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Title: The Bittersweet Bliss of Cuckold Cleanup: A Naughty Tale
In the world of kinky sex, few taboos are as tantalizing as the forbidden fruit of cuckolding. For John, an average-looking man with a wife named Sarah, the thrill of watching his beautiful spouse being ravaged by another man’s virile masculinity was an intoxicating aphrodisiac he couldn’t resist. Little did he know, his fantasy would soon become a deliciously degrading reality.
It started innocently enough. John playfully suggested that Sarah could flirt with more assertive men to boost her confidence. To his surprise, she jumped at the chance, relishing the attention from handsome strangers. John watched from afar, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of his wife being boldly pursued by other men.
As the games escalated, so did John’s desire to push boundaries further. He convinced Sarah to bring a well-endowed stud home, to serve as a bull in their newly established cuckold arrangement. The night of the virility swap arrived, and John could hardly contain his excitement as he stepped aside, ceding his wife’s fertile womb to a more potent sire.
John couldn’t take his eyes off the spectacle unfolding before him. The sight of Sarah’s porcelain skin contrasting against her new lover’s muscular ebony physique was mesmerizing. Her eyes fluttered as he penetrated her soaked folds, and her jaw dropped, taking in every inch of his girthy cock.
Time seemed to stand still as John watched Sarah get mercilessly pounded, her perky tits bouncing with each thrust. Her delightful gasps and moans of pleasure reverberated through the bedroom. John’s own cock twitched in unison with the rhythmic slaps of flesh, his precum leaving a sticky trail inside his boxers.
Sarah lunged for the bull’s neck, pulling him closer as she climaxed, her walls clenching around his thick veiny shaft. He growled as he exploded inside her, coating her womb with his superior seed. John nearly fainted, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, embarrassed by his own limp cock’s pitiful moans.
The couple disengaged, and John scrambled onto the bed, trying to look bold and not demure. His wife sat up, a wicked grin playing on her lips. She pulled the man closer, licking the remnants of her juices from his semi-hard tool. John froze as Sarah kissed the bull, opening her mouth and allowing the exchange of his thick semen.
SMACK! John’s hand collided with his own face. He needed to participate, to take his portion of the spoils. Biting his lip, he earningsnothing to him slid beside her. She held him by the hair firmly and kissed him, the bittersweet taste filling his mouth. John tasted his wife’s essence, mixed with another man’s virility – an intoxicating cocktail.
The kiss deepened as John savored the forbidden nectar, his hand unconsciously traveling down to stroke his wife’s swollen folds. The lewd combination of hiss and hers groaned in his throat. Sarah’s fingers found his own sad shaft, jacking it as the last bits of cum worked their way into John’s throat and belly.
She pulled away, admiring his face covered in his own shame and the residual marks of their kiss. Cum dripped down his lips, and he tried to hold back a smile. The roles had shifted, and though he’d bee-astride taken his lickings, it felt cathartic. Sarah praised him on his good boy acting.
The couple sent their guest on his way, the opulent scent of sex permeating the air. John clung to his wife’s naked form, basking in the forbidden thrill of being her humble servant. The taunts and slaps echoed in his ears, spurring him to that benchmark of sexual contortionism.
In the afterglow, John refracted on the events of the evening. His cock twitched with excitement at the prospect of repeating the experience with enhanced degrading, even more, unwilling to guess when, if ever, he could manage to repay the debt. But the delights were well worth the degradation, his shame turning into a buzz of pride amidst a sweet hello to the kink.
