Our usual routine is to masturbate in bed together before sleep if we are not having sex, but she had a bad night sleep last night so had an early night tonight. No big deal, but I've spent the day reading stories and listening to audio across Reddit and stroking myself so I'm extremely frustrated. I'm going to finish, but want to hear your suggestions as I lay next to the form of my sleeping wife
The front door opened, and I heard her make her way up the stairs. My heart raced, my cock already straining against my trousers as I waited in our bedroom. She didn’t call out for me, didn’t announce her presence—she just walked in, her confidence radiating like a fucking aura. Her dress clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the dim light, her makeup ruined and her hair was disheveled, the kind of messy that only comes from being thoroughly fucked. She stopped at the foot of the bed, her eyes locking onto mine, and without a word, she reached under her dress, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, and slid them down her legs.
She tossed them at me, and they landed on my chest with a wet slap. I could feel the dampness through my shirt, the cold, sticky residue of another man’s cum soaking into the fabric. I picked them up, holding them in my trembling hands, and brought them to my nose. The scent hit me like a punch to the gut—musky, salty, and unmistakably him. Her pussy’s sweet aroma was there too, but it was buried under the heavy, pungent smell of his release. I inhaled deeply, my cock twitching as I imagined him pounding into her, filling her up, marking her as his.
“Clean me,” she commanded, her voice low and firm. She didn’t wait for me to respond before she peeled off her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. She was naked now, her body glowing in the soft light, her skin flushed and covered in a thin film of sweat from her night out. She climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide, and I could see it—the glistening mess between her thighs, his cum leaking out of her, dripping down onto the sheets. My mouth watered, my stomach churning with a mix of arousal and humiliation.
I crawled toward her, my hands shaking as I positioned myself between her legs. Her pussy was swollen, her lips parted, and the sight of his cum oozing out of her made my cock throb. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to catch the first drop. The taste exploded on my tongue—salty, bitter, and thick, with a hint of her sweetness underneath. I moaned, my tongue lapping at her folds, collecting every drop of his seed. She sighed above me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she guided me deeper.
“That’s it,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Clean me up like a good husband. Show me how much you love tasting a real man’s cum.”
I obeyed eagerly, my tongue working its way inside her, scooping up every last bit of his seed. The taste was overwhelming, but I couldn’t get enough. I wanted it all—every drop, every trace of him. I sucked at her pussy, my lips sealing around her entrance as I drank him down. She moaned, her hips bucking against my face, and I could feel her getting wetter, her own arousal mixing with his cum.
“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” she whispered, her fingers tightening in my hair. “You love this, don’t you? You love licking his cum out of my pussy.”
I nodded frantically, my tongue still working inside her. “Yes,” I gasped between licks. “I love it. I love tasting him in you.”
She laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so pathetic,” she said, her voice teasing but affectionate. “But you’re mine. And you’ll always clean up after my lovers, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my tongue sliding up to her clit. “Always.”
She let out a soft sigh as I focused on her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs tightened around my head, and I could feel her getting closer to the edge. I kept going, my tongue moving faster, harder, until she finally came with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around my tongue as she rode out her orgasm.
When she finally relaxed, she pushed me away gently, a satisfied smile on her face. “Good job,” she said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I could taste him again—his cum mixed with hers—and it made me moan into the kiss. She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Now come and watch me take a shower,” she said, standing up and walking toward the bathroom. “I’ll tell you all about my night when I'm done.”
I watched her go, my cock aching with need. I could still taste him on my tongue, and I knew I’d be thinking about this moment for days. As I got up to follow her, I couldn’t help but smile. She was mine—and she was his. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I never thought I’d be here, kneeling on the floor, my wife’s legs spread wide, and our friend Matthew’s thick, veiny cock buried deep inside her. But here I was. Watching. Fucking watching. My cock twitched in my hand, useless and small, as Sam moaned, her head thrown back, her nails digging into Matthew’s biceps. She wasn’t my wife anymore—not in this moment. She was his. His to fuck. His to own. And I was just the husband, the pathetic spectator to their raw, filthy passion.
The room was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, pussy, and the musk of Matthew’s cock. Sam’s legs trembled as he drove into her with ruthless precision, his hips slamming against her arse with a wet slap that echoed in my ears. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I couldn’t look away from the way her pussy stretched to take him, her lips glistening with her own juices. She was so wet, so fucking ready for him, and it made my stomach churn with jealousy and arousal. She’s never been like this with me.
“Oh fuck, Matthew,” Sam gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Your cock… it’s so fucking big. I’ve never felt anything like this.” Her words cut through me like a knife, each one a reminder of my inadequacy. I could see it in her eyes—the way she looked at him, like he was a fucking god. And I was nothing.
