Cuckold watches and licks wife’s pussy while being fucked by lover

“Cuckold’s Delight: The Thrill of Servitude and Squirting Bliss”

In the sultry haze of their dimly lit boudoir, the cuckold found himself in his accustomed position – kneeling at the foot of the bed, eyes fixated on the lewd spectacle unfolding before him. His wife, the radiant queen of their sordid trysts, lounged wantonly across the silk sheets, her lush curves on full display. Her lover, a strapping stud with chiseled abs and a throbbing manhood, stood towering over her, his hands gripping her hips possessively.

The cuckold’s heart raced as he watched, a cocktail of shame and arousal coursing through his veins. This was his wife, the woman he had pledged his life to, surrendering herself so eagerly to another man. It was a scenario he had witnessed countless times before, yet the thrill never seemed to fade.

His wife’s moans echoed through the room, a symphony of carnal delight as the stud plunged his engorged member into her dripping folds. The cuckold couldn’t help but notice how easily the lover’s girthy shaft slid into her, a harsh reminder of his own shortcomings. His wife’s pussy seemed to welcome the other man’s cock with eager, clenching walls, as if it was meant to be filled by a real man.

The cuckold’s gaze was drawn to the junction where their bodies met, the wet slap of flesh against flesh echoing obscenely. He could see his wife’s pussy stretched wide, her delicate petals fluttering around the invading member. The sight of another man’s cock claiming what was once his sent a shiver down the cuckold’s spine.

As the coupling intensified, the cuckold found himself moving closer, drawn like a moth to a flame. His wife’s moans grew louder, more wanton, and he could see her body tensing, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. The stud’s thrusts grew more forceful, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor.

Suddenly, his wife’s body stiffened, her back arching off the bed as an intense orgasm crashed over her. The cuckold watched in awe as her pussy quivered and clenched, a gush of fluid escaping her as she squirted all over the stud’s cock and balls. The sight was mesmerizing, a testament to the depths of his wife’s pleasure and his lover’s skilled ministrations.

As the waves of her climax subsided, the cuckold found himself crawling onto the bed, his face moving towards his wife’s glistening sex. He had become accustomed to this role, the lowly servant responsible for licking up the mess left behind by his betters. It was a degrading task, but one he had grown to crave.

He pressed his face into his wife’s ripe pussy, inhaling the heady scent of sex and squirt. His tongue darted out, lapping at the creamy mixture of fluids that coated her thighs and his lover’s throbbing shaft. The taste was divine, a potent blend of his wife’s sweet nectar and the virile essence of her lover. He savored every drop, his own pathetic cock straining against his pants as he worshipped at the altar of his wife’s pussy.

As he worked, the stud’s cock softened, slipping out of his wife’s still-clenching hole. A fresh flood of cum oozed out, coating the cuckold’s face and chest. He didn’t hesitate, lapping at the creamy goodness like a man possessed. The taste of his wife’s creampie was the ultimate humiliation, a blatant reminder of his inability to satisfy her.

The cuckold could feel his lover’s eyes on him, watching as he debased himself in the most intimate of ways. It was a power play, a reminder of who truly held the reins in this twisted relationship. The cuckold didn’t mind, reveling in the degradation and absurdity of his situation.

As he finished licking his wife’s pussy clean, he could feel her hand stroking his hair, a motherly gesture that only served to heighten his shame. She praised him for his efforts, cooing about what a good little cuckold he was. The stud laughed, a deep, mocking sound that echoed through the room.

The cuckold knew he would be left to clean up the mess, both literally and figuratively. He would be expected to tend to his wife’s every need, to worship her pussy with his tongue and his heart. And in the end, he would be rewarded with the scraps of their coupling, the bits of cum and squirt that his superior lover graciously allowed him to lick up.

It was a life of servitude and shame, but for the cuckold, it was a life of twisted love and forbidden pleasure. He knew he would never truly satisfy his wife, would never be able to give her the mind-shattering orgasms that his lover could so effortlessly provide. But he could play his part, could be the faithful servant to their sordid little menage a trois.

As the cuckold finished his duties and crawled back to his accustomed place at the foot of the bed, he couldn’t help but smile. This was his life, his deviant little slice of heaven. And he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

The stud and his wife cuddled together, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. The cuckold watched, his heart swelling with a mix of jealousy and exhilaration. He knew that someday, he would be granted the ultimate treat – the chance to see his wife’s belly swell with the seed of his superior. It was a goal he strived for, a final act of submission in this dance of dominance and debauchery.

For now, he would simply watch and wait, ready and eager to serve. The cuckold’s life was one of servitude, humiliation, and the ultimate erotic thrill. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.