Cleaning Up After Her Boss Has His Way with Her

You never imagined being a house husband. You never thought you'd be the one staying at home while your wife climbs the corporate ladder. You never thought your days would be consumed with getting your son and daughter off to school, doing the laundry, cleaning the house, and making sure dinner is taken care of when your beautiful, successful wife gets home from work.

That's become your life, though. You're a happy house husband married to an increasingly successful woman that loves you dearly and appreciates that you were willing to sacrifice your career in the name of supporting her on her quest to run the company she works at (or one very much like it).

You're always at the door when she comes home. You greet your wife with a smile. You take her coat and hang it the closet. Today is no different.

"Welcome home, my love," you say.

Your wife looks beautiful in a satin blouse and a tight, knee length skirt that hugs her hips and ass. She dresses a little sexier than most women at corporate jobs, but that approach has always worked for her, as she's risen up the ladder quite quickly.

You take her coat and hang it in the closet. You take her purse and give her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Did you have a good day at work?" you ask.

She smiles. "It was a little stressful, to be honest."

"Can I help you with that? A massage, perhaps? Or an orgasm?"

She leans in and kisses you on the cheek. "Actually, I already found a way to deal with the stress. My boss helped me out, as he's done so many times over the past six months."

Your cock stirs to life.

"There is something you can do for me, though," she continues.

"Anything," you reply.

She smiles, leans in like she's going to kiss you, and then walks away. "Follow me," she instructs.

You walk behind your beautiful wife and admire the gentle sway in her hips, the way her heels make her calves look remarkably sexy, and the way her skirt clings to her ass. She's an alluring, confident, sexy woman and you're absolutely certain she attracts attention at the office. She's certainly attracted the attention of her boss, a married man who nonetheless finds your wife irresistible.

"Help me out of my skirt," she instructs upon entering your bedroom.

You shut the door, set her purse down on her dresser, and approach your wife. You run your hands down the back of her delicate satin blouse, rest them on her hips for a moment, and then carefully unzip her skirt. You lower it to the ground and fall to your knees while doing so. Your wife steps out of the skirt, spins around, and looks down at you.

For a moment you stare up at her beautiful face, but eventually your eyes wander between her legs. You stare at her black satin panties. You admire their delicate lace trim and you inhale an intoxicating scent that's a mixture of her perfume and the unmistakable smell of sex.

Most alluring of all, though, is the sizable wet spot in the gusset of her panties. The wet spot that proves what you already knew: That your wife's boss fucked her and came inside her. That's how she relieved her stress. That's how she often relieves her stress, though it's not always her boss that fucks her. Sometimes it's one of her boyfriends. On rare occasions - when she's out of town for business - it's a random hookup, though only a few men are allowed to cum inside her.

"I'm so happy you found a way to relieve your stress," you say as you look up at your beautiful wife.

She smiles, reaches down to run her fingers through your hair, and then gently pulls your head between her legs. You press your lips against her panties and extend your tongue to lick her panties as you've done so many times before. You taste a mixture of your wife's wetness and her boss's cum. His is saltier than any other you've cleaned out of her and you recognize it instantly.

"You're such a good house husband," she says softly. "So dutiful. So happy to support your wife, to make whatever sacrifice is necessary to ensure my happiness and success."

She gathers a handful of your hair and her lips curl into a devilish smile. She exerts a bit of pressure and you feel mild pain as she pulls you deeper between her legs. Your tongue moves back and forth over her panties and soon her boss's cum coats your taste buds. She hasn't yet offered you the real treat, though.

"Do you want it?" she asks.

You nod as best as you can. Your wife takes half a step back, reaches down, and pulls her panties aside. A moment later your mouth is pressed against her pussy. You push your tongue as deep inside her as you can. You taste her boss's salty cum. You taste her sweet juices.

"Today, he ate my pussy," she says. "He had me sit on his desk and he went down on me, baby. He fingered me, too. His tongue is almost as talented as yours."

You never really feel jealous when someone else fucks your wife, but you feel it when someone else eats her pussy. It's like they're encroaching on your territory. You know she likes having her pussy eaten, though, so you never complain. Plus, your wife is exceptionally generous in that she lets you go down on her most days.

"After he'd gotten me good and wet he stood, unzipped his pants, and very nearly slipped his cock inside me," she says. "I made him stop, though. His dick looked so good that I had to have it in my mouth. I had to give him a blowjob, baby. I had to show him how much I appreciate that he fucks me so good with that big cock of his."

You swallow her boss's cum and work your wife's clit. She closes her eyes, tightens her grip on your hair, and moans as you lick her throbbing sex organ.

"He sat in his chair and I got on my knees for him. I looked up at him and kissed my way from the bottom of his shaft to the top. I told him how much I love his big cock. I told him how good it feels when he fucks me. I told him that it always relieves my stress when he gives me the pleasure of his perfect dick," she says.

