Cuckolds Condom Surprise

This story is a cuckold one so if that doesn't float your boat please don't read any further. If this is your type of story it contains very mild femdom and some pretty intense creampie action.

As a key rattled in the door my heart leapt and started pounding with excitement. I was nervous as hell but thrilled at what was to come. My wife had been out for the evening and I had been waiting for her to return from her adventures. She had been cheating on me, if you can call it that, since I not only knew about it beforehand but actively encouraged her to do so, even helping her get ready for her date.

As she had prepared herself to go out we had discussed how much she was looking forward to getting pounded by her boyfriend's big cock, what positions she was going to get taken in (all of them if I remember correctly) and at what point she would let me know she was on her way home.

The plan was simple. I was to be completely naked when she got in and I was to do everything she said, no arguments, no fuss. It had been 20 minutes since my phone had beeped with her message; "Home soon. luv u. x."

Before she had gone out she had asked me again if I was certain I wanted her to go through with it and I had replied with an emphatic, "Yes!"

Karen had been discretely cheating on me for years. At least she thought she was being discrete and that I knew nothing about it but sooner or later you work these things out, don't you? The little mistakes and subconscious slip-ups of where and when eventually painting a picture of exactly what's been going on behind your back. It was during the early times of wrestling with the realisation of her infidelity that I had discovered my cuckold side. The thought of her getting fucked by another guy had quickly given way from feelings of intense jealousy to intense turn-on, much to my surprise!

Not that she would ever admit to cheating of course and I hadn't confronted her about it either, simply kept discussing my gradually introduced and evolving fantasies of her fucking other guys then coming home to me. They made for some hot nights! My only real complaint is that it had taken this long - 10 years - for her to eventually believe I wasn't simply trying to catch her out.

As far as she was concerned this was the first time I knew of her cheating and as far as she knew, I thought she was only fucking someone else for my benefit. Now that we had finally gotten to where she felt comfortable enough to be open about it, the slight fuzzing of the truth would work out fine for us both. Nothing was complicated, Karen got to cheat without the worry of getting caught and I got to have her afterwards... at least some of the time.

She smiled nervously as she gingerly entered the living room where I knelt completely naked on the floor; unsure of whether I would really be waiting as instructed or if this was some horrible, twisted trap. She visibly relaxed when she saw not only my nakedness but my rock hard cock.

"Ohhh, dirty boy!" she laughed. "Have you been thinking about me?" she asked, unconsciously running her hand through her slightly dishevelled hair.

I nodded affirmative. I hadn't been able to think of anything else since she had left the marital home an hour and a half ago, my heart skipping a beat approximately ten minutes after she had kissed me goodbye when she texted, "Last chance to change your mind."

I replied with, "Have fun. x," imagining her getting out of the car as soon as she received my text, going to the door and entering the house of her lover. Although my mind raced with what she would be doing next I tried not to fantasise too hard on the finer details, preferring instead to wait till she got home and talked me through her evening.

"What have you been thinking about?" she asked.

"You being fucked by your boyfriend," I whispered hoarsely.

She bent over and began kissing me deeply, running her tongue wickedly around my mouth. "Have you been thinking about me sucking his cock?" she asked when we paused.

"Yes," I whispered even more hoarsely, knowing she knew that's exactly what was going through my mind as we kissed.

"Good! Because I did. I was looking forward to kissing you while I was giving him a blowjob. Could you taste my boyfriend's dick?" She kissed me deeply again before I had a chance to reply, running her tongue wildy around my mouth, working me up to near frenzy.

"Yes," I gasped when we came up for air.

"Go get me a drink," she demanded.

"Are you looking forward to licking me out?" she asked when I returned with a large glass of wine.

"Yes," I said softly, blushing.

"Yes what?!" she barked.

"Yes Miss!"

"That's better," she smiled.

I had taken up my pre-agreed position kneeling in front of her as she sat sipping her drink. Anticipation, nervousness and excitment all coursed through me causing my naked body to shiver involuntarily and I threw my own drink down in one gulp. I had never felt so helpless or so dependent on anyone in my life and Karen savoured the moment.

"So, have you been picturing me getting fucked by a big cock?" she asked softly.

"Y,y,yes, Miss." I stuttered.

