Wife Comes Home After Gangbang – Cuckold Clean up Creampie And Sloppy Seconds v1

The aroma of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air as John nervously paced the living room, his heart pounding with a mix of dread and anticipation. He had known his wife, Lisa, was seeing other men. She had left that morning with the knowledge that she was going to be the centerpiece of a gang bang, surrounded by virile, hung studs who would fill her every hole with their potent seed. But now, hours later, John could hear the sound of Lisa’s footsteps approaching the front door, and he felt his stomach do a nervous flip-flop.

Lisa entered the house, her clothes disheveled and her makeup smeared. She had a faraway look in her eyes, as if she was still lost in the haze of her sexual exploits. Without saying a word, she took John by the hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom. There, she slowly undressed, revealing a body covered in hickeys and bruises, and a pussy that was drooling with the cum of multiple men.

“Clean me up,” Lisa ordered, her voice cold and authoritative. “Taste what your wife has been doing all day.”

John hesitated for a moment before dropping to his knees in front of her. He slowly leaned in and began to trace his tongue along the inside of her thighs, savoring the salty taste of sweat and sex. As he worked his way closer to her pussy, he could see the creamy mixture of cum oozing out of her, and he felt his own cock begin to stiffen in his pants.

With a deep breath, John buried his face between Lisa’s legs and began to eat her out, lapping up the cum and savoring every drop. He could taste the musky flavor of the unknown men who had fucked her, and it only served to turn him on even more. Lisa moaned in pleasure as he went down on her, and he could feel her fingers tangling in his hair, pushing his face harder against her pussy.

As John ate her out, Lisa began to talk dirtier and dirtier, taunting him with the details of her infidelity. She told him about how she had sucked off three men at once, taking their cocks down her throat and swallowing their cum. She told him about how she had been fucked in every hole, including her ass, and how the men had called her a filthy whore.

John’s cock was painfully hard by now, straining against the fabric of his pants. He knew that he wasn’t going to get to fuck his own wife – that privilege had been given to these other men – but he couldn’t help but rub himself as he ate her out.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lisa pushed John away. “That’s enough,” she said, her voice breathless. “I’m going to shower now. You get rid of my clothes and make the bed.”

John nodded, his face flushed and his cock throbbing. As Lisa walked away, he watched her bare ass swaying back and forth, and he couldn’t help but imagine the various cocks that had been inside her just hours before.

As John stripped Lisa’s clothes and began to remake the bed, he couldn’t shake a feeling of shame and humiliation. He knew that his wife was using him – that she enjoyed making him feel degraded and used. But at the same time, there was something undeniably erotic about the whole situation. The thought of Lisa getting passed around by a group of hung, virile men, having her pussy and asshole used like a fleshlight, was more than enough to make him painfully hard.

As he remade the bed, John found himself wondering how long this would continue. Would Lisa keep using him as a cum dumpster, coming home after her sexual exploits and forcing him to clean her up? Would he always be relegated to the role of the cuckold, forever denied the chance to fuck his own wife?

He didn’t know, but as he heard the shower turn on upstairs, he couldn’t help but picture Lisa washing the cum from her body, slipping her fingers between her legs and masturbating as she thought about the men who had fucked her that day.

With a shuddering breath, John tucked Lisa’s clothes into the hamper and finished remaking the bed. He knew that he would be waiting up for her when she got out of the shower, ready to service her in whatever way she desired.

As he lay there on the bed, his cock still painfully hard and his mind racing with dirty thoughts, John couldn’t help but wonder what the future would hold for him and his wife. Would he ever be able to reclaim her as his own, or would he be forever doomed to be nothing more than a cuckold, a pathetic fool who got off on cleaning up the messes made by his cheating wife? Only time would tell, but for now, John knew one thing for certain: he was going to do whatever it took to keep Lisa happy, even if it meant sacrificing his own dignity and self-respect.