You plunge your tongue back between her pussy lips. You find more of his load. You move your tongue around inside her. You search for as much cum as you can find and you swallow like the greedy cuckold you've become.

"I gave him a great blowjob," she says. "I sucked his cock like it was the most important thing in the world to me in that moment. I made him feel so good, baby, and when I was done he was out of his mind with desire for me. That's part of the reason I love sucking cock so much. It always makes a man so eager to fuck me hard, which is how I need to be fucked. I need a nice big cock to pound my pussy hard. I need to feel taken so I can completely let go, so all the stress can wash away."

"Did he make you feel taken?" you ask.

She nods. "He did. He put me on his desk. He spread my legs. He slipped his cock inside me. He fucked me hard while we kissed. He fucked me as hard as he's ever fucked me, baby. He fucked me hard and he made me cum just like I needed to cum. It felt so fucking good. I came all over that big cock of his and then I begged him to cum inside me, to flood my pussy with his seed. I begged him for it and I told him I would go home and feed his cum to my house husband."

You feel a sense of elation as you devour your wife's cum-filled pussy. You feel far happier than when you brought in an income, when you worked all day and returned home exhausted. Your wife is happier too and it's almost entirely because you've both found your place in your marriage. She's the breadwinner. She's the alpha of the household. You're the loyal, supportive, caretaking beta of the household and you've never been so satisfied with your life.

"Make me cum," your wife demands.

You turn your attention to her clit. You work it with your tongue as you look up at her. She holds your gaze and the eye contact is exhilarating. You feel as though you're serving your purpose and doing so brings you immense pleasure.

You make her cum. It happens quickly, just as it always does when you're cleaning another man's cum out of her, especially when she's come home from work. Unlike most women would be in her situation, your wife is turned on by the fact that you're a willing house husband. She likes that you've taken on that role, that you're so supportive of her career ambitions. She likes that you're so eager to help her relax after a long day, that you want nothing more than to soothe her worries and tend to her pussy even if it's brimming with another man's load.

"Thank you, my love," your wife says. She steps back, smiles, and asks, "Would you like to cum before dinner?"

"Very much so," you reply.

"Stand up and strip," she says.

You stand and hastily remove your clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor as your wife takes off her panties and holds them up. You see that some of her boss's cum had leaked out and is now resting in the gusset of her satin underwear. Your wife's gaze follows yours and she smiles, though of course she knew very well that his load had leaked out of her and collected in her underwear.

"Come here," she says.

You step closer and your wife reaches down and wraps the cum-filled part of her panties around your stiff cock. His semen is still warm from resting against her pussy on the drive home. Your legs tremble and your cock tingles with pleasure as she strokes you slowly.

"Does that feel good?" she asks.

You close your eyes and nod. It feels exquisite. It feels like the most pleasurable handjob any man has ever received.

"Do you like that another man's cum is in my panties?" she asks. "That another man fucked your wife and that I begged him to cum inside me?"

"Yes," you answer.

"And do you like that his cum is now providing the lubrication for this handjob?" she asks.

"I do."

She leans in and you feel the soft satin of her blouse against your arm. Her lips find your cheek and she offers a series of seductive kisses while moaning. She strokes you faster, luring you towards an orgasm that you know will feel utterly breathtaking.

"You're such a good house husband," she whispers. "Staying home all day to do my laundry and clean our home. Cooking breakfast for me and buying groceries to cook our family a beautiful dinner. Offering me whatever form of relaxation I need when I get home from a long day at the office. Doing whatever it takes to support your loving wife in her career, including eating a superior man's cum from my well-fucked pussy."

"I'm close," you announce. She doesn't like it when you make a mess with your cum, so you must announce your impending orgasm each time you're ready to unload.

She moans, strokes your cock furiously, and then, right before you blow your load, she covers the head with her panties and catches every drop of your sticky spunk. She makes sure to tease your dick as you're cumming, providing you with an intensely powerful orgasm that leaves you lightheaded and smiling dumbly, like you're the luckiest man alive.

"Thank you for the orgasm," you say afterwards.

"No, thank you," your wife replies as she steps back and holds up her messy panties. "It would make me happy if you wore these for the rest of the night. They'll serve as a nice reminder of your place, and we both know that sometimes you need a little reminder after you've had an orgasm."

You take the panties from her and step into them. The cummy mess is warm and sticky against your cock and balls, but you understand the need for a reminder of your place. She's right, after all. Sometimes, after you've cum, you're a little less accepting of your place as a house husband.

Wearing her cum-filled panties corrects any drifting of your mind quite quickly, though, and you can't wait to get to the kitchen and prepare a meal for your family.

"I'm a lucky man," you say.

She kisses you softly. "And I'm a lucky woman. Now get dressed and go make us dinner."

"Of course, my love," you reply.

You get dressed. You leave the bedroom. You prepare dinner for your family. You're a good house husband and you'll continue to be for as long as your wife desires it.