"And did you picture him cumming in me?"

"Y,y,y,yes."

This was something we had discussed in detail on many occasions over the years during our lovemaking sessions. My ultimate fantasy was to eat another guy's cum out of my wife. It wasn't really a bi thing although I probably had a bit of a bi-curious side, it was the cuckold thing of cleaning my wife's pussy after she had been fucked by someone else. The ultimate betrayal by a partner met by the ultimate submission of a cuckold husband to his wife's infidelity. Not only knowing your wife had been fucked by someone else but being 'made' to clean up the mess afterwards - yum. Cuckolds will know what I'm talking about. To anyone else it will seem bizarre at best. Although there's probably some deep-seated reason for it, the psychology defies my analysis. It just 'does it' for me in a way nothing else can.

Karen parted her legs slightly and I glimpsed black lace panties under her rather short skirt. Her bare legs, which had been clad in sheer tights when she left, ran like a hypnotic marble stairway from her stilleto heels to her invitation.

"Come closer," she said softly, pulling my head towards her crotch and opening her legs a little wider and teasing her skimpy skirt up a little. "I want you to smell me."

I did as I was bid and moved until my lips brushed against the lace.

"Smell me. Sniff my pussy!"

I drew in a deep breath, savouring the headiness of the strong scent of her sex, the product no doubt of her recent encounter. Without realising, I became engrossed, drawing breath after deep breath through my nostrils, lost in the rich, deep fragrance of her scent, an underlying unfamiliarity also announcing its presence at the back of my mind.

"That's enough for now," she said softly, easing me away. "I need a refill."

I took the glass and quickly returned. While refilling Karen's glass I had quickly knocked back a double of my own and almost immediately felt its relaxing effect.

"Do I smell good?"

"Absolutely."

"Are you looking forward to eating me out?"

"Definitely!"

I loved licking her out, sometimes almost more than I liked actually fucking her. Her smell, her taste, the way she twitched and reared against the tiny movements of my tongue drove me as wild as my efforts did her. Sometimes she would tell me as she came and sometimes not. Always, she came in my mouth, often grabbing my hair to force me harder against her, into her, and always cumming several times each session.

"Even though I've just been fucked by another guy?"

"Yep!"

"Look me in the eye."

I did as she instructed, looking at her strong blue eyes. She had fixed me with a deep gaze, probing for any signs of doubt or hesitation.

"Tell me what you want to do."

"I want to lick you out, Miss."

"Tell me properly!"

"I really want to lick you out, Miss," I replied not quite catching on. Her stare remained, unwavering as she searched my soul.

"... and?"

"I, I... I really want to clean you up."

"Better, but not quite..."

Finally, the penny dropped; "Please, Miss, can I lick your boyfriend's cum out of your pussy?"

"Again! Do it properly this time!"

"Please, please, please, Miss. May I please lick your boyfriend's cum from your pussy?"

Karen smiled, certain I was truly up for it. "Maybe," she purred, handing me her empty glass again. She loved making me beg to lick her out normally but having me beg to clean her up tonight really seemed to give her a huge kick.

She stood in the middle of the room waiting for me when I returned, silently taking the offered glass, her stilletto heels exaggerating and accenuating the gorgeous sweep of her legs to her trim figure and making her slightly taller than me. As I stood naked before her admiring her pert breasts under the white, misbuttoned shirt, hard-on raging, the bra she had been wearing when she left now in some unknown location, she pushed down on my shoulder with her free hand, encouraging me to drop to my knees. I couldn't help but wonder if the missing bra and misaligned buttons on her blouse were by accident or design. Either way it was a huge turn-on.

"I have a little surprise for you," she said mischieviously.

I mouthed as if to reply but she held up a chiding finger, shushing me instantly.

"No, no, no. You do exactly what I say, when I say. No fuss, no questions, no arguments, remember?"

I nodded silently, my mind afire, hoping that whatever she had planned fell in step with my fantasy.

"Pull my knickers down... slowly!"

I did as she instructed, gently easing the sides of the tight garment from her hips under her skirt. Even though I wanted to rip them off and ravish her on the spot I somehow managed to confine myself to slowly peeling them downwards an inch or two at a time. As the knickers rolled slowly down from her hips and fell in line with her crotch Karen said, "There's your surprise."

