by Reed James
Even with another futa's cum dripping out of her.
No, that made her more beautiful. My wife was desired by other futas.
“I love you,” I told her as fell to my knees.
She cupped my face and leaned down, giving me a sweet kiss. “I love you, too, Natalie. Thank you. I don't think a lot of futa-wives could be as supportive as you.”
I grinned, “Probably not. They're not wimpy cuckolds like I am.”
“No.” Her voice was throaty. “Now lick me clean.”
My hands slid up her thighs as I leaned in. The sweet scent of her pussy was seasoned with salty cum. The aroma made my dick throb harder. My pussy itched as my lips kissed at my wife's smooth thighs. She shuddered as I worked higher and higher.
I reached her messy pubic hair. I took a deep breath, then licked at her cum drying on her blonde curls and matting them together. The salty flavor filled my mouth. I closed my eyes, moving closer and closer to her pussy, my cock aching more and more.
“This is humiliating,” I whispered.
“Lick, honey,” groaned my wife. She seized my black hair and forced my face into her sloppy pussy. “Lick my lover's seed out of my pussy. Clean me up and make me cum. Please. I need to cum.”
“Yes, dear,” I moaned. I was so pathetic.
I reached down with one hand and stroked my dick as I licked and nuzzled at my wife's pussy. Cum filled my mouth. My tongue slid through her folds and gathered up the salty treat. It made my pussy clench. I licked again, sliding through her folds and gathering up her cum while she shifted on the toilet.
I liked it. The salty flavor melted on my tongue while her sweet musk came alive in my mouth. I worked deeper, eager to explore her pussy. Whenever I had gone down on her before, it had been almost a chore, something I had to do to help her get in the mood and cum.
Today, I liked it.
“Oh, damn, Natalie,” Abigail moaned. “Oh, yes. Mmm, you love it, huh? You've never been this excited to eat my pussy. Wow, you're actually not bad when you try. Mmm, yes. Just like that. Nibble right there. I like that.”
Her words and her grip in my hair guided my lips and tongue. She was more dominant. She had never told me where she liked me to lick and nuzzle before. Now, she was so forceful. She guided me, and the sounds she made echoed through the bathroom. She squealed and gasped. Her body shuddered. Her free hand popped out her large breast from her halter top. She kneaded it as I devoured her.
I pleased her. That made me happy. I licked and tongued. I worshiped my wife's pussy as I cleaned up every drop of her futa lover's cum. I buried my tongue deep into her sheath, searching for more of the salty treat while I jerked my cock faster and faster.
My pussy clenched as the pleasure brewed inside of me. My hand flew up and down my shaft, slapping into my groin. I moaned into my wife's pussy as her thighs tightened and relaxed on my head. She sucked on her own nipple for a moment, her lips wrapped about the pink nub.
My own nipples ached. I loved it when she sucked on them.
“Damn, Natalie,” she groaned. “I can hear you jerking your cock. You're so turned on. My little cuckold loves eating my messy pussy. Oh, yes. I want you to cum. I want you to cum while eating my pussy. Oh, yes.”
Her thighs tightened about my head. She shuddered and writhed on the toilet as her hips undulated and ground her hot flesh on my lips. My tongue dug through her folds. Then she guided my head to her clit.
“Suck me right there. Make me cum while you jerk your little, pathetic cock.”
The humiliation of her words made my pussy clench. My ovaries boiled, ready to unleash a blast of cum. The tip of my dick ached. Every stroke sent pleasure shooting through me. I was so close. I worked my hand only at the tip, brushing the sides of the crown.
“Natalie!” screamed my wife. I had never made her shout my name before. I had never known how to worship her before. “You wonderful cuckold.”
Her pussy squirted juices into my mouth. I drank down her sweet musk as my dick erupted. The pleasure burst through my body in powerful waves. My cunt clenched as my cock sprayed the base of the toilet in my cum. I moaned into her sweet snatch as the pleasure jolted through me.
She kept a tight grip on my hair as she bucked against me, moaning and gasping. I kept licking her, making sure she had her orgasms. My tongue slid up through her folds and nibbled on her clit again, shooting another spasm through her body.
“Oh, yes, Natalie,” she moaned. “Every time my lovers fuck me, I want you to lick me clean. I love it. I love you so much.”
