The thick, dark cock pounded my pussy, effortlessly smashing into my cervix, as my husband sat in a chair next to the bed watching. He was in cuckold heaven, with two fingers stroking the sorry excuse of boyhood between his legs. I moaned passionately as my lover and I neared orgasm in our sweaty heap, fully embracing the sweet smell of sex.
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How did we get here, you may be wondering. Well, the story of turning my husband into a cuckold sure is an interesting one, considering that even as of last month, we had a pretty vanilla marriage. I've talked about this with my husband quite a bit over the last week, and his perspective gives all of the juicy details! So without further ado, here it is. Note: this is my reconstruction of his point of view, so every detail won't be 100% accurate.
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Where was she? It was almost 9 pm, and my wife Maddie was usually home by 7 after her book club. She had texted me saying it was running a little over today, but 2 hours? I opened my messages app for the umpteenth time that night and sent her another message. Still no reply.
Minutes passed, but they felt like hours: had something happened to my wife?
The door to the house opened, and I immediately felt relieved. Maddie walked in, looking flustered and covered in a layer of sweat.
"Dear, are you alright? What happened?" I asked.
Her eyes didn't immediately meet mine, but she spoke in a voice that sounded genuine. "I'm so sorry! The book club decided to talk about our plans for the rest of the year, and we literally planned out each and every week! You know how us girls are. I feel really bad that my phone ran out of charge and I didn't reach out to you."
I felt relieved. Nothing had happened at all! Maddie was just, in a typical spurt of nerdiness, trying to keep everything organized with her friends.
I had prepared dinner for her, expecting her to be tired. Seeing her sit at the table, I figured she wanted to eat before she took a shower, so I served us food. However, when we finished eating and walked into our bedroom, Maddie just changed into her pajamas and hopped into bed.
"Aren't you going to take a shower and freshen up?" I asked, secretly hoping to have some sex before bed.
"Oh... I'm really tired for some reason today. I think I'll just shower tomorrow. Sorry babe," she said, knowing exactly what I wanted. I figured that she was just having a rough day and didn't think much of her denying me sex. Unlike usual, I didn't try to coax her into sex, since she was a little sweaty and hadn't cleaned up. Little did I know it, but that night she had ascended from wife to hotwife, and wasn't interested in what I had to offer anymore.
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While at work the next day, I got a text from my wife: "Coming home at 4:30 as usual, babe? Lmk"
"Yeah, why?" I replied.
"Just wondering. I'm getting horny for you!" This text got my cock hard. Now, to be clear, my penis isn't that big, unfortunately. Last time we measured, it was between 3 and 4 inches when erect, meaning I could even walk around the office and people would assume it's just something in my pocket, not a hard-on.