The Guessing Game

Andy was busy cooking dinner for the family when he heard Stacy come home. He looked over his shoulder to see her stride into the kitchen with a gleeful smile on her face.

She'd told him she was going out for a quick Target run, but he knew that smile meant she'd been a touch dishonest. She'd almost certainly gone to Target, but she'd also almost certainly met one of her bulls in the parking lot and had some fun with him before coming home.

Stacy didn't say a word as she sauntered towards him. Instead, she pressed her firm body against his and kissed Andy. Her tongue invaded his mouth deeply and he closed his eyes and let his senses come alive. He breathed deeply through his nose to see if he could detect the scent of whichever bull she'd met. He moved his tongue around to pick up every little bit of flavor her mouth had to offer.

"Guess who," she whispered with her body still pressed against his. Stacy followed that with a series of soft kisses against his neck before she ran her tongue over his ear in the manner that always made Andy weak in the knees.

"Zane?" he guessed.

Stacy smiled. "Very good. You're getting good at this."

"Was it in the car?"

Stacy nodded. "You know I love giving a blowjob in the car. There's nothing quite like car head to make me feel like a teenager again, especially when my bull can't stop moaning and telling me how good my mouth feels."

Andy turned around fully and kissed his wife again. There was a risk of one of their daughters walking in while they made out fiercely, but he didn't care. They could handle seeing their parents kiss. Plus, Andy couldn't get over how turned on he was that his wife had run out to suck another man's cock while he was busy making dinner for the family.

"You get a reward tonight," she said.

"Yeah?"

Stacy nodded. "You know how the game works. If you guess correctly you get a reward."

The game was simple. If Stacy sucked off one of her bull's she'd come home and kiss Andy the moment she came through the door. If she let a bull cum inside her, she’d find a way to feet that cum to Andy. If he could guess which man had cum in her mouth or pussy, he got a reward. If he guessed incorrectly, he received a punishment of some kind, though even the punishments tended to be fun in a kinky way.

At first Andy had been pretty bad at guessing, but his desire to be good at the guessing game had led him to pay much closer attention to the tastes and smells of the various men his wife gave her body to. Stacy seemed utterly delighted at his willingness to develop a familiarity with the cum of other men and she'd taken to giving more blowjobs in the past few months. She'd taken to ensuring that Andy got to consume more cum, too, whether it be the occasional creampie from a trusted bull or bringing home a used condom so she could have fun feeding it to him.

"What kind of reward did you have in mind?" he asked.

Stacy smiled. Andy always asked about the reward or the punishment, but she never revealed it until it was time to play.

Instead of saying anything, she kissed him again and Andy's tongue was once again coated in Zane's familiar taste. His cum was a little bit sweet and Stacy almost always emanated a distinctly masculine scent when she'd been with him.

After the kiss Stacy walked away and Andy finished preparing dinner. The family ate together and afterwards Andy cleaned the dishes while Stacy helped their daughters with their homework.

Once the girls were in bed, Andy and Stacy curled up on the couch, each with a glass of wine. They watched TV, though Andy couldn't really think about anything other than his reward. It seemed like Stacy was in roughly the same headspace as she kept touching and kissing him, showering his neck and cheeks in the kind of erotic pleasure that seemed designed to keep him in a place of rather intense desire.

"Did you meet him in the parking lot?" Andy asked.

"I did," she replied softly. "He pulled up next to my car in his truck. I got in with him - it's really high off the ground so it's damn near impossible to see what's happening - and we started kissing right away."

Andy's cock stirred as he imagined his wife acting very much like a teenager in lust. He knew that was a big part of the appeal of hotwifing for her, though, as that kind of excitement was damn near impossible to achieve in a long term marriage.

"He got so hard for me so quickly," she whispered. "I think it was less than a minute before I had his stiff dick in my hand. He was so thick, baby, and so stiff. He moaned into my mouth as I stroked him. I wanted to suck him so badly. I wanted to make him feel good, to make him fill his truck with those beautiful deep moans of his."

Andy kissed her. He had to. He had to feel her lips against his. He had to feel her tongue in his mouth. She offered it gleefully and he thought only of the fact that her tongue had been around another man's cock that afternoon, that she'd worked to pleasure her bull and make him cum in her mouth so she could go home to her husband kiss him.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she said.