“I will,” I panted, staring up at her.
* * *
Abigail Glassier
I never felt more close with my futa-wife than at this moment. She had licked my pussy clean of another futa's cum and made me orgasm so hard. She had such promise as a pussy licker. I leaned down and seized her face, kissing her on the lips heedless of my sweet musk staining them.
I liked how I tasted on her lips.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth, kissing her with such passion, then I forced her face back into my snatch. “Keep eating me. I need another cum.”
My futa-wife didn't hesitate. She plunged her tongue over and over into my pussy. I writhed on her mouth, humping as her tongue fucked into my sheath. Maybe she hoped to find more of Yolonda's cum inside of me. I clenched my tunnel, trying to force any out that were lurking in my depths.
I leaned back on the stainless-steal toilet and shuddered as another orgasm burst through me. I guided my futa-wife's lips to my clit. My little cuckold sucked and nibbled, prolonging the pleasure sweeping through my body.
“Damn, I love this,” I panted as I shuddered on her mouth. “Damn, damn, damn. It's amazing. You're amazing. Oh, honey, this is wonderful.”
She looked up at me and beamed. “It is. I'm your cuckold.”
I kissed my futa-wife again. My cuckold. I knew Yolonda wouldn't last. She was our honeymoon fling. But there would be other lovers for me to explore, and I would have so much fun telling my futa-wife all about them as she licked and nuzzled between my thighs.
* * *
Natalie Glassier
Yolonda had a wicked grin in her eyes when we returned to our seats. She kissed my wife on the lips before my wife slumped down and went to sleep. Yolonda looked at me, her dick bulging the front of her skirt.
“So, you liked eating my cum out of your wife's pussy.”
I nodded my head, my cheeks burning.
“The moment I saw the pair of you, I knew you were pathetic enough to let me mold your wife into a slut.” She rubbed her cock. “I'm going to fuck your wife up the ass, make her swallow my seed, and breed her before your honeymoon's over. And there is nothing you can do about it.”
“I know,” I croaked.
“In fact, you want me to do all that, don't you?”
I closed my eyes. She was right. I really did. I nodded my head.
“Pathetic,” she laughed. “Get some sleep. There's still a few hours before we land. You won't want to miss the fun.”
Yolonda leaned back and fell asleep. I found myself doing the same. I had cum hard in the lavatory and it weighed me down into sleep. I leaned over and rested my head on my wife's shoulder. She shifted and kissed me on the forehead. My hand found hers and we fell asleep.
It was a deep sleep. I didn't remember dreaming. It was the flight attendant that woke me up. We were about to land. My wife gave me a sweet kiss, then her lover a passionate one as I put on my seatbelt. The plane descended. I held my wife's hand while she kept kissing and giggling with Yolonda. I couldn't hear what the futa whispered to my wife, but it excited her. She kept squirming and squeezing my hand.
I was excited, too.
The plane landed and taxied to the gate. My wife and her lover strolled ahead, leaving me to fetch my satchel and Abigail's purse. I trailed after them as they walked hand in hand, both laughing and smiling. Everyone who looked at them, seeing Abigail's white veil perched on her head, the
gauze framing her happy face, would assume she was married to Yolonda.
I was almost an afterthought right now. A little puppy scurrying in their wake. Yolonda pulled my wife to her, slipping her arm possessively about my wife['s waist. Then she slid her hand down and squeezed Abigail's ass.
Abigail laughed and leaned into the futa. They shared a quick kiss as they walked. People passing by smiled and congratulated them. “Cheers on your marriage,” one futa said as she strolled by.
“Oh, this isn't my futa-wife,” giggled Abigail. “There she is.” She pointed right at me.
The futa's smile froze on her lips. She glanced at me, her eyebrows widening. I looked down, my dick aching in my panties. Then, to really drive home that I was a cuckold, my wife planted a sloppy kiss on Yolonda's lips while the futa's hands groped my wife's ass.
The watching futa shook her head and walked off.
My wife flashed me a smile when she broke the kiss. “She's so hard right now.”
“Pathetic,” snorted Yolonda and we continued our stroll through the airport.
“She's my little cuckold,” giggled my wife.
