I write a mix of fantasy and truth - literally for my husband and I to get off on and share here for the lovers and haters. There is full-on sex, creampies and cuckold themes in this fuck story. Read on if you dare, don't whinge and say I didn't warn you pansies. In this story's instance, I have written from his perspective as I imagine him telling it. This follows from Part 1 & 2.
We laugh about our evening as we shower for the new day... sexually spent by the previous night's encounters. I still want to touch her. I soap her up, loving washing each part of her body and as I get to her thighs I let my fingers brush her still-swollen pussy. She shudders as it has become so sensitive to touch. She strokes my penis as I lather her body, and we kiss softly, embracing the tenderness of the moment. I hear her phone ring, she washes off and slips out leaving me to finish showering alone.
I hear her talking on the phone. She doesn't have to work today as the power is down at her office, which works out well as the air con tradies are coming. She dries off and slips on her nighty and lays back in bed. I go about getting dressed for work. I tell her to keep that nightie on when they come and she laughs and spreads her legs to show me her swollen love tunnel and says of course.
I kiss her mouth goodbye and move my head down to kiss her down there, giving it a little flick with my tongue I taste his cum still escaping its prison as my cock stirs in my pants.
I drive to work thinking about last night's adventures and again get that churning in my balls. I text her from work and joke about her entertaining the tradies and she replies with laugh and squirt emojis. She is teasing me again but I don't care the thought of it alone does it for me.