Andy took her wine glass and hurried into the kitchen as Stacy made her way to the bedroom. He washed the glasses as quickly as possible and set them on a towel to dry. He made sure to tuck the half-full bottle of wine away and then hurried upstairs and down the hall, though he did his best to keep quiet so as not to wake his daughters.

Stacy was in bed and she'd changed into lingerie, much to Andy's delight. It was a simple-but-sexy pink lace bodysuit that was just sheer enough that he could see her nipples and her pubic hair. Andy locked the bedroom door and approached the bed as Stacy spread her legs. He saw that her pussy lips were swollen with desire and he was fairly certain there was a bit of wetness soaking the lace.

"I'm glad you guessed correctly tonight," she said softly. "I'd really like to get fucked."

Andy stripped with remarkable speed and crawled on top of his wife. She kissed him and stroked his dick while he played with her tits through the soft, perfect lace of her lingerie.

"You didn't want to fuck Zane?"

She smiled and rubbed the head of his dick over the crotch of her bodysuit.

"I did," Stacy said. "Of course I wanted to fuck him. His cock is perfect, baby. Of course I wanted it inside me. I didn't have a condom, though, and Zane's relatively new so he doesn't get to cum inside me yet. He does get to cum in my mouth, though, and I knew it would be fun to blow him and come home to kiss you, to have you thinking about the fact that I’d sucked his cock, to have you excited for your reward for the rest of the night."

Stacy pulled her bodysuit away from her pussy and guided his cock inside her.

"Fuck, Stacy, you feel so good. Your pussy feels so fucking good."

Andy buried his cock inside her and Stacy grabbed his ass and kissed him. "Fuck me slowly," she said. "I know you want to fuck me hard and fast and cum in me, but fuck me slowly, baby."

It was difficult for Andy to do so. He wanted desperately to pound his wife, to pursue his orgasm, to let himself completely surrender to the pleasure of being a cuckold. He held off from doing so, though. He fucked her slowly. He kissed her. He played with her tits. He watched the pleasure dance across her beautiful face.

"I made Zane cum in my mouth in just a few minutes," she said. "He was so turned on, baby. He came so hard, too. He pounded the steering wheel while flooding my mouth with his load."

Andy got more turned on. He felt his dick throbbing inside her. He felt the need to cum rising up in him.

"Do you like that your wife is such a good cocksucker for other men, baby?"

"Oh, fuck," Andy replied. "I do."

"And do you like that my mouth pleasures other cocks so much more often than yours?"

The questions turned her on, maybe even more so than they turned Andy on. He could see it on her face and in her eyes. He loved that she got so excited talking to him like that.

"I love that you blow your bulls so much more often than you blow me," he said. "I love that we play the guessing game. I love that I get to taste their cum. I love that you find such pleasure in giving head in cars, in rushing over to a bull's house to suck his cock when he's had a stressful day at work. I love that sometimes you have me drive you to a bull's house on date night just so you can suck him off before we continue our date."

Stacy was suddenly on the verge of an orgasm - at least based on the look on her face - so Andy started fucking her a little harder and faster.

"Cum in me, Andy," she said. "Cum in me and then clean up your load like a good cuck."

Andy pounded her for a few seconds more and then came in his wife. He came while thinking about her sucking cock in Zane's truck, about her swallowing, about her cumming home and eagerly kissing Andy so he could guess whose cock she'd sucked.

Stacy came right alongside him and Andy couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about as she climaxed. He hoped - just like a cuck would - that she was thinking about a bull.

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Andy was pulling his golf clubs out of the trunk when his phone dinged. He set his clubs down in their spot in the garage and pulled his phone from his pocket.

Stacy had sent a picture. She was sitting in her car in the light blue leggings and sports bra she'd worn to the gym. What was notable about the picture was the considerable wet spot in the crotch of her leggings. The kind of wet spot that indicated that another man's cum was leaking out of her.

There was no text with the picture, but Andy assumed that they'd be playing the guessing game. There were only three bulls that were permitted to cum inside her, which meant he had a 1/3 chance of being right even if he had no idea based on the taste of the cum.

Andy was still staring at the picture when Stacy pulled into the driveway. He stepped aside so she could pull up alongside his car in the garage and saw a delighted smile on her face. Her cheeks and chest were flushed red, though to anyone else it would have looked as though she'd just had a good workout at the gym.

Andy knew better, of course. She'd worked out, but she'd also gotten fucked.