We reached the carousel, and I found our luggage. Yolonda added her large bag. I had to carry it all as we headed out to the concourse. The warm, balmy, Hawaiian day washed over us as we left the air conditioning cooling the terminal. It was early morning. The air made me yawn. I was still tired from the flight, but excited for the hotel room.
I wonder what would happen there.
A taxi pulled up, driven by a big, Hawaiian futa. She had a huge smile on her face, her large tits spilling out of her flowery dress. “Aloha,” she greeted. “Newlyweds. How wonderful.” Then she noticed me and her smile slipped. “Are you three...?”
My wife, standing in Yolonda's embrace, said, “That's my futa-wife, Natalie. She's my little cuckold. We met Yolonda on the plane.”
“Oh,” the taxi driver said. The Hawaiian futa swallowed. “Well, aloha. Let's get your luggage stowed and...hotel. I'll get you to the hotel.”
The flustered futa loaded up the luggage. My wife and Yolonda made out the moment they slipped into the backseat of the cab. I had to sit up front with the driver, listening to my wife's passionate moans as she groaned on Yolonda in the back. They sure acted like they were the newlyweds.
“So, uh, hotel?” the driver asked, her hands tight on the steering wheel. I kept mine folded before me, trying to hide my bulge.
“The Hilton.”
“Good one.”
“Yeah, we have the honeymoon suite.” I swallowed as my wife let out a low moan in the back. I could only imagine where Yolonda's fingers had ventured.
The futa glanced at me, a question on her lips, then she shut her mouth and pulled into traffic. She kept glancing in her rearview mirror, her eyes wide with shock. I wondered what she was thinking? Maybe she thought she had a chance with my wife, too. Or maybe she was thinking we were a bunch of freaks, and I was such a pathetic futa-wife.
It made my cock so hard and my pussy so wet as my wife blatantly cheated on me.
We arrived at the Hilton. It was on the beach, rising up into the sky, the dark windows reflecting back the rising sun. Beyond, white, sandy beaches stretched, the perfect blue of the ocean crashing onto the sands. It was so beautiful. I had plans of taking my wife snorkeling. Just the two of us. Romantic and private.
I had lots of romantic plans. I doubted we would do much of any of them.
We piled out. A bellhop met us, loading our luggage on the cart. She was another Hawaiian futa, her eyes wide as she saw my wife's veil and her kissing the Black futa. She had noticed the gold band on my finger.
“Just don't say anything,” I pleaded, slipping her a twenty as she rolled our luggage into the lobby.
My wife and her lover sat on a couch, continuing to make out and giggle while I checked in. My dick was so hard in my panties. I had to casually reach down and adjust my small shaft. A pretty, Hawaiian in wearing a blue blazer came out of the back.
“Hello, miss,” she smiled. “How can I help you?”
“Checking in. Glassier.”
She typed on her computer a few times as I fished my wallet out of my satchel and produced a credit card. It was our first joint credit card. We had united our finances only a few days before the wedding. Abigail had been so excited.
“Ah, congratulations,” she said. “The honeymoon suite.” She peered around. “And where is your...” Her eyes widened when she noticed the veil perched on my wife's blonde hair as she kissed Yolonda with heat. “Oh. I see. You've brought a...friend along.”
My cheeks burned. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Well, we believe in being discreet.” She leaned in. “Hotels have to be. So don't worry. You and your wife and your friend will be in good hands.” She handed three cardkeys to me. “Enjoy your stay at the Hilton.”
“We will,” I said. I took a deep breath. I could do this. I could be her cuckold.
In the elevator, my wife held my hand while she cuddled up to her lover. She smiled at me, her blue eyes twinkling. She looked so radiant. Just like she had when she had walked up to the aisle. Just yesterday she had promised to love and be faithful.
I should be angry she broke her vows, but I didn't. I loved her too much.
“I love you,” I said, as the elevator dinged. I liked saying it.
Her cheeks reddened. She glanced at the bellhop who was trying to pretend she wasn't here. “I love you, too. Thank you for this.”
“Yes, thank you, Natalie,” grinned Yolonda, “for letting me take your wife.”
I swallowed.
My wife nudged me. “Honey. That's not polite.”
I stared into my wife's blue eyes, then I looked at Yolonda and her hungry grin. I swallowed. “Y-you're welcome.”
