Cuckold licks cum

"Wait, wait. I'm going to cum, don't swallow. Don't swallow. Keep it in your mouth. As soon as I cum, empty it all into my mouth," Vadim muttered, approaching orgasm while receiving a blowjob from his wife. “Are you sure?” Lyuda asked, releasing her husband’s penis from her mouth for a second. — Yes. Yes, darling. I want to try it. We were going to try it, weren't we? It's so sexy. So exciting. I want it, I want it, I want it. "Well, look. Don't deny it later. I want to do it myself. It turns me on too. I want it and I like it. Mmm," the wife moaned, taking her husband's cock into her mouth again and starting to finger the base of his cock and suck him harder, so hard her cheeks sank deep. — F-ck. I'm going to cum. O-o-oh, so good! Lyudka-e-e! Catch-e-e. And don't swallow. Please! A-a-a! — Vadim blurted out, cumming in his wife's mouth. Choking, trying not to swallow her husband’s warm sperm, which he filled her mouth with in bursts, holding her by the top of her head, Lyuda tried not to open her lips. As soon as Vadim finished and sat down on the sofa, Lyuda, kneeling on the floor in front of him, didn't swallow her husband's sperm, but simply raised herself up from the floor so that her head was above his. She grabbed his chin with her fingers and tilted his head back so that his mouth was facing upward. She pressed on Vadim's jaw to force his lips apart. After his orgasm, the man's desire to swallow his sperm faded, and he simply submitted to his wife's wishes, not wanting to upset her, as he had only recently expressed such a desire. Lyuda, however, still slightly aroused, was determined to fulfill the fantasy that had aroused her. Vadim's mouth was wide open, and his wife parted her lips, allowing his sperm to flow like a thin thread into his open maw. Her husband's head twitched slightly as the first globs of his own cum entered his mouth. Nevertheless, he continued to sit with his mouth open, receiving and swallowing his sperm until Lyuda squeezed every last drop out of her mouth. She even spat the remainder, mixed with her saliva, into Vadim's mouth. Having finished the procedure, she said with a look of interest: - Vadka. It was wonderful! And how are you? "Not bad. It's unusual, of course. But it's possible. You could even say I liked it," Vadim lied, savoring the remnants of sperm in his mouth, licking it inside and swallowing. "If only you knew, I've been wanting to do this for a long time. I constantly fantasize about it when I masturbate. It's even more magical in reality than in my fantasies. Thank you," and Lyuda kissed her husband tenderly on the lips. "I wanted to try it too. So it turns out we both dream about it, but don't do it," Vadim said, gradually returning to his normal state. "Well, so then. It's a touchy subject. It seems we trust each other more and more." The wife spread her knees wide and sat on her husband's legs, hugging his head with her hands, pressing his head to her breasts, while he began to wrap his arms around her butt and waist. "Stop!" Lyuda suddenly pulled away from Vadim and looked him in the eyes. "Or maybe you have something else interesting to offer?" - Not now. Let me come to my senses. “Good. I see you have more to share,” the young wife giggled. “Will you at least give me a kiss?” The couple passionately embraced, exploring each other's mouths, tasting Vadim's sperm. They kissed briefly, admired each other, stroked each other's bodies, and then went about their household chores, hoping to make love again that evening. Lyuda was clearly in a very good mood as she cooked. Vadim did his manly business, all the while recalling the whole day and reliving what had happened that morning. By evening, he was increasingly reminded that his fantasy of swallowing cum had been very arousing in reality. But he decided it would be better to try swallowing it before his orgasm, not after. And where could he get cum before orgasm? That's right—he needed another man. Another man? That was another of Vadim's fantasies—spying on his young wife having sex with another man. He'd have to try it tonight, and talk frankly about it with Lyuda over dinner. Evening had arrived. Lyuda had prepared an unusual dinner. Wine and glasses. She herself was dressed beautifully for dinner. Makeup applied. She lit the candles on the table and sat across from her husband, smiling broadly with brightly painted lips. "Since we've opened up so much this morning, maybe we should open up even more? Otherwise, maybe next time it won't work out," Lyuda began the conversation at the table, watching as Vadim, having sat down, admired her beauty. "Maybe it won't work," Vadim said thoughtfully. "I'll be honest, my love, I have a lot of fantasies about you, Lyudochka. By the way, I liked today. But it would probably be more exciting if you came in my mouth before I orgasm, not after." — Darling, Vadimushka. A man's sperm is released during orgasm. It's not like it's time for that. There's a discrepancy there. "Are you being clever? Of course, it's after," Vadim continued, thinking for a moment. "People. I admit, I've been thinking about this for a long time, fantasizing about it and..." Another pause. "Basically, I'd like to see you fucked by someone else." - Ha! Vadushka. I