She Makes Her Cuck Cum in a Very Naughty Way

Read the previous entries in the 'Ways to Make Him Cum' series.

"Did you have a good night, my love?"

It's a little after midnight. Your wife has been out with her bull for the last six hours. She looks just as beautiful as when she left, though her hair is a little messier and her chest is flushed red, no doubt caused by having multiple orgasms with another man's cock inside her.

"I did," you answer as she steps closer and gives you a kiss on the cheek. Her lips linger against your skin and the smell of her perfume and her bull's aftershave fills your nose. You shut the door and your wife takes a handful of steps towards the stairway.

"Would you unzip me, my love?"

You lock the front door and approach your wife. You gently move her hair to one side and kiss the back of her neck before grasping the zipper of her tight black dress and slowly pulling down. Your lips follow it, offering soft kisses on her bare skin. She moans at your touch and you feel your loins tingle with desire, the same desire you've felt all night as you've imagined your wife indulging in all manner of pleasure with her bull.

"Did you have a good night?" you ask.

She looks back at you and then reaches up to push the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She pulls it down to her waist, takes a moment to smile, and then works the dress over her curvy hips. It falls to the floor and she says, "I had a great night. The best night I've had in months."

Your wife blows you a kiss and walks up the stairs in her bra, panties, and heels. You see what looks like a hand print on her ass and you smile at the thought of her bull spanking her hard enough to leave a mark. You know that sort of thing - when delivered at the right time, at least - always thrills your beautiful wife.

"Would you bring my dress up?"

You pick up her little black dress and follow your wife up the stairs. You admire her tight ass and long legs with every step and you can't help but imagine her bull doing the same thing. She's a remarkably beautiful, sexy woman. Men stare at her when you're in public. Of course her bull would do the same thing and of course he would feel an unyielding kind of desire for her, just like you feel in this moment.

She stops at the top of the stairs and waits for you to join her. She leans against the wall, takes your hand, and pulls you close. Her lips hover achingly close to yours and again the smell of her perfume and her bull's aftershave fills your nose.

You kiss as your wife guides your hand between her legs. You press your fingers against her panties and feel how wet they are. You picture his cum leaking out of her and soaking the thin black lace. You wonder how many times he came inside her tonight. The thought of it happening even once sends a shudder of pleasure through your body and you moan into her mouth as she sucks on your tongue.

You lean down to kiss her neck but your wife slips away and walks towards the bedroom. You admire the exaggerated sway in her hips and she stops at the door and looks over her shoulder before beckoning you to follow.

You feel love for your wife. Deep, overwhelming love. She could come home, take a shower, and go to sleep. She could tell you that you need to wait until tomorrow to claim your satisfaction. She doesn't, though, and it's not just because she feels a duty to satisfy you. No, she looks forward to this part. She likes it almost as much as getting fucked by her bull. She likes to play with her cuckold after another man has had his way with her.

She steps into the bedroom and you rush after her. She's standing at the edge of the bed and smiling as you enter. You move towards her with haste and lean in to kiss her, but she holds up a finger and stops your lips from reaching hers.

"My dress needs to be on a hanger," she whispers.

You head for the closet and hang up the little black dress. You take a moment to remember when you bought it for her. She was quite taken with how good it looked and had a great deal of fun modeling it for you and reminding you that she wouldn't be wearing it for you, that the dress was only for her bull, that she was the only man she would ever wear it for. When you got home, she let you worship her pussy as you both found such intense arousal in the idea that the dress was just for him.

You return to the bedroom, but your wife has gone. For a moment you're completely and utterly confused, but she returns to the room holding the wooden chair you sometimes sit in when she and her bull fuck in your marital bed. She smiles, places the chair at the foot of the bed, and gestures for you to sit.

You take your place in the chair and she straddles you. Her crotch settles tightly against yours and she runs her fingers through your hair before kissing you. Her tongue slips into your mouth and you run your hands down her back.

"No touching," she whispers. "Not until I give you permission."

You groan - both out of frustration and because it turns you on when she takes control like that - and let your hands fall to your sides. Your wife reaches back and removes her bra, freeing her wondrous breasts and inspiring a deep desire to touch her soft, perky flesh.

She sees you staring and she stands and leans forward until one of her nipples is a hair's breath from your mouth. You want to part your lips, lean forward, and suck on it, but you know better than to do so without her permission.

"He showered my breasts in affection tonight," she says softly. "You know how much he loves them. How he kisses them and touches them. How he sucks on them. How he tells me how perfect they look."

You nod. You've heard him express his affection for her breasts countless times.

"I let him fuck them tonight," she says. "I was on my back. I told him to slide his cock - which had just been in my pussy - between my big tits. I held them close while he fucked them. I kissed and licked the tip when it neared my mouth. You should have seen how much he enjoyed himself, my love. How much it thrilled him to fuck your wife's big tits like that."

Jealousy courses through you. You haven't fucked her tits in years. She likes giving her bull treats that you're not allowed, though. It turns her on. It turns him on, too. You get off on it, though. She knows that. She likes to tell you about the treats she's given him and she likes to feel your dick throb as she does.