The bellhop shook her head at me. The elevator dinged and she pushed out the cart with the luggage, eager to be down with us. I followed and opened the door. The bellhop pushed our cart into the honeymoon suite. It was large and beautifully decorated with hearts and flowers. Rose petals were scattered on the only bed in the room. I was supposed to make love to Abigail as my wife for the first time on that bed.
Yolonda threw my wife down. The futa pulled off her leopard print dress—spilling out her large, ebony breasts—before the bellhop had even left. I swallowed as my wife squeezed her thighs together, horny and eager to be fucked.
“Ooh, she is so sexy,” groaned my wife. “Don't you think, honey? Such big tits and...” Yolonda's cock popped out. I hadn't seen it before. It was huge, thicker and longer than mine. It thrust before her, pointing right at my wife. “Oh, yes, that cock. It stretched me out, honey. I came so hard on it.”
“Yes, she did,” Yolonda grinned at me. “And you should get naked, too. Let your wife see just how pathetic your cock is.”
“It's so small and cute,” my wife giggled. “Show it to me. Show me your little cuckold's dick.”
Blushing, I pulled up my sundress. My small breasts were exposed, I usually didn't wear a bra, and then I peeled off my panties. My dick thrust out hard before me, but it seemed so tiny before Yolonda's massive cock.
“Strip your wife naked,” grinned Yolonda. “Get her ready for me.”
“Yes,” my wife moaned.
I moved to the bed, my dick throbbing hard before me. The scent of the rose petals tickled my nose. Yolonda lit the candles already around the bed, a big grin on her lips. They danced happily. Then she drew the curtains closed, plunging the room into near darkness.
“It's our wedding night,” my wife purred. “Well, our wedding morning.” She gave me a kiss as my hands reached her halter top's hem. I lifted it up and broke the kiss so I could pull it over her head.
Her pale breasts fell out, the large mounds jiggling, her nipples so hard.
“Your wife has gorgeous tits,” Yolonda grinned as she stroked her dick. “Now let's find out how wet your wife's cunt is.”
“So wet,” groaned Abigail. She sq
ueezed her tits and sucked on her nipples as I found the zipper of her jean skirts.
I pulled it down and slid the skirt off her legs. Her panties were still wet and dirty. I peeled those off next. Her pussy dripped with juices. They trickled out and soaked into the white comforter covering the bed. I threw the panties on the floor, then, feeling like I had to do this, I spread her thighs apart.
“She's ready for you. Come fuck my wife.”
“Honey,” Abigail happily sighed. “That's so sweet of you to offer.”
“After your bride sucks my cock,” Yolonda grinned. She moved to the bed and fell onto her knees. She stretched high, her dick throbbing before her. “Come suck my cock, slut. Worship it.”
“Yes,” my wife moaned. She rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled towards Yolonda. Abigail's large breasts dangled before them. I gripped my little dick and slowly stroked it as my wife licked the tip of Yolonda's ebony cock.
“Hmm, I'm don't think you know how to suck cock,” Yolonda moaned. “Cuckold, come here and coach your wife. Tell her where to lick and suck.”
I swallowed, then crawled to my wife and knelt beside her. My wife, her pale fingers wrapped around the shaft, grinned at me. “How do I suck this massive cock, honey?”
I swallowed. “Well, I always like it when you start by licking the crown.”
“Like this?” She swirled her pink tongue around the dark, thick tip. Yolonda groaned and precum beaded out the tip. “Is this right?”
“Yes,” I panted. “Now you want to flick your tongue up and let it dip into the slit. Gather up her precum. She'll like that.”
“Yes,” Yolonda praised as my wife's tongue did just that. She had the bead of precum on the tip of her tongue, then she pulled her tongue into her mouth and savored Yolonda's flavor. “Keep coaching her. I want your wife to give me the best blowjob ever.”
I swallowed and nodded. “Keep doing that. Tease her. Drive her wild. Yes, honey, just like that. Now, open wide and suck just the tip in.”
My wife's lips stretched over the tip of the thick cock. She moaned as she sucked, her eyes squeezing shut. Yolonda ran her dark fingers through my wife's blonde curls, the futa enjoying the blowjob.
