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A Homecoming Handjob
He hears the front door open and close, it’s late, early hours of the morning but he hasn’t been able to sleep. He listens as she climbs the stairs, he hears the rustle of of her clothes being discarded and finally feels her slip into bed beside him.
She puts her arms around him from behind. “Are you still awake” she whispers.
“Yes” he replies. “Did you have a good night?” His voice was full of sadness, resignation to his circumstances.
“It was wonderful, we went on a proper date. A lovely dinner in the city centre then drinks in a trendy bar. I could tell he liked that, holding hands, his arm would my waist, other people seeing us together like a real couple. I was his tonight and everyone could see it”
“Did you play with yourself tonight?” She asks quietly.
“No, I didn’t” I reply, “not this time”
“Good, I like that, I like thinking about you going to bed hard, thinking about what I might be doing with him, it’s so hot”.
“Are you hard now?” She asks as her hand drops to my crotch to explore. She giggles softly “so excited, you must like the idea of me being his tonight. Such a shame you couldn’t see us together like that.”
“Would you like me to stroke you now?” She whispers.
“Yes”
“Ask nicely”
“Please”
“Please what honey”
“Please stroke me”
Another giggle “ok”. She starts stroking me, agonisingly slowly.
“The two of you are so different” she says “he just takes what he wants but you have to beg for even the smallest of pleasures. It’s so unfair on you isn’t it? So mean of me.”
I couldn’t help but try to thrust a little to increase the friction of her fingers and heard myself groan as she stopped stroking until I lay still, then she started again.
“He took everything he wanted when we got back to his apartment honey, everything. It was so good, I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me. He came in my mouth and twice inside me. Think about that while I stroke you, he gets all of me and you just get two fingers and a thumb. Does that make you sad honey?”
I nod
“Awww, listen to those groans and whimpers, I love hearing you like this, so desperate, so needy. This is your true place in life, a submissive little cuckold who can’t please his wife so she has to take a younger lover to do his job for him. He does it so well too, much better than you ever could, a real man. I’m so grateful I found him, aren’t you honey?”
“Yes, I’m grateful too”, I’ll say anything she wants, anything to please her, anything to be allowed to orgasm.
Another soft giggle. “Poor you, are you getting close, are you really desperate now? Will you do anything to cum?”
“Yes, please, anything.”
“Good because he enjoyed us being together as a couple so much he wants more. A weekend together, just the two of us” she started stroking a little faster. “I will be his exclusively all weekend, as if we were husband & wife. He’ll be taking your place honey. Next weekend, here, in this house, in this bed, he’ll be fucking me in our bed, isn’t that hot? Just say yes and I’ll let you cum.”
“Where will I go? I asked confused.
“I’ll make up a camp bed in the shed in the garden for you. Leave you some food and drinks. You can watch us together out of the window. Watch how we are as a couple, won’t that get you all hot and bothered honey? Just say yes.”
I paused before answering, wondering if I could refuse, her stroking expertly holding me right on the edge, I had no choice, she knew that.
“Y…yes” I said, defeated.
“Such a good little cuckold”, my wife whispered, “squirt for me now, there’s a good boy”.
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