Slightly puzzled, I kept to my task, gently easing them down, inch after teasing inch. When they began to loosen their grip on her thighs, I finally noticed it. The surprise. Hanging about half an inch or so from her pussy was the open end of a knotted condom. Karen kicked her black panties free to some unknown spot across the room. Ignoring my confused look she moved a little closer, placing one foot on my thigh, digging in her heel, and opening her legs as much as was comfortable to accommodate me. "Kiss my pussy... but be gentle. I'm a little sore."

I moved to do as instructed only to be prevented just as my lips brushed her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

"Oh! Of course! Please, Miss, may I kiss your pussy?"

"Say it again... but mean it!"

"Please, Miss, may I please, please kiss your pussy?"

"Hmm, something not quite right. Don't you mean

used

pussy?"

I swear I almost fired my load off right then and there! My balls were already blue, swollen and very tender from all the cum in them and I had been nursing a rock-hard erection for over an hour but just hearing her say that almost sent me over the edge. "Yes, Miss, of course, Miss. May I please, please, please kiss your used pussy? I promise I'll be gentle."

I was immediately granted access to my desire, placing several gentle kisses as far as I could reach given the constraints of the position.

"This is no use, you'll have to lie down," she instructed.

No sooner had I done so than she was straddling my face, her delicious smelling, swollen mound only a few tantalising inches from me. I was almost rabid with desire but did nothing as I waited on her cue, adoring the way she teased me while keeping the pace very measured at the same time. The more it went on the wilder I felt and the more intense the experience. I was also acutely curious about the condom protruding slightly from her and it hung there, mocking me with its secrets. That wasn't in the script!

"Do you like your surprise?" she asked while gently brushing my lips with hers... and the condom.

"Yes, Miss."

"I've been keeping it warm for you. Anyway, shouldn't you be kissing?"

Now that she was in the right position with her lovely moistness poised just above my lips, I kissed her gently and lovingly, slowly working my way up one lip before moving on to the next, an occasional teasing glance on her clit, all the while acutely aware of the latex I worked around. As I did so, she asked, "Do you like kissing my used pussy?"

I nodded, unwilling to stop now that I was finally there. Suddenly and without warning she pulled away, the little of the condom that hung from her brushing my nose.

"I asked you a question! Do you like kissing my pussy after I've been fucked by another guy?!"

"Yes, Miss!"

"Are you thinking about his big cock sliding in and pounding me where you're kissing? His big balls bouncing off me with every stroke?"

"Yes," I replied truthfully.

"Yes, what!?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Tell me how much you like kissing my pussy right after I've had someone else's cock inside me."

"I love kissing your pussy after you've had another guy's cock in you, Miss. It's my duty."

"Better... " she laughed, "and yes, it is."

At that she lowered herself just enough for me to reach her again and I continued as before. All too soon she raised herself just out of my reach. "Lick your surprise."

I tentatively stuck my tongue out to probe the open end of the small bit of visible condom and as I did so Karen told me, "Make sure you get your tongue in the end."

After a short while trying to lick at the tiny bit of condom on show, Karen instructed me to hold it between my teeth. As soon as she was satisfied I had a good grip she slowly began raising herself so the latex bag was gently coaxed from her a millimetre at a time and I could clearly see the tight knot holding its contents inside. She gradually raised herself in such a way as to ensure the emerging condom was directly above my eyes and I could see it glisten with her juices. Suddenly, it popped loose and shlooped onto my eyebrows before gravity tugged the bag across one eye and down to the side, coating me with my wife's cum. My grip remained firm however, and I held on.

Now to be honest, when I first saw the condom I thought she had chickened out of actually openly fucking her boyfriend but had still dreamt up a thrilling twist for the evening, but as it had plopped onto my face I could feel the obvious weight and was very aware of the liquid sloshing around inside it as it had rolled over my cheekbone.

Karen took the condom from me and triumphantly held it up for me to see properly. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? My boyfriend's cum?" she asked, slowly drawing the condom all over and around my face.

I nodded, a little dumbstruck that after all of the years of fantasising I was finally getting my wish, albeit not quite what I was expecting. "Yes, Miss."

