Cuckold Husband Licks Her Pussy After Creampie

In the dimly lit bedroom, a man sat on the edge of the bed, head hung low, a picture of defeat and humiliation. This was Sergei, a 35-year-old sales manager, married to the stunning Natasha, a 32-year-old Russian beauty with an insatiable appetite for adventure. Their marriage, while loving, had a dark secret – Natasha was a nymphomaniac, and Sergei, her loving yet submissive husband, was her willing cuckold.

Natasha lay sprawled on the bed, her curvy body glistening with perspiration, a satisfied smirk on her face. The prelude to this humiliating spectacle had been a torrid session of sex with Igor, Sergei’s longtime friend and a notorious womanizer. Igor, a tall, muscular man with chiseled features and ansmith charm, had always been Natasha’s weakness.

The scene began with small talk, but quickly escalated as sore passion took over. Clothes were torn off, and moans and gasps filled the room as the couple lost themselves in a frenzy of lust. Sergei watched from his corner, a voyeur to his own wife’s infidelity, his heart pounding with a strange mix of jealousy and arousal.

As the night wore on, Igor’s stamina became apparent. Natasha, lost in the throes of passion, progressively debased herself, begging for rougher treatment and harder penetration. Igor obliged enthusiastically. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and their animalistic cries of pleasure echoed through the room.

Sergei, despite his shock and degradation, found himself becoming increasingly aroused. He watched as Igor’s thick, throbbing manhood buried itself deep into his wife’s eager cunt, stretching her impossibly thin walls. Natasha responded with cries of ecstasy, urging Igor to make her his.

As Igor pounded into Natasha relentlessly, he gripped her breasts roughly, biting and sucking on her sensitive nipples. Natasha, lost in pleasure, clawed at Igor’s back, urging him to take her harder. Igor, spurred on by her encouragement, pummeled her gazed and screwed to the tune.

Finally, Igor could hold back no longer. With a guttural roar, he climaxed inside Natasha, flooding her womb with his potent seed. Natasha’s eyes rolled back in her head as she came hard, her pussy clenching around Igor’s throbbing cock, milking him for every last drop of cum.

As the couple lay entwined in post-coital bliss, reality began to sink in for Sergei. His wife lay wasted, dripping with another man’s semen, her thighs coated thickly with the sticky evidence of her infidelity. The shame and humiliation he felt were overwhelming, yet he couldn’t deny the strange excitement he experienced.

Natasha, with a lazy smile, looked over at Sergei. “Clean me up, love,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Lick up Igor’s cum from my pussy. I want to feel that tongue of yours as you taste our pleasure.”

Sergei hesitated for a moment, his pride warring with his desire to obey. But the sight of his wife’s spent, satisfied body proved too much to resist. He crawled between her spread thighs, his heart pounding in his chest.

Taking a deep breath, Sergei leaned in and tenderly began to lap at the mess between Natasha’s legs. The salty, tangy taste of cum filled his mouth, and he felt his own cock twitch in response. As he lapped and sucked at her used pussy, savoring every drop of Igor’s spend, he understood the true nature of his desires.

He was a cuckold, a man who derived pleasure from his wife’s infidelity. The degradation of cleaning up after another man’s thrashing of his wife’s holes filled him with a secret, forbidden pleasure. As he attended to Natasha’s every need, tasting the residue of their lovemaking, he realized that this was his purpose – to be a willing participant in his wife’s extramarital adventures.

Igor, having regained his composure, walked over to Sergei and patted him on the back. “Good job, cuck,” he sneered, his tone laced with condescension. “I can see you’ll be a great little slave for Natasha’s slit.”

Sergei swallowed hard, the humiliation of Igor’s words washing over him. Yet even as he felt the sting of verbal abuse, he couldn’t help the swell of pride he felt at being recognized as a true cuckold.

As the night drew to a close, Sergei tucked Natasha into bed, his heart heavy with the weight of his new reality. He knew that this was just the beginning of a long journey of cuckoldry, one that would test the limits of his love and his self-worth.

But even as he lay down beside his wife, the taste of Igor’s cum still on his tongue, he knew that he wouldn’t have it any other way. This was his fate, his duty as a cuckold husband – to serve his wife and provide her with the thrills and adventures she craved, even if it meant suffering the ultimate degradation.

As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the future – a future filled with more threesomes, creampies, and humiliating cleanups. For he was a cuckold, and this was his life – a life of servitude, submission, and hidden excitement.