I’d Like to Fuck Your Wife

Becoming A Cuckold Husband (9)

I watched as her small hands slid up and down his towering flesh, her fingers slowly learning the weight and heat of his masculinity. She smiled up at him and asked, “What do you feed it,” while stroking his length without hesitation.

A tight lump formed in my throat as his huge balls swung freely. They slapped softly against the plastic edge of the tub with every slow movement of her hand.

“Married women, mostly,” William replied with a chuckle. A shy smile curved across my wife’s lips, one that lingered longer than it should have.

The air around us felt thick and unreal. The only sounds were the bubbling water, the soft jets, and the wet slap of his balls moving against the tub.

Samantha continued stroking his cock as if nothing else existed. Time stretched, minutes slipping past while none of us moved to stop what was happening.

I watched her lick her lips, desire written plainly across her face. The red sheen of her lipstick caught the patio lights a