Nach der Party fickt er die schöne Lady

The Cuckold’s Cursed Cosplay CoitusChronicles

John sighed as he entered his dimly lit apartment, shedding his jacket and shoes with a heavy thud. It was another monotonous Friday night, full of boredom and loneliness. His wife, Sarah, had been out partying with her co-workers for hours, leaving him to his dull existence. He flipped on the TV, hoping to find something interesting, but was met with the usual disappointment.

Suddenly, the front door creaked open, and Sarah stumbled in, clearly intoxicated. “Honey, I’m home!” she slurred, giggling to herself. John got up to help her to the couch, noticing she was absolutely gorgeous tonight, from her slutty cheerleader costume to her seductive makeup.

“Long night?” John asked, trying to hide his jealousy as the scent of cologne and cigarette smoke clung to her skin, hinting at her inappropriate encounters.

“Mhmm, so much fun!” Sarah purred, leaning back into the couch cushions. “You missed a wild party! There was this one guy… oh my god, John, he could fuck like a porn star!”

John felt a surge of anger and humiliation, his face flushing red. “What?! You mean to tell me you slept with another man?”

Sarah giggled, rolling her eyes. “Come on, don’t be such a prude. It happened a while back and it was just sex. We all know you’ll never satisfy me anymore, anyway.” She stood up and began to slowly disrobe, revealing her tantalizing body inch by inch.

John was stunned, barely able to process the betrayal. As Sarah sauntered over to their bedroom in nothing but her lingerie, his mind raced. Should he confront her, beg for her to stop cheating, or give in to his deepest, darkest desires?

Fuck it, John thought. He followed her into the bedroom, a pitiful look of despair on his face. Sarah lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. “How pathetic, watching me get off. You’re just a little cuckold who needs his wife to treat him like shit, aren’t you?”

John nodded, unzipping his pants and pulling out his already hard cock. He moved closer, placing his member near her mouth. Sarah smirked, reaching out to stroke his shaft, guiding it between her plump lips. She began to suck him off while fingering herself sloppily, moaning around his length.

John panted, blown away by the sheer depravity. He had never felt so touched and degraded at once. Sarah pulled away, a trickle of drool sliding down her chin. “Mmm, you taste so much better when I’ve been with other men. The guilt and pitiful looks just drive me wild!”

She mounted him, her warm pussy engulfing his throbbing cock. Sarah rode him hard, tits bouncing obscenely, clearly disinterested in his pleasure. John groaned, knowing he wouldn’t last long anyway.

“Oh fuck! I love it when you cuckold me like this, John. I’m SO close!” He felt his climax approaching and a surge of electricity raced through his balls, pushing him over the edge. John surrendered to his unnatural desires, shooting thick ropes of cum inside of his beautiful, cheating wife.

Sarah shuddered, wailing her pleasure to the heavens as she came undone around him. For a moment, they were frozen, two heavenly bodies entwined. As they recovered, Sarah rolled off of John, a satisfied grin on her-face. “That was amazing. We should fuck like this every night after I’m out screwing someone else.”

John could only nod in agreement, knowing he was completely addicted to his new role as Sarah’s cuckold pet. The pain and humiliation of every threesome scene only enhanced his twisted pleasure. What’s more, Sarah’s wandering eye opened up their marriage to endless hotwife encounters, as her conquests grew in both numbers and diversity.

The next weekend, Sarah came home, giggling and blushing with another man close behind. “John, I want you to meet my new love interest,.Logan. He’s going to be joining us in bed tonight.” Logan grinned, revealing perfect teeth behind his stethoscope. “Hi, John. I’m Sarah’s new OB/GYN! I’ve just given her a nice, thorough examination…with my tongue, of course.”

Logan rubbed Sarah’s naked pussy, which was glistening with her arousal as well as his saliva. John blushed hard, following the happy couple into the bedroom. There, he watched helplessly as Sarah rode Logan’s cock, his wife’s tits bouncing in the doctor’s face as they made love.

As their relationship as a cuckold and hotwife couple blossomed, John did his damnedest to keep up, knowing that he had to be available for Sarah’s regular “examinations” of other, better men. He began to collect strings of pearls from Sarah’s lovers, shriveling from their condescending looks.

In fact, as his collection grew, so did John’s collection of cocksucking articles of clothing- from Logan’s scrubs to Jimmy’s dirty football uniform, he hoarded more and more items, jerking off to the scent of the men who ruined Sarah for him. Each time his wife filed into their house with a new man, John could only smile, knowing that he would aid and abet their affair, ready to serve them with the utmost discretion (and excitement).

Sometimes, if business was slow, Sarah would invite her lover over during the day, fucking him on the kitchen table between their mating sessions, and always taking the time to spread her legs for John. He lapped up her copious fluids with an eager tongue, reveling in the occasional strand of cum, sometimes unsure if he should thank her for the treat, or if he should turn her over his knee for being so damn extra.

Being Sarah’s little cuckold and hotwife husband was a thrilling, mortifying lifestyle, but John was determined to keep up his role, ready to fuck like a rabbit whenever she brought home a new du jour lover. He had a new cause, a new religion, and as their naughty adventures unfolded, John fell in love with being Sarah’s pathetic cuck husband all over again. He never imagined that his pitiful ego, caged dick and spinning head would get him off so many times.