Reluctantly Embracing Cucking and Sloppy Seconds Sex

"Sit," was all your wife said as she pushed your naked body into the armchair that rests in the corner of your bedroom.

You sat, of course, and she blew you a kiss and sauntered away, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. A short while later she emerged in a black lace bodysuit with a plunging neckline. She wore shiny black heels with it and struck a thrilling pose in the doorway as your eyes wandered over her breathtakingly sexy body.

You knew you were about to get lucky and your loins stirred at the prospect of enjoying your wife in her lingerie. You moved to get up but she held up her hand and your ass dropped back onto the chair.

Your wife took her time closing the distance between you, but eventually she was close enough to bend over, put her hands on your knees, and kiss you softly. Her tongue slipped into your mouth and slowly danced with yours as her hands moved up your thighs until she was stroking your stiffness.

"I've been a bad wife," she whispered.

You shook your head.

"I have. It's been too long since I've sucked your cock, baby. I know you love blowjobs and I've neglected to give you that pleasure for far too long."

She sank to her knees.

"You don't have to," you said.

She smiled brightly. "I know I don't. Just like you don't have to go down on me as often as you do. Just like you don't have to buy me flowers every week. Just like you don't have to be the most incredible father and husband in the world."

Your wife leaned forward and kissed the head of your cock. She flicked her tongue back and forth over it and you shuddered from the pleasure.

"I don't have to suck your cock, baby, but I want to. You deserve this. You deserve a long, slow blowjob from your wife. You deserve to have your cock worshiped. You deserve to see me swallow your cum. You deserve to be treated like a king."

Your cock disappeared into her mouth and you gripped the arms of the chair and moaned as the sudden pleasure of a blowjob emanated from between your legs. It had been at least six months since you'd last spent any real time in your wife's mouth and you'd almost forgotten how good it felt. It all came back, though, as she closed her eyes, swallowed half your shaft, and sucked hard while pulling back.

"Fucking hell, baby, that feels amazing," you said.

Her mouth moved up and down and she swallowed more of your length each time, right up until her nose was buried in your pubic hair and her throat contracted around the head of your cock, the pulses bringing you a wealth of pleasure.

Her eyes were watering when she pulled back and wiped the saliva from her lips. Your cock was coated in the wetness from her throat and she stroked your stiff shaft with a giddy smile on her face, seemingly undeterred by the unpleasant elements of giving a blowjob.

"You remember how good it feels to be in my mouth, don't you?" she asked.

You nodded.

Your wife kissed the head of your cock. "I'm sorry it's been so long," she said.

"You don't have to apologize."

She kissed her way down your shaft, kissed each of your balls, and then worked her way back to the tip. "Yes, I do," she said. "You're a much better husband than most men - certainly better than the men most of my friends are married to - and you deserve to feel good. You deserve a blowjob every now and then. You deserve to see your wife on her knees showing how much she appreciates you."

Your cock got harder. There was something undeniably thrilling about the idea that she was showing her appreciation via a blowjob.

She took you in her mouth again. She wrapped her fingers around the base of your shaft and began to stroke while sucking, her hand moving in time with her lips and delivering an even deeper level of pleasure.

"Fucking hell," you said breathlessly.

A knock on the bedroom door pulled you from the blissful experience of the blowjob. The door opened a moment later and your friend Kevin - the one who was visiting from the East Coast and staying with you all week and who said he'd be out late that night - popped his head into the room.

Your wife's fingers remained wrapped tightly around your cock as her head whipped around to look at him. Your first instinct was to cover your cock, but your wife's head and hand had that covered.

"Dude!" you screamed.

"Shit, sorry," he said.

The only thing for him to do was back out, close the door, and set aside whatever question he'd popped his head into the room to ask. Instead, your friend stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and leaned against it.

"Kevin, what the fuck are you doing?" you asked.

He wasn't looking at you, though. He was looking at your wife, who still had her head turned and was clearly meeting his gaze.

"Would you like to watch me suck his cock?" your wife asked.

You were incredulous. "What?"

"I would," Kevin answered.

Your wife stroked your cock a few times and said, "You're much too far away. You should come closer. Get comfortable. Sit on the bed."

"What?!" you asked again, though it was clear that neither of them was paying you any attention.

