My Cuckold - Sloppy Seconds (Patreon)

There's an armchair in our living room. It's the kind that's almost big enough for two people. It's soft, too, and you sink into it a little when you sit. I love that chair, which is why it's stayed with us through multiple moves despite it looking a little worn out.

I'm in that chair when you come home from work. That's not an entirely unusual sight, but today is a little different.

You know that I invited my boyfriend over while you were at work. We've been together for nearly three months now and we've hit that place where the sex is so good that we can't stop thinking about each other. He wants me all the time. I almost always feel the same way. Life prevents us from getting together as much as we'd like, but we make the time when our schedules line up.

I smile as you come in through the garage door. I hear you drop the keys and your bag on the kitchen counter. I know that in a few moments you'll step into the living room and see me sitting on my favorite chair.

I'm wearing a pair of boyshort panties - which you love - and a cropped sweater, which you also love. My legs are crossed and my hair is pulled back into a ponytail. You pause in the doorway to stare at me. You know I've fucked another man in our house. You're not sure where, or what position we used, or whether or not I sucked his cock, or where he came, but you know that I cuckolded you today and you're excited.

In fact, excited might be underselling how you feel. After all, nothing - and I mean nothing - turns you on more than being cuckolded, and there's something intoxicating about the moment right before I share the details. In that moment, anything is possible. Your sense of anticipation is at its highest point, and I'm certain you can feel that delightful tingling sensation that you get in your loins when you're on the cusp of hearing about your cuckolding.

You come closer and I slowly uncross my legs, revealing the boyshort panties that I put on after my boyfriend fucked me. I see that look of delight in your eyes, for we both know that you love when I wear boyshorts, which means you know that I've put them on for your pleasure.

I look at the ground at my feet and you drop to your knees. I see in your eyes that you recognize that I want to be in control tonight, that I want to let my dominant side out to have a little fun with you. I can see the excitement that comes with that realization.

"He left less than thirty minutes ago," I say.

I'm sure a dozen questions pop into your head, but you know better than to ask any of them when I'm in a dominant mood. You know only to speak when I've prompted you to do so.

"He was here for nearly two hours," I continue before lifting my foot and holding it in front of your mouth. "Kiss my toes."

You lean forward and plant a kiss on each of my five toes. I bend them downwards and you kiss the top of my foot, working your way to my ankle. You get a little greedy and try to kiss your way up my leg. I let you get halfway up my shin before dropping my foot to the ground. You sit back on your knees with a hint of disappointment on your face.

"I thought about wearing lingerie for him, but I decided that wearing a favorite of yours was far more exciting," I explain. "So I wore this little cropped sweater and these boyshort panties that you love so much."

I run my fingers over my stomach and under the sweater. I send them on a journey to my breasts, which are absent the support of a bra. I don't need to tell you that, though. You can see me playing with them. You know I'm not wearing a bra. You know I offered my boyfriend easy access.

"The cropped sweater turned out to be an inspired choice," I say. "His hands were on my waist the moment I let him in the house. It felt so much better than if he were touching me through lingerie. He liked that my tits were easily accessible, too. I might have liked it even more, though. You know how much I love feeling his strong hands on my breasts, especially when he's kissing me with such passion."

You've sprouted an erection, or at least a bulge in your pants. You like hearing about what I did while you were at work. I'm also quite certain you like that I did it while you were at work. I have the luxury of working from home, which means I can play when I feel like it.

"He wanted me - and I wanted him - but I wanted to sit in that desire for a little, so I took him to the kitchen and made us cocktails. He couldn't keep his hands off me as I did. It was exquisite. He ran his hands all over my body. He squeezed my ass. He kissed my neck. He played with my tits. He pressed his stiff cock into me. He knew it would all drive me wild, and I think he liked that it was doing the same for him," I explain.

I stand up and offer you a hand. You climb to your feet and I direct you to sit in the chair. You do so as I stand in front of you. Your eyes wander over my body and between my legs. You stare at my panties. I know you're looking for a wet spot. My panties are pink and the room is fairly dark, though, so you can't quite spot one.

"We brought our drinks out here," I say. "He sat right where you are."

I spin around, back up, and sit in your lap. "I sat in his lap."

I take your hand and put it on my stomach. "He put his hand right here on my stomach."

I move my ass over your crotch, bringing your already stiff cock to an exceedingly excited state. "I couldn't help but tease him a little as we sipped our drinks. He let his hand wander up my sweater and his fingers found my breasts and my stiff nipples."

Your hand wanders up my sweater and finds my breasts. You take one in your hand and squeeze it confidently. I moan as you find my nipple and gently pull on it before rolling my stiff flesh between your fingers.

"We talked a little while doing our best to drive each other mad with desire," I say. "What we talked about isn't all that important, though, because the conversation wasn't the point. Turning my boyfriend on - and getting all wet in the process - was the point."

I lean closer and we kiss. I know you want to feel my tongue in your mouth - you love that - but I deny you that pleasure at first. I part my lips, but my tongue doesn't follow. You grasp my breast a little tighter in your hand. Your cock presses into my ass. I feel your desire and I think of how I felt his desire, too, and of the sex that led to. I offer my tongue. I push it into your mouth. You moan and suck on it as you're so keen to do whenever I give you the opportunity.

