Husband Licks Cum From Strangers Creampie

The Cuckold’s Delight: A Stranger’s Cream Pie
By Vanessa Vexxen

The alarm chimed, a harsh reminder of the mundane life that lay ahead. John groaned as he rolled over, his hand instinctively reaching for his wife, Jenna. But the space beside him was empty, the sheets cold. He sighed, knowing full well where she was, what she was doing.

It had started as a joke, a mere flirtation. Jenna, always the adventurous one, had teasingly mentioned one day that she’d love to be taken by a stranger, to feel a hard, unknown cock stretching her tight pussy. John had laughed it off, never believing she’d actually go through with it. But as the months passed, the playful banter had turned into full-blown role-play, with Jenna dressing up as a slutty schoolgirl, begging for her teacher’s cock.

Then, one fateful weekend, she had disappeared. John had found her phone, its screen lit up with a message. “At the neighbor’s. Don’t wait up.” His heart had raced, his stomach churned. He knew, with sickening certainty, what she was doing.

Now, a year later, it was a weekly ritual. Every Saturday night, Jenna would meet with their neighbor, Mr. Thompson, a burly, middle-aged man with a wandering eye and a wandering cock. John would stay home, boiling with impotent rage and perverse arousal, knowing that his wife was being plowed by a stranger.

As he stepped out of bed, John heard the front door open. Jenna was home. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. She walked into the bedroom, her hair disheveled, her makeup smeared. The sweet-salty scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

“Hey, babe,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “How was your night?”

John stared at her, his eyes cold. “Cut the crap, Jenna. You know exactly what you’ve been up to. I can smell him on you.”

Jenna smirked, running her fingers through her hair. “Jealous, John? You know you’re not man enough to satisfy me.”

She stepped closer, her naked body glistening with sweat and ruined makeup. She grabbed his face, forcing him to look into her cruel eyes. “Now, be a good boy and clean me up. I know you’ve been craving Mr. Thompson’s cum all week.”

John’s nostrils flared as he inhaled the musky scent of his neighbor’s seed. His stomach churned, but his cock stirred, betraying his true feelings. With a sigh of resignation, he lowered himself to his knees before his wife.

Jenna spread her legs, revealing the creamy white globs of cum oozing from her well-fucked hole. “Lick it up, cuck. Make sure you get every last drop of his cream pie. And don’t forget to swallow it all down.”

John leaned in, his tongue extending to lap at the sticky mess. The taste was bitter and salty, a mixture of sweat, sex, and cum. He gagged at first, but his pride forced him to continue, his tongue delving deeper into his wife’s used cunt.

Jenna moaned as he ate her out, her hands gripping his hair, pushing his face harder against her groin. John’s own cock throbbed, rock hard and leaking pre-cum. He knew he’d never be able to satisfy Jenna the way Mr. Thompson could, and the knowledge both humiliated and aroused him.

As he licked and slurped, Jenna ground her hips against his face, smearing the creampie all over his chin and cheeks. John closed his eyes, submitting to his role as the subservient cuck. He was nothing more than a sex toy, a willing slave to his own wife’s sexual adventures.

Jenna came hard, her pussy clenching as she squirted her juices into John’s eager mouth. He lapped it all up, his own climax approaching as he drank down his neighbor’s virile seed. Jenna smiled down at him, her eyes cruel and mocking.

“Good boy,” she purred. “You’ve earned a reward.”

She reached down, grabbing John’s throbbing cock and stroking it roughly. He moaned, his hips bucking into her touch. As she fucked him with her hand, John’s shame and arousal mixed together, creating a heady cocktail of emotions.

With a final grunt, John came, his cum spurting onto the carpet. Jenna released him, a look of disgust on her face. “Clean that up,” she ordered, before sauntering off to the shower.

John collapsed onto the bed, his heart racing, his mind reeling. He knew there was no way out, no escape from his role as the pathetic cuckold. Jenna owned him, body and soul, and he would continue to submit to her whims, no matter how degrading.

As he cleaned his own mess, John thought about Mr. Thompson. The man was a machine, a virile beast who could fuck for hours on end. John knew he could never compare to him, could never satisfy his wife in the way she truly desired. And that knowledge was both infuriating and arousing.

With a heavy sigh, John crawled into bed beside Jenna, his heart heavy with shame and confusion. He knew that next Saturday, it would all begin again, the cycle of cuckolding and creampie cleanup an endless loop that he was powerless to break.

But still, his cock twitched at the thought, his mind filled with images of Mr. Thompson’s cock pounding into his wife’s eager hole. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with a bitter smile on his face. There was no escape, no reprieve. He was a cuckold for life, and he had no choice but to submit to his wife’s desires, no matter how twisted and depraved they may be.