Kevin walked towards you.

"Dude, get the fuck out!" you said.

He sat at the foot of the bed. He stared at your wife, his eyes roaming over her lingerie-clad body in a way that made you both uncomfortable and irritated.

"Kevin, get the fuck out of our bedroom!" you yelled.

Your wife finally turned back to you. She took the head of your cock into her mouth and moved her tongue over it with such skill that you momentarily lost yourself in a tidal wave of pleasure.

"It's okay, baby," she said. "He just wants to watch. There's nothing wrong with that. He's just going to sit there and watch you get a blowjob. I mean, sure, he'll probably fantasize about getting his cock sucked, but you can't blame him for that, can you?"

Once again you were incredulous, this time at your wife's sudden willingness to have an audience for a sex act. You wondered if they were playing some sort of strange, elaborate prank on you, mostly because that was the only thing that made even a lick of sense.

She deepthroated your cock and again her throat milked the head. You gripped the arms of the chair and moaned. Your eyes closed reflexively as her mouth and throat took you to a place of such intense bliss that you couldn't speak or really even think straight.

"Damn, dude, she's really fucking good at that," Kevin said, pulling you from your erotic revelry.

"Fuck you. Get out," you replied.

He smiled and rubbed himself through his jeans.

"Dude, fucking stop that. Stop touching yourself."

"Baby, it's okay," your wife reassured you. "You should be flattered. He thinks your wife is beautiful and sexy. He thinks it's hot to watch me suck cock. It turns him on to watch me suck your dick. There's nothing wrong with that."

"There's definitely something wrong with that!"

She took you in her mouth. She did something wondrous with her tongue all the way down, surrounding your head and shaft in a kind of pleasure you weren't sure you'd ever felt before.

You moaned. You couldn't help it. Your friend - one of your best friends, in fact - was sitting just a handful of feet away and watching you get your dick sucked and you were enormously aroused to the point that your loins were tingling.

Kevin unzipped his pants and freed his cock. You'd never seen him naked before - and certainly not hard - and it was instantly obvious he was larger than you. Insecurity mingled with the pleasure coursing through you.

"Please put your cock away," you said.

Your wife looked back. You couldn't see her whole face as she was turned towards him, but you were pretty sure you saw her smile. More insecurity followed. Her hand moved up and down your shaft, though, making it awfully hard to feel much of anything outside of an ever-increasing sense of arousal.

"That's a very nice cock, Kevin," your wife noted.

"Why thank you," he replied with a smile that struck you as far too lascivious.

Your wife turned back to you, looked up, and held your gaze as she took your cock in her mouth. Then, as she was blowing you, she reached back and pulled the bodysuit aside, exposing her pussy and asshole to Kevin. His eyes were drawn to her newly-exposed naughty bits, of course, and he fixed that same lascivious stare on her.

"Don't look at her like that," you said.

Kevin smiled, kept staring, and then stood and stripped as your wife sucked your cock and fondled your balls.

"Stop," you said to him. "Put your clothes back on and get the fuck out of our bedroom."

Instead of adhering to your order, Kevin moved behind your wife and dropped to his knees. He ran his fingers over the smooth, milky white skin of her ass and then pushed them into her pussy, at least based on the sounds of wetness emanating from her backside and the way she moaned with her lips sealed around your cock.

For reasons beyond your comprehension, you suddenly lacked the ability to speak, to voice your annoyance with what was unfolding in your bedroom. Instead, you stared at Kevin's hand. His fingers were hidden, but they were clearly moving in and out of her. He was penetrating your wife from behind and she was moaning around your cock as he did so. She offered not one hint of objection. Instead, it seemed as if she was turned on by Kevin's boldness.

That proved to be true - seemingly, at least - when she began to push her hips back against his fingers, urging him to penetrate her deeper. Kevin did so while stroking his cock, the head of which would occasionally rub against her ass, leaving a small spot of precum behind.

"Your dick is so hard, baby," she said to you.

You looked down at your wife. Her lips hovered near the head of your cock. Her fingers were wrapped around the base. You noted that the head looked bigger and was a darker shade than usual, as if more blood had rushed to your loins, as if it had been ordered to do so by a more significant level of arousal than usual.

