It's Not His Pussy Anymore

"Do you know how long it's been since we had sex?" George asked his beautiful wife as she stepped into the bathroom after casually rebuffing his sexual advance.

"How long?" Penny asked.

She bent over to grab her toothbrush and George stared at her ass. She had on a pair of leggings and they fit like a second skin. He couldn't help but stare, though doing so only deepened the maddening desire he felt.

"Almost three weeks."

She spread toothpaste on the brush, ran a little water under it, and then popped it into her mouth, though she looked at George while she did it and he was certain he caught a bit of a smile.

"Do you know how many times Keith has fucked you in the last three weeks?"

Penny looked away like she was lost in thought and then held up five fingers. She closed her fist and held up three fingers.

"That's right. Eight times. Your boyfriend has fucked you eight times since I last had sex with you. With my wife, just for clarification."

While brushing her teeth, Penny lifted her shirt and flashed George her breasts. She took one in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She closed her eyes and moaned around her tooth brush and that was more than enough to inspire a surge of lust between his legs. George felt silly for being turned on by something so simple, and yet he'd gone so long without access to his wife's pussy that he couldn't help his desire.

Penny spit into the sink, washed her tooth brush under the water, and popped it into its holder before wiping her mouth clean. She then moved to the bathroom doorway and ran her hands up the doorframe. She reached back and pulled her hair from a ponytail, shaking her head and letting her long blonde locks flow down her back and over her shoulders.

"So you're saying you want to fuck me," she said softly.

"Yes, that's what I'm saying."

Penny sauntered into the room and then took a hard left and strode towards the closet. She stepped inside, looked over her shoulder to wink at George, and closed the door. He remained seated on the edge of the bed as he alternated between frustration and arousal while wondering what she was doing in the closet.

It took a few minutes, but Penny emerged wearing lingerie. Specifically the same lingerie she'd worn for Keith earlier that week. It was a pink and blue bra, panty, and garter belt set. The bra made her breasts look utterly astounding and Penny knew it, as she pushed her shoulders back and her tits forward to show them off while stepping into the bedroom once more.

"Do you recognize this set?" she asked.

George nodded. "You wore that for Keith. On Tuesday."

Penny stepped between his legs and he reached up to run his fingers over her taut stomach. "I wore this for my boyfriend on Tuesday. He fucked me in this lingerie set. He fucked me hard in this lingerie set. He made me cum three times while I was in this lingerie set. He made me pussy spasm around his long, thick, beautiful cock as he fucked me so good in his bed."

George's cock grew as his wife offered a quick, lurid description of what had unfolded at Keith's house just a handful of days ago.

"Of course, before he fucked me, I sucked his cock in this lingerie set. And before that he took me on a date while I wore this lingerie set underneath my dress. The dress you helped pick out. The dress you thought my boyfriend would love. You were right about that, by the way. He did. My boyfriend adored the dress and couldn't keep his hands off me at the bar, or at the restaurant, or at the movie theater."

"I did enjoy shopping for that dress," he said.

Penny smiled and took George's hands in hers. She placed them on her breasts and he squeezed. She moaned and he did too. The material of the bra made her tits doubly arousing, as did the gentle perfumed scent emanating from either her or the lingerie.

"That's because you love that I have a boyfriend," she said softly. "You love that I'm dating another man. You love that your wife has been dating another man for six months. You love that I made you a cuckold, that I got on board with your fantasy and found a way to make it incredibly hot for me. You love that I fuck him so often. You love that he makes me cum so hard. You love that I make him cum, too."

George's heart was pounding and his cock throbbing. He wanted Penny so badly. Every word she uttered only deepened his desire and it was close to becoming an absolute need.

"I do love that you make him cum," he said.

Penny leaned down and kissed him softly. Her tongue flirted a little with his and then slipped into his mouth. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it. She moaned into his mouth and her tongue swirled before she pulled back and smiled.

"You like that my pussy makes him cum. You like that the pussy that used to be yours and yours alone is now shared with my boyfriend."

She crawled into George's lap and kissed him again. She moved her hips over his crotch, igniting a firestorm of pleasure thanks to the gentle friction and he couldn’t help but moan into her mouth.

"You like that I fuck him more often than I fuck you," she continued.

George nodded. "I do. You know I do. I just...three weeks is too long, Penny. It's too long. I'm going out of my mind."

She caressed his face and smiled. "I know it feels too long. I do. I'm sorry about that. Sometimes I get so caught up with how good Keith makes me feel that I forget that you need my pussy too."

Penny kissed George's neck and resumed riding him. The grinding brought more stimulation and he felt wetness in his underwear, a surefire sign he was dripping a great deal of precum.

"I do take care of you though, don't I?" she asked. "I give you handjobs. We masturbate together. I give you a blowjob every now and then. I don't deny you, do I?"

He shook his head.

