The front door opened, and I heard her make her way up the stairs. My heart raced, my cock already straining against my trousers as I waited in our bedroom. She didn’t call out for me, didn’t announce her presence—she just walked in, her confidence radiating like a fucking aura. Her dress clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the dim light, her makeup ruined and her hair was disheveled, the kind of messy that only comes from being thoroughly fucked. She stopped at the foot of the bed, her eyes locking onto mine, and without a word, she reached under her dress, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, and slid them down her legs.
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She tossed them at me, and they landed on my chest with a wet slap. I could feel the dampness through my shirt, the cold, sticky residue of another man’s cum soaking into the fabric. I picked them up, holding them in my trembling hands, and brought them to my nose. The scent hit me like a punch to the gut—musky, salty, and unmistakably him. Her pussy’s sweet aroma was there too, but it was buried under the heavy, pungent smell of his release. I inhaled deeply, my cock twitching as I imagined him pounding into her, filling her up, marking her as his.
“Clean me,” she commanded, her voice low and firm. She didn’t wait for me to respond before she peeled off her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. She was naked now, her body glowing in the soft light, her skin flushed and covered in a thin film of sweat from her night out. She climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide, and I could see it—the glistening mess between her thighs, his cum leaking out of her, dripping down onto the sheets. My mouth watered, my stomach churning with a mix of arousal and humiliation.
I crawled toward her, my hands shaking as I positioned myself between her legs. Her pussy was swollen, her lips parted, and the sight of his cum oozing out of her made my cock throb. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to catch the first drop. The taste exploded on my tongue—salty, bitter, and thick, with a hint of her sweetness underneath. I moaned, my tongue lapping at her folds, collecting every drop of his cum. She sighed above me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she guided me deeper.
“That’s it,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Clean me up like a good husband. Show me how much you love tasting another man’s cum.”
I obeyed eagerly, my tongue working its way inside her, scooping up every last bit of his seed. The taste was overwhelming, but I couldn’t get enough. I wanted it all—every drop, every trace of him. I sucked at her pussy, my lips sealing around her entrance as I drank him down. She moaned, her hips bucking against my face, and I could feel her getting wetter, her own arousal mixing with his cum.
“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” she whispered, her fingers tightening in my hair. “You love this, don’t you? You love licking his cum out of my pussy.”
I nodded frantically, my tongue still working inside her. “Yes,” I gasped between licks. “I love it. I love tasting him in you.”
She laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so pathetic,” she said, her voice teasing but affectionate. “But you’re mine. And you’ll always clean up after my lovers, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my tongue sliding up to her clit. “Always.”
She let out a soft sigh as I focused on her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs tightened around my head, and I could feel her getting closer to the edge. I kept going, my tongue moving faster, harder, until she finally came with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around my tongue as she rode out her orgasm.
When she finally relaxed, she pushed me away gently, a satisfied smile on her face. “Good job,” she said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I could taste him again—his cum mixed with hers—and it made me moan into the kiss. She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Now come and watch me take a shower,” she said, standing up and walking toward the bathroom. “I’ll tell you all about my night when I'm done.”
I watched her go, my cock aching with need. I could still taste him on my tongue, and I knew I’d be thinking about this moment for days. As I got up to follow her, I couldn’t help but smile. She was mine—and she was his. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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