I stand up, turn around, and smile as I rub my pussy through my panties. "After we finished our drinks, I got up. I played with my pussy as my boyfriend watched. I told him how wet he made me, how badly I wanted him inside me. I actually came close to cumming while thinking about fucking him. Then I got on my knees for him."

I drop to my knees in front of you. I reach up and stroke your cock through your slacks. I know you want me to take you out, to take you in my mouth, to give you a blowjob like I gave him a blowjob, but I'm not going to.

"My boyfriend sat right where you are as I took his pants off," I say while gently teasing your dick. "I freed his big cock. I took him in my hand. I kissed the big, bulbous head. I inhaled his scent. I ran my tongue over the head and smiled when he moaned for me. Then I took him in my mouth. I gave my boyfriend a blowjob. He was sitting right where you are as I sucked his cock."

You close your eyes and moan. It's loud and your cock bulges in your slacks.

"Does that turn you on, baby?" I ask.

"More than anything," you answer.

I smile sweetly and ask, "Yeah? You like that your wife gave another man a blowjob right here in our living room? You like that I had his big, thick, throbbing cock in my mouth?"

"Fuck...yes...I fucking love that," you say.

This is why I like to play the dominant role sometimes. I like to see you aroused like this. I like to draw it out, to drive you crazy with lust, to see you almost literally writhing because you're so turned on and you can't get any relief from that overwhelming desire until I decide to give it to you.

"He loved it too," I say. "He was almost as turned on as you are. I was turned on too, and once I had him in my mouth I couldn't really contain my desire. You know that I get turned on when I suck his cock. You know that I can't help but think about having him inside me, about how good it's going to feel when his cock finally slides into my wet pussy."

You moan again, for now you're thinking about my boyfriend fucking me, and you really like thinking about him fucking me. I take your pants off and see the delight in your eyes. Your underwear follow and I wrap my fingers around your stiff cock and stroke you slowly. I lean forward and I kiss the head. My tongue slips out and I offer you a hint of the same pleasure I offered him.

"Are you thinking about me sucking his cock?" I ask.

You nod. Of course that's what you're thinking about.

"Would you like to know what I did after I blew my boyfriend?" I ask.

"Yes, please," you say.

I release your cock and stand up. I slip my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly lower them. Your gaze is unwavering as you stare between my legs. It's still kind of dark, but you can see the wetness in my panties. You stop breathing for a moment, because you know what you're looking at. You know that I trust my boyfriend enough to let him cum inside me. You know that his cum has been leaking into my panties for the past half hour.

I pull my panties all the way down and step out of them. I approach the chair and straddle you. "I straddled him after I sucked his cock," she says. "He was so hard for me, and I was soaking wet for him."

I kiss you as I reach down and take hold of your cock. I rub the head over my slippery, cum-soaked pussy lips and you moan into my mouth.

"Do you want to fuck my messy pussy?" I ask.

"Yes, please," you answer.

I smile and slowly lower my messy cunt onto your cock. I watch as your face contorts from the immense pleasure of being inside me so soon after my boyfriend pumped his hot load into me.

"Does my pussy feel better when it's full of his cum?" I ask softly as I take every inch of you.

You don't answer. It seems that you can't. It seems that you're so overwhelmed with the pleasure of being inside me that you've lost the ability to speak. I love that. I rock my hips back and forth in your lap, grinding my clit into your pelvis and bathing you in his cum. I can hear how wet and messy it is. I know your cock is utterly engulfed in the heat of my pussy and the slickness of his load.

"He didn't cum inside me when I rode him on this chair," I say. "He came inside me the second time we fucked."

Your eyes go wide and you moan. You know that my boyfriend is virile and that we often fuck twice if we have the time. We had the time today.

"He made me cum as I rode his cock right here on this chair. I had an orgasm with another man's dick buried deep inside me, baby," I explain. "I rode him long and hard. I took my time. I teased us both. I basked in the pleasure of having my boyfriend's beautiful cock in my tight pussy. Then I filled our house with my screams of pleasure as I came."

I can see that you're right on the edge. I could push you over and make you cum without much effort. For a moment, I consider denying you that pleasure. That would be the dominant thing, wouldn't it? I don't want that, though. I want to make you cum. I want to give you that pleasure.

"After I'd cum," I say as I begin to bounce up and down on your cock, "I got on my knees again. I took my boyfriend's wet cock in my mouth. I sucked and stroked and played with his balls. I looked into his eyes and I made sure he knew that I wanted him to cum in my mouth, that I was going to swallow for him."

"Oh, fuck," you say.

"Do you like that I let him cum in my mouth?" I ask.

You nod as I see that look of bliss on your face again. You're about to cum.

"Do you like that your wife swallowed her boyfriend's cum after he fucked me to an incredible orgasm right here in this chair?" I ask.

You answer by cumming inside me. You mix your cum with his. I slowly move back and forth on your cock, milking a deeply pleasurable orgasm out of you in the process. Your eyes are closed and I can't help but smile as I watch the intense pleasure dance across your face.

"I love you," you say. You almost always say that after I've given you a cuckold-fueled orgasm, and it always makes me happy.

"I love you too," I reply before kissing you softly. I do love you, and I love cuckolding you, and I can't wait to do it again.