Please check out my other stories, including the original 'Anna's Cuckold' from 2020 and my other stories written pre 2011 posted under the name 'Malibuman'.
From the moment Anna left until the moment she got home I never stopped thinking about her. It's been the same every time and contrary to what I believed to begin with, no... it doesn't get any easier. In fact, if anything it gets harder. Especially once you move past the point where you think this might be the last time...
Things had progressed significantly in recent weeks but Anna assured me repeatedly that she still loved me and that she would never leave me. This was much appreciated since she was now seeing Ben regularly and each time she came back new ideas seemed to surface, usually to my detriment. She appeared sincere, but at the same time it was hard to believe she could still feel the same about me when she was fucking someone else. Someone who was a lot better at it than I ever was... apparently.
I frittered away the evening, unable to concentrate and constantly thinking about Anna. It was torture honestly, thinking about her being with him. Sucking him, fucking him, doing God knows what else with him. I edged myself repeatedly, masochistically imagining every sordid act they might be propagating in my absence... but like always I saved my cum for when my Queen got home.
I heard her car pull into the drive and tensed a little. Soon she would be coming up the stairs, her pussy dripping with cum for me to clean with my tongue. She knew I couldn't refuse, I never have and I never will... I adore her pussy. No matter how used and dirty it is when she comes home.
Anna got into bed and her fingers curled around my poor, aching dick.
"My pussy is so full of cum," she gasped as she kissed me hard. "Are you ready for it?"
I moaned loudly into her mouth as she pumped me harder.
"Are you going to clean me up baby? Are you going to swallow Ben's load for me and make me cum again?"
She slipped her fingers into her panties and then into my mouth. I could taste them both on her skin...
"Ben fucked me so good tonight baby, but he says I need to cut you off completely now."
"Please, no," I begged. "That's too much...."
Anna stroked me harder and kissed me, she made a contented little sound as if the pleading in my voice excited her... which I already knew it did.
"But he fucks me better than you ever could... you know that. It's better this way isn't it? You know you can't satisfy me on your own and this takes all the pressure off you. Plus you get to clean me when I get home. You love that don't you?"
"Please don't Anna, I know he fucks you better than I can, but... I still want to try."
"I know you do... but it's so frustrating for both of us and you get upset when you don't make me cum, really you're just torturing yourself, and me... I just don't think it's worth it any more."
She loosened her grip, not wanting to push me over the edge too soon.
"Ben says the only way a cuck like you should cum is on his knees, jerking over my feet..."
I groaned at the thought of only being allowed to jerk off for my own wife and never getting to fuck her again. I hated the idea, but I knew Anna would convince me. She always managed to get exactly what she wanted and all she ever had to do was dangle her amazing body in front of me and I was putty in her hands.