Stacy turned off her car and hit the button to close the garage door. She got out and smiled. "Did you get the picture?" she asked.

Andy nodded as the garage got considerably darker with the sunlight now blocked by the door.

Stacy leaned against her car. "Are you ready to play?"

"Here?"

"Here's as good as anywhere. Get on your knees."

Andy fell to his knees and his cock grew with excitement. Stacy slowly pulled down her leggings, taking her time as he stared between her legs. His cock got hard without even a hint of physical stimulation and his mouth genuinely watered at the prospect of getting to taste another man's load.

A good portion of the cum had already leaked out of her and made a mess in the crotch of leggings. Stacy folded them back and pointed to the thick cum that rested against the smooth fabric.

"Lick it up," she said with thrilling authority in her voice.

Andy leaned forward and ran his tongue through the cum in his wife's leggings. Cum that another man had left inside her. He thought of her gleefully hooking up with a bull after the gym, of her pursuing her total freedom to fuck whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted. His cock throbbed at all of it, in particular how thrilling he found it to be able to lick up the cum of another man.

"Do you have a guess?" she asked.

To his dismay, Andy didn't have a good sense of whose cum he was eating, so he shook his head. 

"Would you like to lick more of his cum from my pussy?"

"Yes, please," he said.

Stacy put a hand on the back of his head and pulled his lips to her pussy. He looked up at her - she loved when he made eye contact while cleaning her pussy - and pushed his tongue between her labia. He could smell the sex. He tasted a bit of sweat, though that might have been from the workout. He tasted cum, too, and was delighted that there was still so much inside her.

A name came to mind. Richard. He shot rather large loads and Andy was definitely cleaning a large load.

"Do you have a guess?"

He leaned back, swallowed the cum in his mouth, and said, "Richard."

"I'm afraid not," Stacy said.

Andy was genuinely disappointed, in no small part because he almost never got to cum when he guessed incorrectly.

"Finish cleaning me," she instructed.

Andy went back to work as his mind turned to how he might be punished. Sometimes it was very gentle, like a few weeks ago when Stacy gave him a long, slow handjob and then denied him an orgasm. That night she'd actually locked him in a cock cage and kept him there for two days just to make sure he didn't masturbate without permission.

Other times she was a little harsher. She'd once spanked him to the point that his ass had hurt for a few days afterwards. She'd made him eat her pussy the moment she was done with the spanking and Andy noted that she was exceptionally wet, which felt spectacularly kinky.

When he'd finished cleaning, Stacy pulled her leggings back up and said, "Go to the bedroom. Get naked. Wait on your knees."

Andy stood and Stacy pulled him close for a kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and she stroked his cock a little. It was her way of showing that she wasn't actually angry that he didn't guess correctly, that she was, in fact, excited about delivering a punishment.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too."

Andy turned and walked into the house with a smile on his face. He headed upstairs and stripped in the bedroom. He got on his knees by the bed and waited for his wife to join him.

Stacy took her time as ten minutes passed before she came to the bedroom. She stood in the doorway and stripped, revealing her lean, still slightly sweaty body. She walked past him and stepped into the sizable walk-in closet that had been one of the reasons she'd fallen in love with their house.

Five minutes later Stacy emerged from the closet wearing a pair of shiny black gloves that stopped just short of her elbow, a black leather bra, and a matching black leather thong. Most notably, though, was the black strapon she'd put on. It had been a few months since Andy had seen it, but he was quickly awash in memories of having been fucked by the strapon.

Stacy walked in front of him without saying a word and Andy stared at the cock for a few seconds before looking up at his wife and the devilish smile she wore.

"You failed today," she said. "Which surprised me, because you've tasted Derek's cum on several occasions. Perhaps it's been too long, though, and you forgot the particular beauty of its taste."

It had been nearly a month since Andy had tasted Derek's cum, so he wasn't surprised that he'd failed at the guessing game.

"I'm going to make you cum," she said, much to his surprise. "But, because you failed, you're going to cum like a bitch. You're going to cum with a cock up your ass."

She hadn't let him cum the previous time she'd strapon fucked him and Andy found himself more aroused than he'd expected. What surprised him most of all, though, was the rather obvious and intense arousal on his wife's face. She was clearly looking forward to this particular punishment.

"Stand up, turn around, and put your hands on the bed," she instructed.