always thought you were my little doll. And you really are. - Do you condemn? - Vadim looked up at his wife. — Why? If you enjoy it. If it excites you, and you want it. If you'll do everything to keep the family together after your wishes come true. If you can curb your jealousy... What's the problem? I rarely have these thoughts, but they still do. — I think it's jealousy that turns me on. It's the fact that you're cheating on me, and I can see it. I want to see a strong man groping you. How he kisses you, how he sucks you. And how he inserts his dick inside you. Fucks you, holding your legs on his shoulders or with you on all fours, ass towards him. And how you get off on it, how you enjoy it, moaning or screaming, your eyes closed. And he fucks, fucks, fucks. Long, rough. In front of me. And for him to cum quickly. Not at all as fast as I do. "My favorite quick-shooter," Lyuda said, smiling as she stroked her fingers over her husband's palm. "Oh, how carried away you are," she said, lifting her foot under the table and pressing her shoe against her husband's groin, where his cock was already hard as a pole. "Maybe you're ready to swallow someone else's sperm, too?" — By the way, my love. How do you feel about this? You won't judge me too much? You won't push me away after this? I've been imagining it for a long time, fantasizing about watching you get fucked without me. And I'm right there. And after that, for them to cum inside you... Basically, I get wildly excited. "So you want to be a horned man, darling? You know that. I'm really turned on by this conversation. Thank you for telling me so openly about your desires. Let's go to the bedroom quickly," Lyuda said, getting up from the table and tugging her husband along with her, walking in front of him and wiggling her butt. After many conversations that night, and on other nights as well, the young couple, who, it turned out, were both excited by the topic, decided to make their fantasies come true. A resort vacation was the perfect place for it. They both agreed the best idea would be to go, or rather, fly, to the resort, feigning a lack of contact. Vadim and Lyuda even arranged their airplane seats to be as far apart as possible. They also booked two small single rooms at the hotel. Fortunately, they were able to get adjoining rooms. Starting from the airport, and even on the plane, Vadim began to notice increased interest in his wife, who was posing as a single woman, from other men. Of course. She was wearing a tight summer dress with bare legs up to the knees, sandals, multicolored plastic bracelets, and earrings. Plus, her movements and behavior mimicked a woman's desire for a relaxing vacation at a resort. Although Vadim had previously been a little jealous of his wife, now this jealousy had become stronger, deeper. And, oddly enough, he liked his jealousy. It aroused him. It kept him on edge. They landed and took separate taxis to the hotel. They checked in half an hour apart. At reception, the receptionist eyed Vadim's passport suspiciously, as he was checking in later than his wife. But she shouldn't have interfered with the couple's plans, especially since they weren't planning anything illegal. After checking in, it was approaching midnight, Vadim quietly came to Lyuda's room. They exchanged impressions of what they had both observed and felt during the flight, and of the men who had made advances on Lyuda. How unnoticeable it had been for Vadim! It turned out that even the taxi driver had hinted at a free ride in exchange for a phone number. But according to Lyuda, she hadn't noticed a single worthy candidate among those trying to pick her up that day. Only nasty, filthy louts. Aroused by the visual interest his young wife had evoked in those around her, Vadim had sex with her, having climaxed after arousing jealousy and discussing her plans to pick up lovers the following day. He snuck out of his wife's room very early in the morning. After breakfasting separately, they went to the beach. As they walked, Vadim looked at Lyuda completely differently. Not only was she wearing a one-piece swimsuit, but her bottom was completely exposed, a sheer pareo, and high platform sandals. She was also actively wiggling her butt. She was lying on the beach, applying sunscreen, sunbathing, and reading a book. Vadim saw several guys approach Lyuda, asking questions, trying to strike up a conversation. But he was lying relatively far away and couldn't make out the words they were saying. It seemed to him that she hadn't given any of them a reason to engage in a deeper conversation. During the lunch break, Vadim slipped unnoticed into his wife’s room to escape the sun’s heat. "Did you see them? Did you like any of the people who came up?" Lyuda asked her husband mysteriously, smiling broadly. "There were so many that I don't remember anyone," Vadim replied, driven by jealousy. "Darling, I'll trust your choice completely. You know that." "Of all the guys who came up to me, I only liked this one young guy. So powerful. So pumped up. Biceps. Abs. Legs. I practically started to wet just looking at him. Didn't notice this guy?" — Some "muscle guy" seemed suitable. But you turned him down. — Oh! Just like I 'turned you down,' I'll 'sew you up.' Just