Being Cuckolded #33 Merry Fucking Christmas Pt.3
"Your fat ass still on that plug lad?" Bull barked from between my wife's bouncing breasts. She had been riding him hard ever since she climbed on board. Obviously the recent act of finally making me orgasm was having an effect on her arousal, she was really going for it.
"Yes sir." It sounded pathetic when it came out, my ass was really aching now. All satisfaction from my release was consumed by the sudden overpowering reminder that a fucking huge black butt plug was stretching me far too much.
I was still sat on the coffee table, the nasty after taste of my own swallowed cum in my mouth. Christmas tree lights twinkling in the far corner behind them as my wife bounced up and down on bulls cock relentlessly. Beads of sweat were starting to form on her body, watching the occasional drop run hurriedly down her spine and over that beautiful gyrating backside was admittedly, fantastic viewing.
My wife moaned and squealed between huge gasps of breath, all I could see was the back of her head. From the angle though her eyes appeared to be locked on bulls, his big hands wrapped around her waist guiding her down onto his thick cock over and over.
"You like that girl? you like that big cock don't you?" Bull was talking dirty to her as they fucked.
"Yes daddy"
"Yes what girl?"
"I like that big cock daddy..." She paused to grind and moan. "Feels soooo good." she added.
"Better than that limp dick you married?"
My wife mumbled something under her breath, I didn't catch it.
Bull quickly smacked her ass and shouted for her to say it again, louder. My wife moaned at the shock and sank down hard onto him, working her hips back and forth balls deep.
"Limp dick can't fuck." She shouted.
The admission seemed to trigger a deep release inside her body, she shuddered and shook, cumming hard and grinding against bull. This seemed to send bull over the edge in response, he grabbed her and forced himself up deeper into her body. My wife's arms wrapped around his head, burying his face into her chest. I imagined what those glorious sweaty breasts must have been like at that moment, her pussy clamping down onto his cock as they came together.
"Limp dick can't fuck" bull repeated, patting her bottom gently, "good girl".
My wife giggled "sorry baby" she said over her shoulder.
"No...never apologize, say what you feel, let all those years of frustrated marriage out, he can take it." Bull was coaching her as they sat sweaty and satisfied, locked together in each others embrace as they kissed.
I sat there for several minutes after they had cum, still somewhat muted, feeling like I was interrupting by speaking. Eventually the agony overcame the humiliation and I had to beg to be allowed off the plug.
"Ok boy, you can get off it now" He paused watching my wife run upstairs still naked, to shower.
"She rides so damn good when you're on it, we should make this a regular thing." He winked as he said it and my heart sank.
"Yes sir." It sounded pathetic when it came out, my ass was really aching now. All satisfaction from my release was consumed by the sudden overpowering reminder that a fucking huge black butt plug was stretching me far too much.
I was still sat on the coffee table, the nasty after taste of my own swallowed cum in my mouth. Christmas tree lights twinkling in the far corner behind them as my wife bounced up and down on bulls cock relentlessly. Beads of sweat were starting to form on her body, watching the occasional drop run hurriedly down her spine and over that beautiful gyrating backside was admittedly, fantastic viewing.
My wife moaned and squealed between huge gasps of breath, all I could see was the back of her head. From the angle though her eyes appeared to be locked on bulls, his big hands wrapped around her waist guiding her down onto his thick cock over and over.
"You like that girl? you like that big cock don't you?" Bull was talking dirty to her as they fucked.
"Yes daddy"
"Yes what girl?"
"I like that big cock daddy..." She paused to grind and moan. "Feels soooo good." she added.
"Better than that limp dick you married?"
My wife mumbled something under her breath, I didn't catch it.
Bull quickly smacked her ass and shouted for her to say it again, louder. My wife moaned at the shock and sank down hard onto him, working her hips back and forth balls deep.
"Limp dick can't fuck." She shouted.
The admission seemed to trigger a deep release inside her body, she shuddered and shook, cumming hard and grinding against bull. This seemed to send bull over the edge in response, he grabbed her and forced himself up deeper into her body. My wife's arms wrapped around his head, burying his face into her chest. I imagined what those glorious sweaty breasts must have been like at that moment, her pussy clamping down onto his cock as they came together.
"Limp dick can't fuck" bull repeated, patting her bottom gently, "good girl".
My wife giggled "sorry baby" she said over her shoulder.
"No...never apologize, say what you feel, let all those years of frustrated marriage out, he can take it." Bull was coaching her as they sat sweaty and satisfied, locked together in each others embrace as they kissed.
I sat there for several minutes after they had cum, still somewhat muted, feeling like I was interrupting by speaking. Eventually the agony overcame the humiliation and I had to beg to be allowed off the plug.
"Ok boy, you can get off it now" He paused watching my wife run upstairs still naked, to shower.
"She rides so damn good when you're on it, we should make this a regular thing." He winked as he said it and my heart sank.
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