"And you like it when I jerk you off, right? You like it when I stroke your cock and tell you about how good Keith fucked me. You like it when we masturbate together and I fantasize about fucking him. It turns you on to hear me say how badly I want him, how desperate I am to feel his cock inside me again. That always makes your dick so hard, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does."

"But you still feel like you're being deprived because you don't get to have my pussy as often as you want it."

George felt bad. Penny was right. She did take care of him. He rarely went long without an orgasm, but he couldn't help but miss how good her pussy felt. "I'm sorry. I think maybe I've been ungrateful. You do take care of me. You do make me feel so good. You do, Penny. You really do. I just...sometimes I just miss having sex with you. I miss how good it feels to be inside you. I miss how good it feels to be on top of you, to have you on top of me."

"I know, baby," she said with a smile. "Keith feels the same way when he has to go more than a few days without having me. He tells me, too. He tells me how much he missed me. How much he missed being inside me. He tells me that he feels like he can't go more than a few days without having me or he goes a little bit crazy."

"Yeah? You make your boyfriend feel that good?"

Penny nodded. "I do. I make him feel so good, baby. I make Keith feel so good that he has to have me all the time. You can't blame him, can you? Remember when I was your girlfriend? Before you proposed. Before we got married. Do you remember how badly you wanted to fuck me?"

"I do."

"I was a good girlfriend for you. A very good girlfriend. That's why you wanted me so badly. I took care of you, baby. Just like I take care of Keith, though I think I might be an even better girlfriend for him than I was for you."

"Really?" George asked.

Penny got up off his lap and unbuttoned his pants before working them down his legs. She took his underwear off, too, and then turned around and gently sat in his lap. His cock slipped between her thighs and she began to move slowly and sensually, offering all kinds of stimulation as he grasped her breasts and played with them.

"Well, for one, Keith gets more blowjobs than you used to get," she said. "Though part of that is he has a really, really nice cock and I just can't help want to have him in my mouth."

George groaned and kissed the back of her neck as Penny reached down to tease the head of his cock.

"I also swallow for him. I didn't swallow for you. I couldn't stand the taste of cum back then. I guess I've matured in that way, because I really don't mind the taste of Keith's cum. And I'll admit that I really, really like how much he enjoys it when I swallow for him. It's like I'm giving him this special gift, only it's actually really simple for me."

George loved that Penny swallowed for her boyfriend. He loved that she'd never really swallowed for him. He loved that she still didn't swallow for him. He'd masturbated to that very fact a few times, though he usually kept it to himself. In that moment, though, it felt right to share how much he liked it.

"I love that you swallow his cum and you don't swallow mine," he confessed.

Penny turned her head. "Yeah? You like that he gets something special that you don't get?"

"I do."

George's cock throbbed and Penny's every touch felt astoundingly good, especially when she ran her fingers over the underside of the head.

"Do you like that he gets more blowjobs than you?" she asked.

"Yes."

Penny stood and pulled George's shirt off. She pushed him into the bed and he scooted back as she crawled in after him. She straddled his crotch and he felt the warmth of her panty-clad pussy against his cock.

She leaned down and kissed his neck. Her lips found his, though it was a soft, sensual sort of kiss. "You like that these lips are wrapped around Keith's cock a great deal more often than they're wrapped around yours?"

"Yes," he said.

"And you like that I let him cum in my mouth, that I tell him I want to swallow his cum, that sometimes I even come close to begging my boyfriend to cum in my mouth?"

"Fuck...yes...I do. I like that."

Penny kissed George's neck and then her lips made their way over his chest and down his stomach. She kissed his cock a handful of times, too, including a few times around the head, though she didn't take him in her mouth. Instead, she stroked him slowly, using his precum as lube and creating a wealth of pleasure.

"Do you like that he fucks me more often than you do, George?"

"Yes, I do," he said with a nod. Despite his complaints that evening, George loved that his wife's boyfriend got sexual priority. He loved that she would go to him at the last minute because he fucked her so good that she couldn't resist. He liked that on two occasions she'd cut short a date night so George could drive her to Keith's house for a quickie.

"Do you like that he cums inside me more often than you do?"

George's cock surged in his wife's hand and she almost certainly knew the answer before he opened his mouth to utter a single word. "Yes, I do."

Penny smiled and kissed his thighs a handful of times while slowly stroking his cock.

"You know, I haven't kept track, but I think we both know that Keith has become my primary sexual partner. He fucks me way more often than you do. He makes me cum more often than you do. When I get really horny, he's the man I think of. He's the man I want inside me. He's the man I want to call for a quickie, even if it's late."

Again George's cock surged. It was true. It was all true and it was a source of huge arousal for him. He loved when Penny would rush over to Keith's at a moment's notice just because she got horny. He loved that she would come home happy, exhausted, and usually dripping with his cum. He loved the notion that another man had cum inside his wife and that she was falling asleep next to him with some of that cum still leaking out of her.

"Your cock is so stiff, baby," she said. "You're really turned on, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Is that because you actually love that Keith is my primary sexual partner?"