Karen allowed the condom to slip around on her fingers as she played with it. "Open your mouth," she said softly, "I need somewhere to put my boyfriend's used condom."

I almost fired my load on the spot again as her words, both exquisitly erotic and enormously humiliating at the same time, sent a volley of fireworks off in my mind. I did as she said and she popped the condom with its contents into my mouth, holding onto the knotted end so she had complete control and could see everything I did. "Suck it," she commanded, "Suck my cum off my boyfriend's used condom, pervert!"

I did as she bid me, sucking on the condom and could feel its contents move loosely under the pressure of my tongue as I sucked her juices from it. As I worked, several times she gradually pulled it from my mouth, inspecting it to see if it was to her satisfaction before putting it back again for some more attention. "From now on, this is your job, cleaning my boyfriend's used condoms after he's fucked me with his big, thick cock. It won't be all the time. Sometimes I'll just let him cum in me and you'll get the mess afterwards." She pulled the condom from my mouth and dropped it contemptuously onto my chest. "Wait there. Don't move a fucking muscle!"

Karen quickly returned from the kitchen with a pair of scissors which she used to snip off the knot guarding the contents of the condom. She once more straddled my face, holding herself but a few inches above me. Carefully, she teased the cut end of the condom apart and inserted a finger, making certain the tip was coated with the gooey liquid. "Keep your mouth closed," she instructed, then ran her cum-coated fingertip all over my lips before cleaning off what was left by wiping her finger on my cheek. "I want you to kiss my pussy."

I did as she said, gently kissing her pussy with my cum-covered lips as she watched intently. "How does it feel to kiss my pussy with my boyfriend's cum on you?" she asked. "Lick your lips. I want you to taste my boyfriend's cum. Don't worry, there's lots more."

I swirled my tongue over my lips, drawing what hadn't been kissed onto my wife of the salty liquid, into my mouth. "How does it taste?" she asked.

"Salty," I replied.

"Salty, WHAT?"

"Salty, Miss."

"Is that it? Salty? Not fabulous, or wonderful, or even just nice, but salty? My boyfriend worked really hard on that, y'know. We fucked in all sorts of positions - me on top, that's how we started - I just sat down hard on his big cock; then doggy style, my knees by my head, me on my side with him pumping from behind. Me lying face down with him pounding into me really hard. Wow, he really hammered me in that position, I think that's why I'm a bit sore. I really wanted to have my legs wrapped around him when he shot his load though as I wanted to feel the full power of his thrusts when he came, so we saved missionary position till last. That's when I put the condom on him, right at the end. The rest of the time it was bareback, just so you know. It was really hot when he whispered in my ear that he was going to cum because I knew you would be eating it later."

"H,how big is his cock?" I asked.

"Oh, big!" she replied with relish, indicating about 9 or 10 inches. "I need both hands to get around it too it's so thick," she added, "I can only just get it in my mouth."

This was the only detail I was allowed to ask about her boyfriend as she thought it might ruin her fun if I knew any more since we live in a fairly smallish town where everyone knows everyone else. She also thought it would be kind of fun if she knew who's seed I had swallowed and I didn't. She did promise me it wasn't any of my friends or anyone I knew well but aside from that she gave nothing away, not even roughly where he lived.

"Can you take it all?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Damn right I can... just! Wait until I let you eat me out and you'll be able to feel how loose I am. Carrying that condom earlier was difficult, I can tell you. It was hard work stopping it from falling out."

To my disappointment, Karen dismounted me and stood up unsteadily. "Need the loo. Back in a minute. Here, hold this," she said, carefully handing me the condom which I inspected when she had left the room. There didn't seem to be any doubt about what the musky-smelling, thick liquid in the condom was anyway. It was definitely someone's cum and about twice what I usually produced in quantity.

After a few minutes she returned, naked except for her shoes. She liked the height her heels gave her and the sense of power she got being taller than me when she wore them.

"Get on your hands and knees," she ordered, taking the condom from me. "Actually, no, before you do that, get me another drink, perv."

Once I had fetched the drinks I got on my hands and knees as instructed, a little embarassed that I no longer had an erection. "What's wrong? Have you changed your mind? Don't you like this?" Karen asked, genuinely concerned.