Cuckold Husband Preparing His Wife For a SEX DATE

The sun was setting over the bustling city as John fidgeted nervously in his armchair, watching the clock tick by with mounting anxiety. His wife Sarah was in the bathroom, getting ready for her big “date” with John’s best friend Mike. It had been Sarah’s idea to start opening up their marriage, to explore new sexual adventures together. At first, John had been skeptical, even jealous at the thought of his beautiful, loving wife in another man’s arms. But Sarah had been persuasive, convincing him that this would bring them closer together, not drive them apart. And who better to share his wife with than his lifelong friend and confidant?

As the minutes dragged on, John’s thoughts kept returning to Mike – tall, muscular, handsome Mike, with his charming smile and charismatic presence. Sarah had always admired Mike from afar, little comments slipping out here and there about how attractive she found him. A part of John hated the idea of his wife with someone else, feeling a twinge of possessiveness over her luscious curves and sparkling blue eyes. But an even bigger part of him was desperate to see her pleasure in ways he simply couldn’t provide.

John’s reverie was broken by the clicking of high heels on tile as Sarah emerged from the bathroom. She looked absolutely stunning, wearing a tight crimson dress that hugged her every curve and a pair of thigh-high stockings that made her slim legs seem to go on for miles. Her auburn hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, and her pierced ears glittered with tiny diamond studs. John felt his jaw drop open in amazement as he took in the sight of her.

“Wow Sarah, you look…incredible,” he managed to stammer out, rising from his chair to approach her.

Sarah flashed him a dazzling smile, her red lips glistening invitingly. “I’m so glad you like it, honey,” she purred, twirling around to show off the expanse of smooth, bare back her dress revealed with its plunging neckline. “I want to look my very best for Mike tonight.”

The blunt way she spoke her lover’s name made John’s stomach lurch with a hot mix of jealousy and excitement. He reached out to cup Sarah’s face in his trembling hands, drinking in the beauty of her up-tilted features.
“I need you to understand something first,” he said urgently. Sarah cocked an eyebrow. “This is all your choice honey. If it’s too much, if you want to stop, just say the word and we’ll end this whole thing right now. I love you too much to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Sarah’s eyes softened and she leaned into his touch, her cool skin soothing his overwrought nerves. “I love you too, so much,” she murmured. “But I want this. I want Mike, and I want to share myself with him, because that’s what you need. Please let me give you this gift.”

John let out a shuddering breath, his heart hammering in his ears. “Alright,” he agreed. “I trust you. Go give my friend my best.”

With one last searing kiss – Sarah’s tongue slipping possessively into his mouth – she swept out the door, leaving a cloud of exotic perfume in her wake. John paced and fretted for the next few hours, unable to focus on anything but the thought of his wife, naked and writhing beneath Mike’s strong body.

When the door finally opened just after midnight, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Sarah moved into the light from the entryway and John gasped at the picture she made. Her dress was torn at one shoulder, displaying the outside swell of her breast. Her hair was tangled, lipstick smeared, and skin glistening with perspiration. She looked utterly debauched. John felt his cock stiffen in his pants, an overwhelming urge to kneel at her feet and worship her ravished body seizing him.

“Well?” Sarah asked breathlessly, as if the night’s events hadn’t winded her at all. “Did you miss me, honey? Are you nice and hard for me?”

John groaned and nodded, falling to his knees in front of her. He reached for the hem of her skirt, desperate to see how Mike had really marked his wife’s body. Sarah laughed and sashayed past him, peeling off her dress as she went.

“You’ll have to earn that,” she taunted, tossing the ruined garment carelessly aside.

In a flash she was naked, her full breasts heaving from the force of her recent exertions. John’s mouth went dry at the sight – the pink tips of her nipples ere and flushed, her pussy hair damp and matted. But what caught his eye was the pearly streaks clinging to her inner thighs and the creamy creampie filling her tight, well-used cunt.

“Oh god, he came inside you,” John gasped reverently,.
Sarah smirked and turned to present her dripping slit to him, gripping her asscheeks to spread herself wider. “He did, many times. Now come and drink down his spend, cuck. Lick up the remains of your betters’ coupling.”

Unable to resist, John buried his face in the crease of her sex, moaning like a man possessed against Sarah’s tender flesh. He lapped greedily, savoring both his wife’s sweet musk and the pungent tang of Mike’s seed. Sarah tangled her fingers in John’s hair and held him close, urging him to dip his tongue inside her pulsating hole. He complied eagerly, the tip of his nose bumping her swollen clit as he laved her wrenched entrance.

“Mmm, you’re so good at that,” Sarah purred, grinding mindlessly against his lips. “Thank you, honey. For everything.”

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