George nodded.

"You love that I'm dating another man and that he fucks me so much more often than you do, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," he admitted.

Penny released his cock and crawled forward until she was sitting across George's chest.

"His cum leaked into these panties, you know," she said. "I haven't washed them, either. I bet they smell of sex. Of the sex I had with Keith. Of the incredible sex I had with my boyfriend."

She'd never talked like that before. She'd never teased him like that before. "Could I...could I smell your panties?"

Penny smiled and dragged her hips forward. She dropped her pussy onto his face and he inhaled deeply. The smell was strong. Dried cum. Dried pussy juices. Her own current pussy juices.

"Does it smell good?" she asked.

"Yes."

Penny rode his face a little, moving her panty-clad pussy back and forth over his lips, chin, and nose. She put a hand on the top of his head for balance and rode a little faster. George stuck out his tongue to lick her and was rewarded with a beautiful moan.

"My pussy is so wet, baby."

He was certain she'd ride him. He wanted to be inside her.

"I'm so turned on. I love that you're licking my panties, that you're licking up a little of what Keith left behind."

George groaned at the implication. His wife had come home with a cum-filled pussy on numerous occasions, but he'd never come close to licking it. He'd never really thought about it and Penny had never offered.

"What if I was full of his cum right now, baby? Would you want me to pull my panties aside and sit on your tongue? Would you want me to ride your eager tongue so you could taste my boyfriend's hot fucking load?"

Penny leaned back and grabbed his cock. She gave it a few swift strokes and George moaned into her pussy. He moaned at how remarkably good it felt. He moaned at the wild idea of actually licking Keith's cum out of her.

Penny pulled her panties aside and sat down on his mouth. George licked furiously as she sat up and put a hand on his head once more. She had a look of pure bliss on her face and it seemed to him that she was well on her way to an orgasm.

"Make me cum, baby," she said. "Make me cum. Make me cum while I think about you licking Keith's load out of me!"

George could have cum in that moment if he'd given his cock just a few strokes. He abstained, though, because he wanted to concentrate on Penny and because he hoped there was still a chance he'd get to fuck her.

Penny came and by the look of it, she came hard. Her body trembled. Her face contorted in wild and wonderful ways. She moaned gloriously.

Then she climbed off of George's face, settled next to him, and gave him a soft kiss. Her hand found its way to his cock and she stroked him slowly while offering a line of kisses against his neck.

"Don't you think it's time to admit that my pussy isn't yours anymore, George," she said softly. "Isn't it time to come to grips with the fact that Keith fucks me far more often than you do because he fucks me better than you do."

His cock surged in her hand and every stroke felt better than the last.

"Isn't it time to admit that my boyfriend owns my pussy?"

The notion shouldn't have been arousing to George. It should have been horrifying. It wasn't, though. Some part of him hated that he wasn't upset, but really he was just turned on.

"Say it, George. Say that my boyfriend owns my pussy now."

His hips surged upwards as his cock throbbed in her hand. He wanted to say it. He couldn't believe it, but he wanted to say it. The idea of it was such a turn on.

"Your...your boyfriend owns your pussy now."

Penny released his cock and rolled away from George. She returned with her phone in her hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm asking Keith if you can fuck me. If he owns my pussy then he rightfully gets to decide who fucks it. So I'll see if he's feeling generous."

George watched his wife send the text. She leaned over and kissed him after it was off. She stroked his dick. She moaned like she was actually getting fucked, which he found hugely arousing. Then her phone dinged.

She picked it up but rolled away from him. She typed out a quick text. She set her phone on the nightstand and turned back to him.

"You can't fuck me tonight," she said. "You only get a handjob."

George was so turned on that he wasn't disappointed. In fact, he wondered if he'd have been disappointed if Keith had allowed him to fuck her. He wondered if somehow their marriage had just entered a whole new realm of kink.

George wanted more of that kink. He leaned in. "Penny, baby, do you think...do you think I could lick your pussy the next time Keith cums inside you?"

She smiled. "You want to lick my boyfriend's cum out of me?"

He nodded.

Penny leaned in and kissed his neck. "Of course you can lick him out of me. You can clean my messy pussy anytime he sends me home to you full of his hot, thick, creamy cum. I'm sure he'll love the idea that my husband is eager to lick his load out of me."

George came. He came so fucking hard his body shook. His cum spurted into the air and landed on his stomach. Penny kissed his neck and moaned throughout his orgasm and he felt an overwhelming sense of love for her as she offered a climax that rivaled any he'd ever experienced.

"Wow," he said.

She kissed him on the lips and said, "It seemed like you enjoyed that."

George nodded. "I did. I really did."

"Well, you'll be getting even more handjobs from now on, so I'm glad you enjoyed that so much."

George smiled as Penny got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to grab a wash cloth and clean him up.

Being denied her pussy would be well worth it if the orgasms were that good, so it was a fate he'd welcome now that Keith was in control of who got to fuck Penny.