Being Cuckolded #55 Introduction Pt. 4
I knelt there watching Magnus thrust into my wife vigorously. My wife gripping his firm black ass as he worked up inside her. They had spent ten minutes up against the wall like that until finally he carried her over to the bed, bending her over on all fours toward me. Four feet from where I was kneeling on the rug, my wife gazed into my eyes, bottom raised proudly, elbows resting on the mattress, wet... horny, patiently waiting for him to take her again.
I looked up at her face, her lipstick smeared on her lips, watching every movement of her expression. Magnus was climbing on the bed behind her, I couldn't look him in the eye but I could see him positioning behind my wife. He was tall, fit, slightly muscular with a dark skin tone and exceptionally well equipped. His black hands gripping her soft white hips as he lined himself up, her eyes flickered at me, her mouth opened wide and I knew he was inside.
My wife let out a groan as he sank deeper, her hips tilted as he filled her all the way. Eyes closing in a contented satisfaction, she left her mouth open and slowly lowered her head to the mattress as her body began to jolt forward on his cock. It was the most amazing scene I've ever witnessed in three years of being cuckolded.
I twitched and tingled in my cage, desperately wishing I could play. The sound of his hips and balls smacking into my wife's body made me ache in frustration. I shriveled, penis and balls withering to the sight of my wife being taken so aggressively.I watched her bottom gyrate against him, meeting his thrust with equal urgency. She was enjoying him, it made me smile, this is what she is missing from me, this is what she needs.
My wife began to groan into the mattress, the noise was building as they fucked. Her hands clung to the edge of the bed, knuckles white. Urgent, desperate, needy expectation building within her .I watched her hands open up, pressing onto the bed, fingers curling out, extended straight as an almighty shudder traveled down her body and onto his cock. "Go on girl... get it" I thought as she screamed into the mattress, muffling her sobbing release.
He was relentless, not even breaking rhytm as she came, building up speed as she groaned and writhed in front of him.I wished I could satisfy her like that, she was responding to him so well. I felt vindicated pushing for her to meet him, I'm not sure I can convert her to only wanting black men, but she certainly was loving this one.
My wife raised her face off the mattress, a pink glazed look to her. Shattered, breathless, trying to build some composure as he hammered her over and over. She met my gaze just long enough to cum again, gritting her teeth, she glared into my eyes, a****l lust overcoming her body and returning her snarling face back into the mattress.
They changed positions multiple times but doggy style, facing me was the deepest most meaningful moment for me. The act of taking my wife as I sat looking into her eyes and watching him draw that satisfaction from her body, was amazingly sexy. I knew he was a better lover, I knew he was a better man, I knew my wife felt the same way and I knew I belonged on the floor in this cage.
By the time he was done with my wife she was exhausted. Her limbs floppy and her body conquered, they lay together for a time before Magnus shuffled off and went into the bathroom. He walked right past where I was kneeling but I never looked up at him, a strange shyness overcoming me as I stared toward the floor.
Plucking up the courage to move, I went over to my wife now we had a moment alone and kissed her, sleepy eyes blinked at me as she whispered." what day is it?" her giggle turned into a groan of weariness as she joked. I sat on the bed with her and stroked down her spine, I knew she liked that, made her tingle. I didn't really have anything to say, I just sat with my wife while she recovered. Snoozing softly as Magnus showered.
He will be visiting us every other Wednesday, staying the night in our home, in our bed while I sleep in the spare room. An arrangement of convenience for us all, somewhere for him to sleep for free after his local business is done and naturally we offer the only Bed and Breakfast where my wife is complimentary.
I looked up at her face, her lipstick smeared on her lips, watching every movement of her expression. Magnus was climbing on the bed behind her, I couldn't look him in the eye but I could see him positioning behind my wife. He was tall, fit, slightly muscular with a dark skin tone and exceptionally well equipped. His black hands gripping her soft white hips as he lined himself up, her eyes flickered at me, her mouth opened wide and I knew he was inside.
My wife let out a groan as he sank deeper, her hips tilted as he filled her all the way. Eyes closing in a contented satisfaction, she left her mouth open and slowly lowered her head to the mattress as her body began to jolt forward on his cock. It was the most amazing scene I've ever witnessed in three years of being cuckolded.
I twitched and tingled in my cage, desperately wishing I could play. The sound of his hips and balls smacking into my wife's body made me ache in frustration. I shriveled, penis and balls withering to the sight of my wife being taken so aggressively.I watched her bottom gyrate against him, meeting his thrust with equal urgency. She was enjoying him, it made me smile, this is what she is missing from me, this is what she needs.
My wife began to groan into the mattress, the noise was building as they fucked. Her hands clung to the edge of the bed, knuckles white. Urgent, desperate, needy expectation building within her .I watched her hands open up, pressing onto the bed, fingers curling out, extended straight as an almighty shudder traveled down her body and onto his cock. "Go on girl... get it" I thought as she screamed into the mattress, muffling her sobbing release.
He was relentless, not even breaking rhytm as she came, building up speed as she groaned and writhed in front of him.I wished I could satisfy her like that, she was responding to him so well. I felt vindicated pushing for her to meet him, I'm not sure I can convert her to only wanting black men, but she certainly was loving this one.
My wife raised her face off the mattress, a pink glazed look to her. Shattered, breathless, trying to build some composure as he hammered her over and over. She met my gaze just long enough to cum again, gritting her teeth, she glared into my eyes, a****l lust overcoming her body and returning her snarling face back into the mattress.
They changed positions multiple times but doggy style, facing me was the deepest most meaningful moment for me. The act of taking my wife as I sat looking into her eyes and watching him draw that satisfaction from her body, was amazingly sexy. I knew he was a better lover, I knew he was a better man, I knew my wife felt the same way and I knew I belonged on the floor in this cage.
By the time he was done with my wife she was exhausted. Her limbs floppy and her body conquered, they lay together for a time before Magnus shuffled off and went into the bathroom. He walked right past where I was kneeling but I never looked up at him, a strange shyness overcoming me as I stared toward the floor.
Plucking up the courage to move, I went over to my wife now we had a moment alone and kissed her, sleepy eyes blinked at me as she whispered." what day is it?" her giggle turned into a groan of weariness as she joked. I sat on the bed with her and stroked down her spine, I knew she liked that, made her tingle. I didn't really have anything to say, I just sat with my wife while she recovered. Snoozing softly as Magnus showered.
He will be visiting us every other Wednesday, staying the night in our home, in our bed while I sleep in the spare room. An arrangement of convenience for us all, somewhere for him to sleep for free after his local business is done and naturally we offer the only Bed and Breakfast where my wife is complimentary.
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