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Cheating and Cuckold – A Husband and Wife&rs
Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: 343150, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster
beyond that. So for her to understand cum in her mouth wasn’t a bad thing, I asked if I could cum in her mouth and we share it, just to show her it wasn’t so bad. So in the back seat of my car, my orgasm building, I held her head as I exploded in her mouth. She came up, and I planted my lips on hers and we kissed deeply, me taking my cum in my own mouth, leaving about half in hers, and I swallowed, and she followed suit. That was it. She let me cum in her mouth and swallowed every drop after that, up until a few years ago, but to be honest, I wanted to share again. We may have once or twice, but it wasn’t her thing. But what I did start to do, after I’d unload into her tight little snatch, it would be Darren’s big cock once again getting off that snug little pussy, the one she wanted fucking her after I’d gone off, so at her request, I’d fuck her hard and deep with the dildo, but, but...I hate to admit it, but I’d often pull Darren’s cock from her hungry snatch, glistening with my cum, and lick it clean, push it right into my mouth and suck every drop of my cum off it, before plunging it back into her again for more, or with that fresh fucked pussy glistening and swollen from Darren’s good fucking, my cum seeping out, I’d lick it up imagining it was his salty, musky cum, filling my loving wife’s sweet pussy. It was inevitable. It happened. I ran into Darren at the Hardware store and started up a conversation. He was in jeans and a button shirt, almost eight inches taller ... than me, broad shouldered, good looking, confident. After those first sessions fantasizing about him, my wife had introduced him when I picked her up from kickboxing one day. We both had a lazy day ahead of us it seemed from the conversation. Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself inviting Darren over to watch some of the Tour de France, drink some beer, on a hot summer’s day, and I knew my wife was out shopping for most of the morning. He drove over behind me, I got ourselves a few beers each, and turned on the TV. We were not really watching the game as much as shooting the shit, when I heard the car drive in. Francoise came in, brightly asking whose car was in the driveway, as she walked into the living room. She stopped dead in her tracks, smiled pleasantly at Darren, looked at me with daggers in her eyes, and said, obviously quite flustered, that she’d put the groceries away. While she was puttering in the kitchen, Darren brazenly stated the obvious; “Your wife is hot, man”. I nodded, wondering how to play this. To be honest, I hadn’t thought it through at all, I had just decided to invite him over and see if it went anywhere. “She loves your kickboxing class, gets her pretty worked up” hoping I wasn’t being obtusely obvious. “Worked up, eh?” he asked with an eyebrow raised, sussing out the situation rather quickly, “maybe I should go help her with the groceries?” “Go for it” I suggest as innocently as I could muster, and with that he was up and around the door. ...