Cheating On Her At Dinner
I want her friend to come over for dinner. One second she’ll bring us a tray of refreshments, and the next she’ll watch us make out. Her heart will drop. She’ll rub her eyes in disbelief, and watch my cock disappear into her friend’s tight cunt. She’ll see my hands groping and fondling her in ways I would never do to her.
And then we’ll notice her, and her pathetic, teary eyes gazing at where my cock was splitting her friend’s fuckbox. I’ll laugh at her, fucking her friend harder the more she sobs. I’d use those fucking tears as lube if I could. I’ll tell her to kiss her friend. Naturally, she’ll shake her head. I’ll tell her to kiss her friend or we’d be over. Her friend would chuckle before making out with my straight wife. Fuck, bending her orientation for our sick, twisted pleasure would bring me so close to cumming. And then, before cumming, I’ll notice her hands edging away at her cunt.
In that moment, our relationship would change forever. I’ll tell her to lick her friend’s clit as I fuck her. I’ll grind into her friend, cumming hard and filling her up. I’ll tell my poor, pathetic cuck to lick it out of her. From now on, this would be the only way she’ll taste my cum.
The worthless whore would cum on her fingers, eating out her cheating partner’s cum from her own friend’s cunt.