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Lost in the winds of the act
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Lost in the winds of the act A cuck naked while his wife and bull interact is both a sign of humility and dominance. That ritual was introduced to us by Mark during a conversation one time between him and me. He wondered why I was clothed when he came over to see my wife. It was an odd question, but after his explanation, it made sense. There is a sort of humiliation in cuckolding. A cuck sitting there naked watching his seductive wife and her clothed bull play and tease each other is embarrassing in a sense. You’re open, honest, as cuckoldry is, and exposed for all to see. Your dick, sometimes at its smallest form, tucked between your legs as she opens his pants and his erect and full member is exposed. It reminds us all in a way. Mark liked that subtle reminder. He always looked over and smiled at me as they played. After time, she did too. And, after awhile, she also liked me naked without clothing on. Sometimes you get lost in the moment. Your eyes just stare, sometimes off in space, but your still (very) aware and in tune with what’s happening around you. Your mind takes over, and your right hand is drawn to that tucked area, most times out of comfort or instinct. My finger runs across the head, teases it a little, and notices it’s wet. I don’t look down though. I’m still engaged in their direction. Phil and my wife are kissing last Monday. They share so much passion when they’re together. He loved her outfit. She loves his cock. Her words, not mine. They take a break from kissing. “Will you come here?” She asks me as she stands up. I get up from our sectional and walk towards them. Damn, Phil’s hard cock is outlined through his pants, to the left, reaching past his side pocket. I’m still flaccid, and it wobbles back and forth with each step I take; yet another embarrassing moment for me. “I want you to undress me,” she says. We stand together, face to face, as she lifts her arms up. Starting from the bottom of her sheer lingerie nightie, I lift it up and over her head. Both of her nipples are hard. He touches one, her right one, as she smiles. I knee down and slide off her skimpy panties. In doing so, I can barely see the sight of her clit reaching down. It was a sign of things to come, for sure. Something that more humiliating than being naked and limp, displaying yourself in front of them see, is undressing your wife to fuck another man. But I did it, I do it, and I love it. She kissed me then turned towards him. Phil was naked himself already. His body his nice, toned, and built. His cock is impressive. It poked out as he sat down on the couch. “Why don’t you get him ready for me,” my wife suggested. I knelt before him and stuck my head between his legs. He settled into the couch as my wife climbed up on her knees next to him. I took him inside my mouth. He was hard and thick today. I could clearly feel the slippery on my lips thanks to his pre-cum. He throbbed as I sucked on him while they kissed. Out of the sides of my eyes I watched as Phil’s hand was buried inside her pussy. He teased her clit. She moaned, as they kissed. “I want you,” she whispered to him, reaching her leg across his lap thus making me stop. “Put him inside me,” she said in a firm, but soft voice. In my hand I took it. I held the base and he stood virtually on his own, but I neglected to take my hand away none the less. I wanted still to feel it and be a part of them. The head went inside her with ease. She cooed. Then further down she went until she was completely in his jock. My hand that was still there, but I moved it quickly at her desire. She began fucking him. Not him fucking her. She placed her hands on the back of the couch and rode him. Streams and globs of her white cum littered his cock, visible each time she arose to the top of it. Then she settled in at the base, moving and grinding her ass back and forth. He was buried inside her completely. Her head turned back towards me as I was still kneeing, and watching behind them. “I want you to taste my pussy on him,” she said, faintly in a low voice. Her face was flush, and reddish, especially in her cheeks. I would imagine she was close to cumming, and I wonder if she desired sharing that with me. Her body gives distinctive signals when she’s close like that. I’ve seen them all over the years. Again she lifted up and I put my nose in there. The smell of sex was overwhelming, erotic, and familiar tasting. Last time he fucked her I was in a similar position, but he was fucking her furiously from behind at the time while I licked them both. Right then, there was no fucking going on just her power, her cum long his cock, and my inadequacies. My tongue rested against his manhood. The taste was very recognizable. Her pussy has this distinct sweet taste and flavor to it when she’s fully aroused. “Okay,” she said, “I want to be left alone now.” I took my cue, and that was alright. I got up and turned by back. It wasn’t three steps before I heard their skin slapping together again. “Close the door please,” she added, trying to manage her words and fucking at the same time. Latching the door I heard her moaning and sighing again. I hated not seeing them, but my seclusion added drawing a full erection from me. I literally smashed my ear to the door trying to hear something. But I couldn’t make out sentences, just words, on occasion. Something she said, lots of times, ‘you’re deep...’ I know he is. Then that signal, that loud drawn out moan and sound, as she achieved what she desired, needed, and wanted. She came, hard, and I can only imagine her arms slumped over his neck and head and she grasped a hold of him. And here I am, beating off on the other side of the door. Shared wife -evergreenstatewife |
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