MY HOTWIFE JOURNEY Pt. 57

“14 cocks in 14 days- I locked Hubby in the cupboard while I got fucked” CONTINUED....

He lowered his face to my freshly fucked, cum-filled pussy and started tasting his own cum. Licking it out of me. Swallowing it down. His tongue scooping up every creamy drop that was leaking out of my used hole.

Fuck.

I turned my head towards the cupboard and called out again, my voice breathy and dripping with satisfaction.

"He is eating your dinner."

Silence for half a second. Then –

"Fuck off!"

And Hubby came flying out of that cupboard like his life depended on it. He practically dove across the room, sliding between my legs as my bull gracefully moved aside. Hubby didn't even take a second to look at me or say anything – he just buried his face in my pussy and started lapping up all the remaining cum.

And I mean lapping it up. Like a good boy who hadn't eaten all day. His tongue was desperate, greedy, scooping out every last drop of another man's cum from his wife's freshly fucked pussy. He was moaning while he did it. Actually moaning. Like it was the best meal he'd ever had.

I lay there, legs spread, watching my husband eat another man's cum out of me while my bull sat back and watched with a satisfied smirk on his face. My pussy was sensitive, still pulsing, but I let Hubby keep going. He deserved it. He'd been so good. So patient. Locked in that cupboard while I got fucked within an inch of my life.

And now he was getting his reward.

Cum. Straight from the source. Served up hot and fresh by yours truly.

We weren't done yet though. Not even close.

Hubby, still licking the last traces of cum from his lips, climbed on top of me and slid inside. He needed to feel it – my freshly used, stretched out, cum-filled pussy. I could see it in his eyes. That desperate urge to experience what another man had just had. To feel the warmth and the wetness and the looseness that wasn't from him.

But I couldn't help myself. I had to tease him.

"No matter what you do," I whispered, looking up at him with a wicked little smile, "I won't be able to feel you."

His face dropped. His thrusts slowed.

"I mean it, baby," I continued, my voice dripping with mock sympathy. "After that thick cock I just had? Yours feels like nothing. I'm so stretched out right now, you're basically just sliding around in there. Can you feel how loose I am? That's what another man did to your wife while you were locked in the cupboard like a good little cuck."

He stopped fucking me. Just… stopped. Pulled out. He didn't want to cum yet – he was too turned on, too desperate to make this last. I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

But I needed more.

As Hubby and my bull both laid back on the bed, catching their breath, I made my way down to the other end. The foot of the bed. I sat down between their feet, both of them watching me, both of them wondering what I was about to do.

And then I started masturbating. Right in front of both of them.

I spread my legs wide, giving them the perfect view of my cum-leaking, freshly fucked pussy. I ran my fingers through my wetness, circling my clit slowly at first, teasing myself. My other hand reached up and squeezed my tits, milk still beading at my nipples, dripping down my stomach. I played with myself shamelessly, my fingers sliding in and out of my used hole, my moans filling the room.

Knowing that two guys were watching me – two men who had both been inside me in different ways – made it all the more hotter. I locked eyes with my bull, then with Hubby, then let my head fall back as I chased that next orgasm.

I let myself go completely. No shame. No holding back. Just pure, filthy self-indulgence. My fingers worked faster, my hips bucked against my own hand, and when I finally came, I came hard – my juices coating my fingers, my whole body shuddering, my moans echoing off the hotel walls.

It was one of the hottest things I think I have ever done.

After finally coming down from my post-orgasm high, my body still tingling, I crawled back over to my bull. I wasn't done with him yet. I went straight back to sucking his cock, taking him into my mouth, teasing him with slow, deliberate licks. I'd take him deep, then pull back and just flick my tongue against the tip. Over and over. Driving him crazy.

Then he asked me to sit on his face.

Yes.

I positioned myself over him, my pussy lowering onto his waiting mouth, and then leaned forward to continue sucking his cock. A perfect 69. His tongue immediately went to work on my clit while I bobbed my head up and down on his thick shaft. I was in heaven. Absolutely fucking heaven.

But I wasn't finished with Hubby yet.

I reached back with one hand and beckoned him over. He crawled onto the bed, unsure of what I wanted. I pulled my mouth off my bull's cock just long enough to push Hubby's head down. Down past my ass. Down towards my bull's ass.

And for the first time ever, Hubby licked another man's asshole.

I watched from above as my husband's tongue tentatively touched that tight little hole. Then again. Then more confidently, burying his face between those muscular cheeks while I continued to suck cock from above. The three of us were a tangle of bodies – me sucking my bull, my bull eating my pussy, and my husband rimming another man for the very first time.

Could this day get any better?

My bull finally tapped out. He lay there, breathless, covered in sweat and milk and God knows what else, shaking his head in disbelief.

"That was the best fuck ever," he said. "I mean it. The best."

I smiled. Because I knew. I fucking knew.

But I wasn't quite finished yet. I finally turned my attention to Hubby – my poor, neglected, cum-hungry little cuck who had been so patient all afternoon. He was still hard. Still desperate. Still leaking pre-cum onto his stomach like the needy little thing he is.

I climbed on top of him and slid his cock inside me. My pussy was absolutely wrecked by this point – stretched, filled, dripping with another man's cum – but I rode him anyway. I wanted to say he fucked me good. I really did. But the truth? He lasted little more than a minute. Maybe less. Just a fewfrantic, desperate thrusts before he let out this pathetic little whimper and shot the biggest load ever into my already cum-filled pussy.

I felt it. Of course I felt it. Even after everything, I could still tell when my husband emptied himself inside me.

But I didn't stay there. The second he finished, I hopped straight up. Stood over him. And let it all drip down.

My pussy was a mess – a thick, creamy mixture of my bull's cum and Hubby's cum all leaking out together, dripping down onto his stomach, his chest, his spent little cock. I just stood there and let gravity do its thing, watching as my husband got covered in the evidence of what had just happened. Leaving him in a big, sticky, pathetic mess.

Then I crawled over to my bull and curled up next to my bull, and rested my head on his tattooed chest. He wrapped his arm around me and we just lay there together, cuddling, watching the TV like a normal couple. Like we hadn't just spent the last few hours doing the filthiest things imaginable.

And Hubby? Hubby just sat there. Covered in his own cum. Watching his wife cuddle with another man. Not moving. Not cleaning himself up. Just… sitting in it. Because that's exactly where he belonged.

One of – and if I'm being completely honest – the best fucks of my entire life. No question about it.

14 cocks in 14 days. And this one? This one was going to be very, very hard to beat.