Kevin moved directly behind your wife and pulled his fingers free from her pussy. He leaned forward and slipped them into her mouth. She sucked while stroking your cock. She moaned and closed her eyes as his fingers pushed deeper into her mouth.

You were so focused on him filling your wife's mouth that you didn't notice he'd slipped his cock into her pussy. It wasn't until her eyes rolled back in her head and she cried out in pleasure that you looked up to see that he was quite obviously buried inside her.

"Don't," you said weakly. "Don't fuck her."

"No chance," Kevin replied.

He began to fuck your wife with his fingers still in her mouth. She maintained her grip on your cock, though she'd stopped stroking you. Her eyes were closed and it seemed as though she couldn't help but moan in a wild, wondrous fashion, such was the pleasure of having your friend's cock inside her.

"That feels so fucking good," she said as Kevin finally pulled his fingers from her mouth. "Fuck me, Kevin. Oh my God, fuck me!"

Kevin grabbed her hips and fucked your wife hard. You watched her ass cheeks ripple with every thrust inside her. You listened to the sound of flesh on flesh collisions as his body crashed into her ass over and over again.

"Your dick is still so fucking hard, baby," your wife said as she stroked you. "Your friend is fucking me and your dick is hard as a fucking rock. You like this, don't you?"

You shook your head.

"Yes, you do. You like this. You like that Kevin's big dick is stretching my pussy. You like that he's deeper inside me than you've ever been. You like that he's fucking me so good while you sit there and watch!"

"No!"

You were turned on. Massively so, in fact. You weren't going to admit it, but your dick was hard as a rock and your body hummed with arousal on a scale you'd never experienced before.

Kevin grabbed a handful of your wife's red hair and pulled back. For a moment you were alarmed at the aggression, but then she moaned and the look on her face was one of pure pleasure. She liked it. She liked being treated like that. She liked being fucked the way he was fucking her. Somehow, your arousal deepened.

"Oh, shit, I'm close!" your wife announced.

She stroked your dick as your friend fucked her towards an orgasm. She largely kept her fingers away from the head, though, ensuring that you remained at the edge of an orgasm without spilling over into a thunderous climax.

Your wife came first. She released her grip on your cock and grasped your thighs instead, digging her fingers into your flesh and seemingly doing so to maintain her balance as she shook from head to toe with pleasure.

Soon after, Kevin buried his dick inside your beautiful wife and filled her with his cum. You held your breath, staring at the union of their bodies, though all you could really see was his pubic hair since every inch of him was inside her.

"He's cumming inside me," your wife said softly before kissing your balls. "He's cumming inside me and you're hard as a rock."

There was no denying the truth of it, so you said nothing.

Kevin pulled out after he'd finished, smacked your wife's ass, and then gathered his clothes and walked out. You watched him go, though you felt oddly numb - almost shell-shocked - from what had just unfolded in your bedroom.

Your wife stood and straddled you. She took your stiff cock inside her. She was as wet and loose as she'd ever been, but of course she was. Your friend had just fucked her with a bigger cock than yours and cum inside her. His cum was now coating your cock from the tip to the base.

She rode you slowly, luring your tongue into her mouth for a passionate kiss as you grappled with the fact that it felt really good to be inside your wife's pussy after another man had fucked her and cum inside her.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" she asked softly while nuzzling your neck.

You nodded.

"It's not the first time he's fucked me," she said. "He fucked me the first night he was here. He's fucked me every day since then. He's going to keep fucking me until he leaves."

You came inside your wife. You came in a manner that left you lightheaded, such was the intensity of the pleasure you felt.

There was an undeniable sense of betrayal as you came down from the heights of your orgasm, but your wife's lips found yours and you shared a long, slow, impossibly deep kiss that somehow brought you back from the brink of anger and despair.

"I love you," she whispered. "I'm sorry I cheated on you. I'm sorry I'm going to keep doing it until he leaves."

Several responses came to mind, but only one made it past your lips. "Can I fuck you after he does?"

She smiled. "Of course you can."

Crazy as it was, the thought of it was thrilling even after you'd cum and there was a small part of you that was already considering asking Kevin to stay a little longer so you could enjoy fucking her cum-filled pussy multiple times.