Matthew smirked, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he fucked her harder, his thick shaft disappearing inside her over and over. “You like that, huh? Feeling my dick stretch you out? Filling that tight little pussy?” His voice was rough, dripping with dominance, and it made my cock throb in my hand. I hate him. I envy him. I want to be him.
Sam’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as he pounded her into the bed. “Yes! Yes!” she screamed, her nails leaving red marks on his arms. “Don’t stop! Fuck me harder, Matthew!” Her words were a knife to my heart, but they also sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. I was hard, so fucking hard.
“Tom,” Sam moaned, her eyes locking with mine. “Come here. I want you to taste him. Taste what he’s doing to me.” Her voice was firm, commanding, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I crawled toward them, my knees trembling, my cock pulsing with excitement. I could see it now, up close—the way her pussy clung to his cock, the way her juices coated his shaft, the way her clit throbbed with every thrust. I was so close I could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, and it made my mouth water. This is my role now. To watch. To serve. To be humiliated. And I fucking loved it and hated it at the same time.
“Lick it,” Sam commanded, her voice firm despite the pleasure wracking her body. “Taste his cock as he fucks me.”
I hesitated for a second, but the look in her eyes—dominant, demanding—made me obey. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick along the base of Matthew’s cock as it fucked into her. The taste was overwhelming—salty, musky, fucking delicious. I licked harder, my tongue swirling around his shaft, lapping up the sweaty mess they were making. Sam moaned louder, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
“That’s it,” she gasped. “Let him have your mouth. Show him how much you love his cock.”
I slowly opened my mouth, taking Matthew’s cock as he pulled out of Sam. His taste exploded on my tongue—thick, bitter, fucking perfect. I sucked him greedily, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling around the head. He groaned, his hand fisting in my hair, guiding my mouth as I sucked him off.
“Fuck, he’s good at this,” Matthew said, his voice rough with pleasure. “Your husband’s got a talented mouth.”
Sam laughed, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down my spine. “He’s had plenty of practice with my dildos. Isn’t that right, Tom?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mouth was too busy worshiping Matthew’s cock, sucking him deep, swallowing every drop of his precum. I was lost in it, consumed by the taste of him, the weight of him on my tongue. I could feel Sam’s eyes on me, watching me, judging me, and it only made me try harder.
“Get up,” Sam said suddenly, her voice sharp. I reluctantly pulled away from Matthew’s cock, my lips wet and swollen, and looked up at her. She was grinning, her eyes dark with lust. “Turn around. I want to fuck you.”
Oh my god! My cock throbbed as I stood, my legs shaky. Sam pushed me against the wall, her hands sliding down my back to grip my arse. I felt her fingers slick with her own juices probing my hole and I moaned, my body trembling.
“You’re going to cum for me, Tom,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to cum while Matthew fucks me.”
Her fingers pressed inside me, and I gasped, my hole clenching around her. She fucked me with her fingers, curling them, hitting that spot inside me that made my knees buckle. My cock was leaking, pre-cum dripping down my shaft, and I couldn’t stop the moans spilling from my lips.
Matthew moved behind Sam, his hands gripping her hips as he slid his cock back into her pussy. She moaned, her fingers thrusting harder into me, her body rocking back against him. The sounds were filthy—the slap of skin on skin, their moans, my whimpers. I was drowning in it, lost in the pleasure, in the humiliation, in the fucking ecstasy of it all.
“Cum for me, Tom,” Sam commanded, her voice a low growl. “Cum like the little whore you are.”
I couldn’t hold back. My body exploded, cum shooting from my cock, splattering the wall in front of me. My ass clenched around Sam’s fingers, my legs shaking as I rode out the orgasm. She laughed, her fingers still buried inside me, and Matthew groaned, his cock pistoning into her harder.
“That’s it,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Look at you. Pathetic. Helpless. Cumming from just a finger in your fst arse while a real man fucks your wife.”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. My body was trembling, my cock still twitching with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Sam pulled her fingers out of me, and I felt empty, used, fucking ruined. But it wasn’t over. Not yet.
Matthew pulled out of Sam, his cock glistening with her juices, and turned to me. “Open your fucking mouth.”
I dropped to my knees and obeyed without hesitation, my jaw dropping open as he shoved his cock into my mouth. He fucked my face hard, his hands gripping my head, and I gagged, tears streaming down my cheeks. But I didn’t fight it. I fucking loved it. The taste of him, the weight of him, the way he used me. I was nothing but a toy, a fucking object for their pleasure.
Sam laughed, her hands running through my hair as Matthew fucked my throat. “Good boy, Tom. Take it. Take his cock like the good little cuck you are.”
