A few days passed after Lena’s night with Ethan, but the electricity of it still hung in the air between us. Every time I looked at her, I thought about it. Every time she leaned in to kiss me, I imagined her lips stretched wide around his cock. And every time I slid inside her, I could feel the echo of how he’d stretched her.
And Lena knew. She knew exactly what her little story had done to me.
One evening, she came home from meeting a couple of her girlfriends, a mischievous smirk plastered on her face.
“What?” I asked, already suspicious.
She tossed her purse on the counter, slipped out of her jacket, and leaned against the doorway. “We were talking about relationships tonight. I might have… mentioned something about you.”
My heart raced. “What do you mean?”
Her grin widened. She walked over, her hips swaying like she owned the entire room. “I told them you’re… my cuckold.”
The word hung heavy in the air. My cock twitched instantly, betraying me.
She saw it, of course, and laughed. “God, you should have seen their faces. So many questions. They wanted to know if you liked it, if you got jealous, if you ever wanted to fight Ethan for me. I told them the truth.”
I swallowed hard. “And what’s the truth?”
“That you love me enough to let me have what I want. That you get off on it. That you’re happiest when I’m fucked full of another man and still come home to you.”
I groaned, half humiliated, half turned on beyond reason. My cock strained against my pants.
She sat down next to me, her hand immediately finding me, stroking lazily through the fabric. “They thought it was… kinky. They said you must be the most devoted husband alive. I told them you are. That you’d do anything for me.”
I was panting by then, her words alone pushing me to the edge. She unzipped me, pulling me free, her hand wrapping tight around my cock.
“God, look at you,” she teased, stroking faster now. “Harder just because I told my friends you’re my little cuckold husband. You like that? Knowing they’re all picturing you like this?”
“F-fuck…” I gasped, my hips jerking.
She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “One of them even asked if you clean me up after. I said yes. I said you love it.”
That broke me. I came hard, spurting thick ropes across my stomach. My body trembled under her grip, humiliated and aroused all at once.
But Lena wasn’t finished.
She dipped her fingers into the sticky mess on my tummy, swirling it through my cum. Then she brought her hand up to my lips.
“Eat it, baby,” she whispered, smiling wickedly. “Taste your little cuck mess.”
My face burned, but I opened my mouth, taking her fingers in, licking myself off her skin while she watched. She smeared my cum across my mouth and up across the side of my cheek.
Her free hand cradled the back of my head, holding me there, just like she had the other night. “Good boy,” she purred as produced her phone from her pocket and took a picture of me. Cum draped across my cheek and mouth. “Now my friends really will know the truth.”
