*This story includes cuckolding, hot Filipina wives, BWC, and Older men with younger women. Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoy it.*
What a cuckold I have become. My wife Christine has been living with her hospice patient as his caregiver and lover for the last few weeks.
Christine is Filipino; stereotype or not, Christine, like most of her friends from PH, had fantasies about shacking up with rich white foreign men. She is living it out for as long as "Marty" Martin has time left on earth.
Martin is a wealthy old white guy who made it big, selling livestock, soybeans, and corn. He has no other living relatives. Before settling into the agriculture business, he was a soldier, served overseas, and spent time in the Philippines. He has a hard-on for big-breasted, slender, fit, dark-skinned Filipino women. My wife fits all those criteria.
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So here is how it all started a few weeks ago...
Christine came back home to me after her night shift. She has this big mischievous smile on her face. She motioned for me to follow her into what has become her and Michael's room (check out Tilted Over the Edge). She slowly removed her scrub suit until she stood in white stockings. Michael makes her wear stockings and thong panties to work. She pointed her finger toward the floor and knew instinctively what I needed to do and what was coming next. She took off her sticky panties; her pussy was full of cum from her coworker Michael. I kneeled and crawled toward the edge of the bed to eat her pussy out. Which is now my regular duty.
I could smell Michaels's musty come, the sweat from my wife from the fucking, and all the walking she did at the hospital. But like an obedient and defeated cuck husband, I started eating her cream-filled pussy.
"Oh fuck, Mark, that's it, love, take your protein shake, love," she said in her accent and chuckled as she ran her fingernails through my hair.
If you haven't eaten cum, I can only describe it as semi-melted, salty, hot ice cream. I was swirling my tongue inside Michaels' LBFM (Little Brown Fuck Machine).
"Clean me up, Mark; I want you to suck on my clit. You can jerk off if you want, baby." I nodded in response, my mouth never leaving her pussy. With my boxer, I tugged down my pants and started to jerk off. My dick is stiff because...damn, I love eating her pussy -- cum filled or not.
"Mark," she moans and takes a deep breath, "Oh fuck Mark, I'm going to be transferring and doing some home health. I will be leaving tonight."
I was half listening as I finished my protein shake. She grabbed my head with both her hands, and she suffocated me with her pussy; she shook, her body convulsed, and she orgasmed.
"Oh, Mark, you know how to eat pussy talaga." She said with a smile, shoving me back till I kneeled on the floor, jerking my cock slowly, staring up at her. "As I told you, I'm going to do home health; I will live with a friend of Michael's, his name is Martin. Martin is sadly having complications. I met him today with Michael; I sucked his dick. These white guys have nice cocks love. Mmmm, just like my friends at work always said, the handsome ones, old or young, have nice dicks." She laughed.
My mind started wandering, and I imagined her sucking Michael and Martin's dick.
"Si, Martin wants to meet you. So come on, stop jerking and get dressed now." I nodded and did as I was told.
The car ride was a blur, we ended up at this big country home, in the center of a huge property. A tall silver-haired man walked out to greet us as both got out of the car. Martin reminded of Frank Castle, the Punisher. Tall hulk a guy, but with silver hair. He came over and gave Christine a hug, and pinch on her firm bubble butt. Then he extended his hand to me and gave me a firm hand shake.
"You the man I have to thank for this red-hot beauty. Let me tell you, she just drove me wild earlier." Martin said in what I can only describe as a southern accent.
"Yeah, so she told me." I said with a sheepish look on my face.
Martin wrapped his arm around my wife like they had dated each other for years. My dick was already betraying me, getting stiff looking at them. Knowing he was going to enjoy my wife thoroughly.
"Come in and lets all chat," Martin said, and walked in with his arm around my wife the whole time.
Forgive me for the break in the action but I have to tell you what my wife wore to Martin's house- and what she packed. My wife wore this body-hugging black dress I bought her for one of our anniversaries. The neckline plunged. She didn't wear a bra, so her big beautiful breasts were freely moving about in the tight, form-fitting fabric. She wore matching black stockings and sexy platform sandals that showed off her toned calf muscles. Damn, she looked good. She forgot her panties.
