1. Being Husband


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    trousers, right there on the dance floor. It felt so good, but I almost collapsed with the joy of release. Even after cuming my shrinking dick moved slickly through the thick sliminess of my cum, and it still felt great. My mind was in turmoil though. My wife was by now heading off to her lover's room, without ever having noticed my presence. I was helpless with jealousy, but also overwhelmed by sexual release and sheer physical pleasure. If this was what being cheated on felt like.... I was interested in knowing more! Being Nadia's Husband - Part Two by The English Cuckold Seeing my wife of just under two weeks leave the disco with her lover brought me out of my state of shock somewhat. I was embarassingly conscious of my semen-soaked trousers, and whilst I was pretty sure nobody would see anything in the poor light of the disco, I headed back to our honeymoon room trembling at the knees with excitement at what I had experienced. As I cleaned myself up and got ready for bed I thought about what the stranger in the disco would now be doing to Nadia, my wife. I couldn't get the thought of his huge cock opening her up out of my head. I visualised him on top of her, sucking her perfect tits into his mouth, and pushing his magnificent manhood slowly into her gently yielding love box. I imagined his rough lips on hers, rubbing away her pink lipstick with his passion, as his tongue f***ed its way into her mouth. Then I thought about his spunk coming out of him, and jetting upwards ...
    into my wife, and her loving every minute of his penetration of her body. How would she react when she found me still awake in bed when she eventually returned, assuming that she did come back tonight at all? Would she be calm, as if nothing had happened, all the time walking around the room with that man's load inside her? I couldn't sl**p and waited hours for her, waited with a throbbing cock I didn't dare attend to. Eventually, about five o'clock in the morning, I heard a key turn in the hotel room door. I didn't say anything, but listened intently as Nadia's silent outline made its way to the side of our honeymoon bed. She was obviously trying not to wake me, but I needed to talk to her and see what kind of state she was in. I felt nervous, angry, self-pitying and hot for Nadia's body all at the same time. Steeling myself to some kind of confrontion I turned the bedside lamp on. Nadia froze. She was just about to get into bed beside me, and looked startled. Other than surprise though she didn't look too unkempt; she'd obviously had time to groom herself after satisfying herself on that other man's cock. This was the first time I'd seen Nadia looking somewhat less than confident, and emboldened by her worried, surprised look, I built up courage to act the part of the outraged husband. &#034Where the hell have you been?&#034 I barked at her. A quick flash of anger distorted her beautiful face. Before I could say anything else the open palm of her hand slapped heavily across ...
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