1. How I Learned To Please My Wife - Part 1


    Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: Cuckold, Author: allfours, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    his huge cock thrusting into her pussy. The sounds of her moans and screams rang in my ears, and I felt something stir inside me. A kind of sexual thrill made me shiver, and I knew that, even if I wanted to, I couldn't deny the heady mixture of shame, pride and excitement I'd felt as I watched her being well and truly fucked by another man. With a resigned sigh, I agreed. It was almost worth it just to see the look on her adorable face, and she came over and sat on my lap before kissing me so passionately that it took my breath away. We sat holding each other, and before I knew it, Vanessa had slid her hand to my crotch. I gasped as she rubbed me through my trousers, my cock springing to attention. Vanessa held my lips with hers as the friction of her hand increased, her other hand snaking round to hold the back of my head. It had been so long since she had given my pleasure any attention that I moaned, carried away by the wonderful sensations her hand was giving me. I felt myself start to reach the point of no return, and I struggled to protest that I didn't want to cum in my pants, but rather have her release my cock so she could touch it, and who knows, maybe even suck it. Vanessa was having none of it, and held me firm in her surprising strong hands. Soon, I was becoming frantic, but this just seemed to encourage her. Her hand pushed more firmly, and she occasionally dragged a nail down the length of my prick. I've never been a long-stayer, and the eroticism of the ...
    situation, along with the welcome ministrations of my wife soon took their toll. With a muffled cry, I exploded into my pants, my eyes widening as I felt the warm, wet stickiness spread around my groin. Vanessa waited until I calmed down a little before finally releasing me, looking down at the damp patch spreading in my crotch. "Mmm, did you enjoy that, sweetie?" she asked with a sickly grin. "Oh," she laughed with a flicker of a sneer, "what a mess! That is going to be a little embarrassing!" She got up as if going to the door. "Shall I call Stacey in to get some towels?" "NO!" I cried, desperately reaching into my pocket for my handkerchief. I tried to clean myself up as best as I could while she laughed at my predicament, making really unhelpful comments as I did my utmost to stop the patch spreading. My face flushed as I realised that she had deliberately manipulated and put me in an embarrassing situation, and was now enjoying watching me squirm. She knew that I would have to hide the wet patch for the rest of the day, and the scent of my cum would hang around for ages. Even so, I was still sexually charged up at the situation, and my shame just seemed to make things worse. For possibly the first time in my life, my cock didn't deflate after I came. Eventually my wife stood up, grabbed her handbag and gave me a light peck on the cheek. "Have fun, and don't work too hard!" she said in a sing-song voice. She looked down once more at my stained trousers. She could tell that I ...
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