Shared wife fucks two cocks in the kitchen for double creampie ending / Hotwife / Sloppy Seconds

In the quietly humming kitchen of their suburban house, Serenity Cox stood, hands braced against the cool marble countertop. Her lust-glazed eyes fluttered shut as she savored the sensation of two hard cocks sliding in and out of her most intimate places. The slick sounds of their coupling filled the air, punctuated by her breathy moans and the grunts of her two eager lovers.

Partners in a secret agreement to explore the taboo thrills of wife-sharing, Serenity’s husband watched from a nearby chair, one hand slowly stroking his own neglected erection as he drank in the erotic sight. The blonde MILF’s full, heavy breasts bounced and jiggled with each forceful thrust from behind, her puffy nipples aching for more attention.

“Fuck yeah, take it you dirty slut!” panted the man pounding into her from behind, his hips smacking flesh on flesh. “Milk my cock with that tight cunt!”

“Mmmm, so good… I love having you both inside me at once,” Serenity purred, licking her plump lips and sending a wanton look over her shoulder.

Her skilled mouth worked the thick shaft filling it, suckling and swirling her tongue along the sensitive underside. One hand cupped and fondled the man’s heavy, cum-laden balls, coaxing out his pleasure. Her other hand reached down to slick fingers through her glistening nether lips and clit, stoking the fires burning between her thighs.

The cocks promising a double creampie stretched and filled her so utterly, an erotic fullness not dissimilar to when she carried their children. But this was a breeding of a more primal, animalistic variety.

Serenity’s pussy clenched and rippled around the thick length impaling her, making it harder and harder for her assailant to maintain his steady rhythm. The others had claimed their share of her from every position imaginable over the course of the hot date, leaving her ravaged and debased in the best ways.

Cowgirl, reverse, side-saddle. Doggystyle, in her throat, bent over the kitchen table piled high with appetizers gone cold and forgotten. Her juices smeared across every flat surface, marking her territory with these men, these co-conspirators in her sin. Filthy sloppy seconds, each delicious encounter overlapping and blurring into the next.

Now, all that was left was to siphon out every last drop their swollen sacs had to offer, to be pumped full to overflowing with their potent seed. Serenity’s back arched and thighs trembled, squeezing impossibly tighter, signaling her rapture. A keening wail tore from her throat as her powerful orgasm racked through her spasming body.

With a roar, the man fucking her pussy slammed as deep as he could go. “Gonna fill this cunt so full of cream, slut,” he growled, fingers digging into the meat of her hips as he painted her insides white.

The man in her mouth muffled her cries by burying himself to the hilt. Holding her head still, he made her swallow every pulse of his release, looking into her eyes as he unloaded his bouillon down her greedy gullet.

Dropping back from the sparking heights, Serenity was left adrift, half-coherent from the intensity of the double dose. She thought she heard her husband groan as he finished himself off, but the ringing in her ears drowned out all but the dull thumping of her pulse.

In the morning, she’d be sore in places she didn’t know she could be affected. Covered in lipstick-smeared hickeys and teeth marks, her hair tangled into a bird’s nest. Layers of pungent cum would crust between her swollen folds. But she’d power through it, hiding her illicit activities behind a brazen smile. Carrying on normalcy until they could do it again.

The clandestine affair their marriage hinged on, the one she shared with the other men in her life to feed her freaky appetite. To make every orgasm, fulfilled or not, resonate stronger. To edge the thrill from “good sex” to “mind-blowing cosmically orgasmic throwdown”. No one understood the intricate flavor of consume-and-be-consumed that she found in their company.

Pinning her hair back, Serenity carefully peeled herself off their combined cooling fluids. “Castile soap, please, before we wipe up,” she said, picking herself up off the floor with wobbly legs. It wasn’t a question.

No one ever insisted their cum stains be preserved as a momento, even if it would be kind of hot…just kinda weird. Like, was it hotwife contamination? Easy on the bleach, darling. Hand me that warm Emergen-C and I’ll be right as rain…in three days, followed by two “me, just me” nights.