wave your finger at you, males. You lose your minds at the slightest hint. Okay. So, are you ready? If you agree, this one will be in my bed tonight. Are you ready to sit quietly in the closet tonight? Can you handle it? Won't you jump out? Will you sit quietly? "Oh, darling. It feels wrong to turn on the reverse gear right now. Can you see how I'm shaking with the desire to see you getting fucked? I promise to stay quiet." “Great. Since you agree, I’ll have dinner with him. Around ten o’clock I’ll drag him here, to the room. You come half an hour earlier and hide. The rest will happen as it happens. I’m already looking forward to the implementation of our plan. I hope it doesn’t fall through,” then, looking sternly at her husband, Lyuda asked: “In the meantime... In the meantime, lie on your back. Lick my pussy. I’m a little wet from all this talking and pestering. Unload me so I don’t look too worried. They’ll flock together. Ha-ha-ha!” Taking off her swimsuit, Lyuda climbed onto the bed on her knees, getting ready to sit with her wet crotch on her husband’s face. Vadim licked his wife, then sent her to the beach. He jerked off, imagining how she would approach him. And when he arrived at the beach about thirty minutes later, he saw Lyuda already sitting on a lounge chair, actively chatting with the young "muscle man" she'd mentioned to him. He'd just recently come, and his cock in Vadim's swimming trunks twitched again when he saw the guy seemingly accidentally run his hand down his young wife's thigh. For several hours, Vadim watched sideways as Lyuda flirted with an increasingly brazen man. A few hours later, the couple got up from their sun loungers and headed toward the hotel. Vadim followed, thinking they were going straight to his wife's room and having sex without him. But to Lyuda's credit, she somehow managed to fend off the suitor, who was already actively groping her. She allowed him only a light kiss on the cheek, hinting at a dinner date. A quick glance at her worried husband, a smile, and Vadim's young wife headed to her room. The "muscle man" wanted to walk Lyuda to her room, but she was unyielding, apparently telling him not to rush his advances. Seeing that his wife had finally gone to her room alone, Vadim returned to the beach, absorbed in the anticipation of his fantasies coming true. That evening, sitting in a restaurant, Vadim was thrilled to see his wife wearing such a stunning evening dress on her date with her boyfriend. The shoulders were bare, the back was bare. She was covered in gold jewelry. She had makeup on. She hadn't dressed so elegantly for a long time when going out with him. How could he not be jealous? How could he not be overcome with resentment that she'd paid more attention to someone else and already forgotten about him. Vadim couldn't stand to stare for long at his wife laughing, flirting, and playing with another man at another table in the restaurant, not him. He decided to go straight to his wife's room and hide in the closet. He opened the door with a second key card, pushed the closet items to one side, walked inside, placed a stool in the closet, sat down on it, and, creating a gap in the closet doors through which he could clearly see the hotel bed, waited with a slightly sad expression. Surprisingly, he didn't have to wait long. Apparently, his wife's boyfriend was impatient. Or maybe Lyuda, having noticed her husband disappearing from the restaurant, decided to speed things up, warmed by the wine. As soon as the door to the room slammed, Lyuda turned to the guy who followed her in and, hanging on his neck, melted into a passionate kiss. She sucked him off and pressed herself against the "muscle man." He groped her butt, caressed her bare back and shoulder blades, and kissed her, snorting like an ox. After about five minutes of passionate kissing, the guy carefully laid Vadim's wife on the bed and pulled her dress over her head. Pressing on her shoulders, he laid her on her back. He sat down by the bed and began caressing her thighs and knees, intently examining her white panties. Then he pulled them off with his teeth, after which he threw Lyuda's hips over his shoulders, beginning to lick and kiss her clitoris and labia. Vadim's wife leaned back, placing one hand on the guy's head and the other on her chest, and moaned. Quite loudly. Rather, it was not from the pleasure she was getting, but from playing a role, knowing that her husband was now watching her and forcing him to worry, to suffer, seeing how another man was now caressing her. And in Vadim's mind, sitting quietly in the closet, a struggle is raging. A struggle between jealousy and arousal. He's becoming a cuckold right now. Right now. By his own desire. And the desire of his beloved wife. And she likes it. Likes it. Yes! After all, she's moaning so loudly, pressing her lover's head to her pubis. And he's groping her. Groping her actively. In front of her husband. Although he, of course, has no idea he's there. That's why she gives him oral sex so freely. She does it, to the encouragement of his new acquaintance, who has already squeezed his head with her thighs and asks him to continue, to be bolder, harder, rougher. Asks him to move from oral sex to fucking. Asks him to throw