1. The Welcomed Dinner Guest


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    The aperitif “That's a good cuck,” I said spitefully. “Go on, get your cock out and wank!” The loathing was obvious to everyone in the room. “My cunt's aching for a real prick.” When I looked at him, I was surprised and shocked by what I saw. Lust! Pure unadulterated lust. Unmistakable. Despite the disgust I felt, I knew his eyes mirrored mine. "Samantha, I'm waiting." The voice from behind me was harsh and impatient. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jerry, already undressed with his cock pointing up towards the ceiling. In the soft lighting that filled our lounge, it was glistening from the saliva and spunk. A discrete, triumphant smile spread across my face; It was my saliva. The invitation “Samantha here,” I said impatiently, wondering who the hell was calling during the kids lunch hour. “Hello, who is this?” I asked, irritated. “It's me.” “What do you want, Paul?” The bitchiness sounded awful, but I couldn’t help it. “I'm busy and haven't got all day you know,” I said sarcastically. I heard him sigh and suppressed a malicious smile. “I’m listening.” “Mr Henderson, my boss is in town and I've invited him over for dinner tonight. It’s a done deal so there’s no use getting mad. Make it happen.” “Why?” “Why what?” He asked, sounding confused. "Why did you invite him for dinner this evening?" “Oh. Because he's staying over tonight and I thought it might be nice for him to join us for dinner…” “You thought wrong then didn’t you,” I said nastily, deliberately interrupting ...
    him. “Anyway,” he continued as if not having heard me, “Instead of having to eat alone in some anonymous hotel, I thought he could eat with us!” I signed. That was Paul, always the good Samaritan, always thinking of others and unfortunately, always making it my problem. "Do we really have to?" I could hear the irritation in my voice, but couldn't help it. "Well, it won't hurt my prospects," he added thoughtfully, "And remember next year, old Hawkins is retiring and they haven't named his successor yet, soooo....." He deliberately left the sentence unfinished. I signed. "Okay, I'll sort something out," I said in exasperation, "Mind you nothing fancy." Hors-d’oeuvre The headlights reflected on the living room wall as Paul turned into the drive. It was almost seven, and they were late. Another vehicle parked behind ours. A Range Rover, new and very expensive. I was impressed. and as I heard the car doors shutting, I went through the mental checklist in my head while making my way to the front door. Upon entering the hallway, I caught a whiff of aromatic Indian flavours escaping the kitchen, and my mouth watered. 'At least the curry smells good,' I thought, checking my appearance in the full-length mirror. After preparing dinner, I'd taken a long scented bath, basically to relax and before putting on the 'war paint' as Paul calls it, opened my closet and pondered on what to wear. Eventually, I decided on a conservative cream coloured blouse with matching mid-length skirt. Unsure of ...
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