I moaned around his shaft, my cock twitching again despite the fact that I’d just cum. I was becoming fucking addicted to this—to the humiliation, to the pleasure, to the way they used me. I was theirs. Fucking theirs.
Matthew groaned, his hips jerking as he came in my mouth. His cum flooded my throat, thick and bitter, and I swallowed every drop, my tongue swirling around his cock to clean him off. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and I gasped, my lips swollen, my face wet with tears and spit.
“Get out,” Sam said, her voice cold and commanding. “Wait outside. We need some privacy.”
I hesitated for a moment as she stood above, my tongue still hovering near neatly trimmed pussy, the scent of her arousal and the taste of Matthew’s cum lingering on my lips was an intoxicating combination. But the sharpness in her tone left no room for argument. I slowly stumbled to my feet, my legs shaky, my cock still throbbing with humiliation, need and desire.
As I turned to leave, Matthew pushed Sam back onto the bed and grabbed her hips shoving his thick cock back into her pussy with a wet, filthy slap. She gasped, her head falling back as he started pounding into her again, his hips slamming against her arse. He was like a machine.
“Don’t forget, Tom,” Matthew growled, his voice dripping with dominance. “She loves me. She loves my fucking cock. You’ll never compare to this.”
Sam moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets as he fucked her harder. “Oh God, Matthew! Yes! Your....cock… it’s everything.... I.... need!”
My heart pounded in my chest as I walked out, the sound of their moans and the slap of skin echoing behind me. I closed the door, leaning against the wall outside, my cock still twitching. I could hear them through the door—Sam’s cries of pleasure, Matthew’s grunts, the bed creaking under their weight.
I slid down the wall, my knees pulled to my chest, my face buried in my hands. I was nothing to her now—just a cuckold, a pathetic excuse for a man who couldn’t satisfy his own wife. And as I sat there, tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes as I continued listening to them fuck, I couldn’t help but stroke myself, my hand moving over my cock as I imagined Matthew’s massive dick stretching her pussy, filling her in ways I never could.
I was hers. I was his. And I both hated and loved it.
Yesterday we had a good few hours together home alone and made the most of it.
I knew what she wanted when she walked into the living room naked head to toe form bar the tight boxer briefs with her 8 inch veiny black dildo standing to attention through the hole in her shorts.
She moved in front of me, placed her hand upon my head and pushed me down onto her cock. She gently fucked my face as I lathered up her shaft before pulling me off taking my hand and leading me toward the bedroom where a towel was spread over the bed.
She laid herself down and stroked her cock as she watched me remove my clothes and climbed onto the bed next to her. We passionately made out as we stroked each others hard cocks. I pulled away and hungry for more I made my way down the bed and took her into my mouth taking her deep until I was gagging and desperately trying not to throw up. I held her inside me as long as I could before I pulled up and allowed myself to breathe.
I continued blowing whilst she had her hands down her pants rubbing her clit and fucking herself with her fingers until she came. Getting her breath back she pulled me up the bed and laid me on my front, she got off tje bed and moved behind me raising my hips. I passed her the lube and she poured it over my arse. She rubbed it in before pushing a finger into me coating my rim in the slick substance. She slowly went deeper holding every so often for me to adjust until she couldn’t go any further. I begged for another finger and soon she was finger fucking me hard and fast with two fingers.
When she knew I was ready she pulled out, wiped her fingers off onto my back and squirted more lube onto herself and my hole. She lined up and ever so slowly slipped her cock inside of me. Minutes passed until she was buried to the hilt and several more until she started moving again. After that it was no holds barred, she gripped my hips tightly and thrust hard and fast over and over again. She was like an animal as she fucked me hard telling me how much I liked cock and how much she wished hers was real so she could cum deep inside of me.
Her hard fucking kept me on the tip of my orgasm never quite pushing me over the edge and I was soon desperate for release. I was crying in pleasure and gripping the sheets. It was when she shifted her position slightly that her cock suddenly hit the right spot and I couldn’t contain myself. My cock jerked and suddenly I was shooting my cum onto the towel beneath me. My body was shaking and my hips thrusting forward as my seed spilled from me.
Seeing I was spent as my body sagged she slowed her pace before slowly removing herself from my arse. My legs gave away and I fell flat onto the the towel covered in my cum. She moved up next to me kissing me deeply and we laid there together coming down from our fun. She removed her cock from her pants put it in my hand and sent to the bathroom to clean it and my cum stained body up.
We spent the rest of the day all smiles and loving. By the evening my arse ached, but in a good way. We can't wait for the day when I am spitroasted between two cocks.