In the bag she brought for her stay...she just packed her lingerie, nighties, everything silk and sexy. She packed one scrub in case she had to leave Martin's house. But I guess she wasn't planning on wearing her "regular" nurse's outfit while caring for him.
Martin led us to the living room, both Christine and Martin sat together and I sat across from them.
"Listen, Michael told me all about your relationship." Martin said with a smile. "I think your crazy Mark, but bless you for letting your wife have what she needs and deserves."
Christine's leg was draped over Martin's leg, and she was looking at him like he was some White Knight, liberating her.
"I'm going to take good care of Christine; with the time I have left on earth, I'm going to treat her like she is my sexy Asian wife." He smiles at Christine. "We will video call you every night so you know she is ok. But while she is here with me, she is my woman. She is going to take care of my needs, and I'm going to take care of hers. " Martin said with authority, and he kissed Christine hard. His hand went into her dress and he groped her big breast.
She moaned and shifted her body as they kissed. It was like, I wasn't even there. But I know I was there in this surreal cuckold moment because my aching dick reminded me I was still alive.
"I don't have any living kin left, so I'm going to set her up as my next of kin. So when I croak, she gets well compensated. Only thing is, whatever we do here, you can't stop it." Martin said pointing his finger at me.
Christine took his pointing hand, into her own hands and started sucking the pointing finger. "Mmm he won't stop you, he can't. He isn't strong enough. He loves this. He loves me being so sluttly."
Her words cut true and deep. I just watched as things unfolded. After testifying the truth, she slid to the ground, unbuckled Martin belt, undid his pants and started sucking his cock. It was like watching a porn movie, my wife had become better at sucking dick. His old cock, didn't look old, it look young and ready to fuck. It was must have been 12 inches, thick, with a firm mushroom head.
Martin moaned as Christine started sucking his dick. "Oh that is exactly what I needed. Some sexual healing." He groaned and watched Christine work his dick. "Just like that, all you filipina women love a big white dick." He chuckled, "Can't get enough of it, like them girls hanging around the base."
Christine had lifted her dress, and started rubbing her pussy. Sucking, slurping on Martin dick. She paused and motioned for me to join on the floor next to her. I reluctantly went over. I kneeled next to her.
"Mmm, love, see, this is a beautiful dick, handsome dick. I love it." She said and started to suck on it again.
I had a front-row seat now to the action. Martin was holding her head now, shoving his dick down her throat. Making her gag, but Christine took every inch.
"My first wife couldn't take my dick; she didn't like sucking it. She said it wasn't ladylike. But damn, your wife loves it. She looks so fuckin lovely and lady like my dick down her throat." Martin said with a growl.
They continued like this a few more moments until Martin ordered her to stand up and bend over. He had bent over and her hands on my shoulders. She looked at me a moment and watched her expression as his dick conquered her pussy. Her mouth opened, but no scream came out. Her mouth stayed open he started pounding her.
"Damn, this is the tightest pussy I have ever felt. Holy shit, she is good. Wooo," Martin said and held her hips in solid hands.
Christine finally let out a yelp. "Ohhh fuck, fuck, Mark. He is so big. He is deeper than I have ever felt. Ahhh," she moaned. "He is breaking me; I may not feel you again, Mark. Ohh, Huh, Huh, Martin!"
"Yes, tell me, sweetheart. Tell me slut. You like it better than your husband's dick, better than my buddy Michaels'" He laughed and started aggressively fucking her. "Tell me bitch, you tell me now, or I'm going to pull out," Martin yelled.
"No, no, please don't stop. Your better than any man I've had. Oh fuck, I'm addicted to your dick," Christine exclaimed, and she trembled and shivered and yelled out as if she was possessed. An orgasm hit her hard.
"Damn right. You will always need my dick, even after I'm gone." He pulled out of her; he turned her around. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her around his neck. He held her hips, and he pushed his dick back in. He fucked my wife standing.