her feet, without removing her sharp-heeled sandals, over his shoulders. And fuck her. Fuck her properly. And then the "muscle man," quickly unbuttoning and lowering his pants without removing his shirt, lifted Lyuda's legs. He placed them on his shoulders. And without hesitation, he thrust his erect penis into Vadim's wife's wet cavern. She sighed, a soft squeal, as her claws extended, trying to dig into his back through the fabric. Vadim even rose slightly inside the closet, on the stool, grabbing his hard cock through the material of his pants. The stool's legs suddenly rustled against the underside of the closet. But the guy didn't hear the sound. Holding Lyuda tightly by her slender thighs, he thrust his cock into her just a few times, and after a few dozen seconds of fucking, he pulled out with a loud howl and came, splattering her pubic area with whitish sperm. Vadim, jerking himself off through his pants, was surprised by the guy's rapid-fire delivery and quietly sat back down on the stool. The "muscle man" finished. He removed Lyuda's legs from his shoulders, placed them on the bed, and, under the girl's surprised gaze, sat down next to her. "Wow, you're so quick. You must have gotten a little nervous. Got turned on?" Lyuda rose from the bed and tried to put her arm around the guy's shoulders. "It's okay. Now you can rest and then we'll continue bukvoeb.run. Right?" Vadim's wife kissed the "muscle guy" on the cheek. "You're such a great licker that I'm seriously turned on. I want to bounce on your peg. Let me lift it up," Lyuda tried to take the guy's penis in her palm and jerk it off, and maybe even suck it. But the guy's reaction surprised her. And Vadim, sitting in the closet, too. Muttering something incomprehensible under his breath, the "muscle man" got out of bed, quickly lifted and buttoned his pants and belt, quietly said goodbye, and without hesitation, dashed out of Lyuda's room. Surprise on the wife's face and on the husband's face as he comes out of the closet. “What was that?” Vadim asked his wife. — I don’t know. I didn’t understand it myself. You saw it all yourself. — I saw it. And until he finished, everything seemed to be going well. You, your behavior with him, the way you flirted, the way you let him grope you, the way you sucked him—in short, all of it turned me on like crazy. — Are you excited? - Strongly. "And I really did. And not so much because of him, not because of his fast-paced sex, but because I realized you were watching at that moment. And here, and on the beach, and in the restaurant. It turns out it's such an amazing feeling, cuckolding your husband." — What are we going to do with him? Should we try again tomorrow? “Nooo. I don’t need a lover like that. I liked his look and his muscles, of course. And his arms are huge. He hugs me tightly and looks seductive. But I don’t need that kind of quick sex. Some people can’t last a minute without it,” Lyuda grinned, nodding towards her husband. “It was like I was in the mood for sex all night. I wanted him to twist me around on his dick. From above, from below, from the left, from the right, this way and that. And in the end, that’s all,” his wife nodded towards Vadim’s pubis, splattered with the “muscle guy’s” sperm. After nodding, Lyuda lowered her hand, collected the guy's sperm from her belly with her index finger, raised her hand, and brought it to her face. She sniffed it. Suddenly remembering her and her husband's fantasies, she suggested to him: — Will you try? “Yeah,” Vadim nodded hesitantly, feeling his penis, which had fallen in his pants after the guy had quickly retreated from his wife’s room, instantly tense up. From his face, a finger smeared with the "muscle guy's" cum reached toward her husband's mouth, whose lips were already parted. Vadim took his wife's finger into his mouth, licked it, and sucked it. - Well, how is it? — Mmm. Damn, Lyudka. He may be an asshole, but I like his cum. Although. Horrible. Damn. I just swallowed another man's cum and my dick only got harder. Lyudka-a-a. I want more. “Bend over and lick,” Lyuda pressed down on the top of her husband’s head, pressing his mouth to her pubis, wet with her lover’s sperm. Vadim licked her well-shaven pubic area with pleasure. He licked and kissed his wife's belly. "Do you want me to polish your pussy? You haven't come yet, have you?" Vadim offered his young wife. "Yeah, try it. I'm in a weird state right now. I'm aroused, but I'm not in the mood for full-on sex anymore." Crouching on the floor between his wife's spread knees, Vadim brought her to orgasm with his tongue while simultaneously masturbating himself. He pulled his penis out of his pants and, after Lyuda had finished, came himself, spraying his cock onto her sandaled feet. “Cool. Warm,” the wife emphasized the unusual situation. “Okay. My beloved antler. Let’s try to get some sleep. I need to be fresh for tomorrow. I have a couple of other candidates for tomorrow. I think I need to change my selection criteria. I won’t fall for the ‘muscle men’ anymore. Would you mind continuing our experiments? antler. My beloved moose, where are you?” "Yes, Lyudochka. Let's try again tomorrow," Vadim muttered, bending over and collecting his sperm from his wife's feet with his tongue.