reclamation albeit in the next short chapter, I hope. Another great story even if it is one & done, thank you Kate.
kinks. What the heart wants. Well written and described most sensuously. Good job, Kate. cuppa