Size Matters, Cuckold
It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You said you wanted me to fuck a man with a bigger cock. You said I deserved better than the inadequate boy-sized dick between your legs. We agreed that you can’t provide me with the satisfaction I deserve, at least not when we have sex. Your tongue has always been wonderful, but I need something longer and thicker when I get fucked.
But now you’re feeling insecure. That’s okay, baby. It’s perfectly normal. I fucked a bigger cock and it was better than when you’re inside me. Much better, in fact. He was long and thick and reached places inside me you’ve never even approached. I could feel my pussy stretching around him from the moment he pushed inside me. He had to go slow at first because of that. I was soaking wet for him, but it still hurt a little.
It didn’t take long for me to relax and loosen up around his cock though. I wrapped my legs around him, pulled him close, and told him to fuck me hard. I wanted him to pound my pussy for as long as he could last. I never wanted it to end. After a decade married to you, my small-dicked husband, I wanted to take his big cock for hours.
He fucked me three times that first night. Three times his big cock pummeled my pussy, leaving me satisfied and sore. After my fourth orgasm I stopped counting because I knew I’d keep cumming as long as he was inside me.
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I hope you’re okay with me going to see him again. You can’t let me get a taste of something so glorious and then take it away from me. This is your new normal, honey. You waiting at home while I go out and get pounded by a man that has so much more to offer between his legs. I know it makes you jealous. I know it makes you insecure.
I also know you want to taste my pussy. I know that because you’re a cuckold and you can’t help it. You want to know what I taste like after another man has spent the night fucking me. You want to taste the desire dripping from me. You want to taste our sweat. You want to show me that your tongue can still do a good job of making me feel good. I’m going to let you, too.
Come closer, cuckold. Get on your knees. Tell me how much you want to worship my pussy. Tell me. Good boy. Now, if I let you eat me out for as long as you want, I can go see him again, right? Good boy.
Does my cunt taste good, cuckold? It’s wetter than usual, isn’t it? For as long as he fucked me, I never stopped dripping with desire for him. The sound was incredible, too. You could hear how insanely juicy I was while his insanely thick cock pounded into me.
I already made a second date with him. Next weekend. I’m going to spend the night this time so I can get fucked again in the morning before coming home to my small dick cuckold husband. That’s okay with you, isn’t it? I thought so.
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