Andy did as he was told without question or hesitation. Stacy ran her gloved hands over his ass and then reached for the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. She popped the top and spread some of it over her cock. He turned his head to watch her stroke and he felt his dick throb in an utterly unexpected manner.

"Holy shit," he said. "That's really hot."

"Yeah? You like watching me stroke the cock that's going to fuck your little bitch ass?"

"Yes," he admitted. "It's...fuck...it's really hot."

Stacy squirted some of the lube on Andy's ass and spread it around his hole. She then put the bottle on the nightstand, grabbed her cock, and rubbed the head over his ass.

"I'm going to fuck you hard, Andy, like a bitch deserves to get fucked. I'll give you a reach around at some point, but you're not permitted to touch your cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Stacy pushed the head inside him and Andy closed his eyes and sucked in his breath as the pain of being penetrated washed over him. He remembered that feeling. The burning. The sense that his body desperately wanted to reject the penetration, to run from it.

Stacy pushed forward until the cock was entirely inside him. Then she leaned over and kissed his back. She stroked his cock a little, too, using the lubed glove and providing a stunning wealth of pleasure.

"How does it feel to have my cock inside you, bitch?" she asked.

Andy wasn't sure why, but being called 'bitch' turned him on in an unexpected way. "It's really fucking hot," he said. "I don't...fuck, Stacy, I don't know why, but this is really fucking hot."

She stroked him a little more and kissed his upper back. "I think it's because you know that you're a little bitch, Andy. I mean, you're a cuck and you eat so much fucking cum. How could you be anything but a bitch that deserves to be bent over and fucked by his wife, to be put in his place by being made to take my fat cock up your ass as punishment for failing to identify the taste of a real man's cum?"

Andy was stunned at how hard his cock was and he was certain it wouldn't take much more to get him off. Stacy seemed to sense that as she let go of his cock, stood up, and grabbed his hips.

She pulled back until just the tip remained inside him and then slowly thrust forward. Andy grunted as he took the cock and felt the pain. Stacy pulled out and pushed back inside him. It got a little easier to take it. In fact, it got easier with every thrust as he relaxed his asshole and sank into the odd beauty of being fucked like a bitch by his wife.

"I worked out with Derek today," she said while thrusting in and out of Andy's ass. "He pushed me hard. He kept touching me, too, so much so that I was soaked by the time we were done. I told him I had to have him. We fucked in his car. I rode him in the backseat in the gym parking lot. I rode him so fucking hard, baby. I rode him so fucking hard and came harder than I ever have on his big dick. I told him to cum in me. I told him to cum in me so I could take his load home to my husband and feed it to him. Derek liked that, baby. He liked knowing that you're a good little cum eating bitch, that you were going to swallow his load out of my pussy."

Andy was pushing his ass back to meet her thrusts. He hadn't even noticed he was doing it. He couldn't help it, though. It felt good. Strangely good. He wanted to get fucked. He wanted to be a bitch. He wanted to cum, too.

"You like this dick, don't you bitch?" she asked.

"Yes, fuck yes, I like it. I like your dick. I like getting fucked."

Stacy spanked his ass and fucked him harder. Hard enough that Andy grabbed two handfuls of the bed sheets to try and steady himself as she pounded him with such incredible vigor.

"Do you want to cum, bitch?" she asked.

"Yes, please. Fuck my ass and make me cum!"

Stacy reached down and stroked Andy's cock as she fucked him from behind. His legs wobbled from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through his body. Her gloved hand felt spectacular around his stiff shaft and he was suddenly desperate to cum.

"Cum for me, bitch. Cum in my hand. Cum like a good little bitch, like a fucking cock whore!"

The dirty talk was unlike anything Stacy had ever delivered and it pushed Andy over the top. He came with her dick in his ass. He came in her hand. He came like a bitch and his body trembled from the overwhelming intensity of the orgasm.

Stacy's cock remained inside him after Andy finished cumming. She leaned forward and held her hand in front of his mouth. A pool of his cum rested on her gloved palm.

"Lick it up, bitch," she whispered. "Then I'm going to sit on your face."

Andy licked up his cum as the final part of his punishment. He licked it up and smiled as he felt about as good as he ever had. He licked it up and found himself hoping that Stacy wouldn't wait that long before she returned to the sort of humiliating, aggressive dirty talk she'd utilized that night.

He made a mental note to express his enjoyment of it after she'd sat on his face and with any luck she'd keep that in mind and give him more of that pleasure at a later date.