"Do you want to kiss them?" she asked. "Do you want to kiss my tits?"

"Yes, please," you say.

"Even though he fucked them? Even though another man's cock was between them and all over them today?"

You smile. "You know that only makes me want to kiss them more."

"Yes, I do, my love," she replies before kissing you softly, her tongue slipping easily into your mouth and pushing deep. "Now worship my breasts."

She offers her breasts and you shower them with love. You kiss. You lick. You suck. You direct your attention to her cleavage, too, and you're fairly certain you can taste the aftermath of his cock, a mixture of precum and pussy juice. You moan as she grinds her pussy over your crotch, generating a wondrous kind of friction that leaves your dick throbbing.

"Your dick is so hard," she whispers as your face remains buried between her breasts. "Do you want to cum, my love?"

"Yes, please," you answer.

She stands up and you move to join her, but your wife holds up her hand and you remain in your seat. She backs up and falls into the bed. Her legs part and you stare between them at the obvious wet spot in her panties.

Your wife grasps her breasts and then her fingers slowly move over her stomach. She rubs her pussy through the delicate lace panties and then slips a hand inside. She arches her back and rolls her head towards the ceiling, moaning softly while you watch her masturbate.

"Please," you say.

She looks at you and smiles. "What's the matter, my love? You like to watch, don't you?"

You remain in the chair as if you're glued to it. You want to rush towards the bed. You do. You want to tear her panties off. You want to devour her pussy. You want to fuck her. You want it all, but there's something so hot about doing as you're told, about letting her have control of how the evening plays out.

"Yes, I do," you say.

She peels off her panties and tosses them aside. Her pussy lips are enflamed. Her pubic hair is matted with what is likely a mixture of her juices and his cum. You can't help but stare at the object of your desire. You want her pussy. You crave it.

Your wife slips three fingers inside her. You watch them disappear. You hear how wet she is. She pulls her fingers free and sucks them clean. They slide in and out of your mouth as you lean forward, your body drawing you closer to that which you crave.

"Strip," she instructs.

You stand and hastily remove your clothes. Once naked, you step towards the bed but your wife holds up a hand and stops you. Just a few feet remain between you and the bed and a few more to her pussy. You're so close, and yet she won't let you get any closer.

She plunges three fingers into her pussy once more. She fucks herself, doing so with vigor and filling the bedroom with such wondrously wet sounds. Her fingers emerge. They're soaked and slippery. They enter her mouth and she sucks them clean once more. She's being spectacularly naughty and you can't help but find it utterly enthralling.

She fingers herself again. This time, though, when she pulls out she points her fingers towards you. "Clean them."

You rush to the bed. You bend over. You take her fingers in your mouth. You suck them clean. You do so vigorously. You watch her smile as you suck on her flesh, as you taste his cum and her juices.

"Stand up and take your cock in your hand," she says.

You stand up straight and masturbate for her. She watches your hand move up and down your stiff shaft as she rubs her clit in slow circles.

"No cumming unless I give you permission," she instructs.

You nod. She plunges her fingers into her pussy. She pushes them deep. She pulls them free. Your wife moves to her knees and shuffles to the foot of the bed. Her fingers find their way into your mouth. You suck them clean. Her tongue follows. You share the taste of her bull's cum and her juices as she fondles your balls while you masturbate.

"Are your balls full, my love? Do they need a release? Do you need to spill your load?"

"Yes, please," you say.

She grabs your ass with one hand and then gives it a swift smack. You cry out from the sudden pain - the surprise of it, really - and she smiles and kisses your neck. She sucks on your flesh, likely leaving a red mark behind, a notion that has put a smile on her face as she backs away.

"Get on your back," she says. "In the bed."

You move to your back as instructed. Your wife climbs on top in a 69 and lowers her pussy to your mouth. She offers no instruction. Her desire to have you clean her cunt is implicit. You push your tongue inside her and she moans as her fingers encircle your cock and offer gentle strokes.

Most of her bull's cum has already leaked out of her, but there's still plenty to clean, and everywhere your tongue goes you taste his cum and her juices. It's sweet and salty. There are some dollops of thick semen remaining and you swallow them as soon as you get them in your mouth.

You feel her lips on the head of your cock. She kisses it as you clean her pussy and flick your tongue over her clit. You moan from the pleasure of her stimulation, but it's nothing compared to when she seals her lips around the shaft and gives you a blowjob.

"Oh, fuck," you say before plunging your tongue inside her once more. Your loins tingle with pleasure and you feel your cock swell up. You wonder if your wife is going to treat you to the joy of cumming in her mouth. The blowjob feels so good that it won't be long before you spill your seed.

She lifts her head before you get there. She arches her back and lowers more of her weight onto your face. You plunge your tongue deeper inside her as it becomes a little more difficult to breathe, though there's something hugely appealing about that.

Your wife climbs off your face. She spins around until she's on her hands and knees next to you. She smiles and runs her index finger through the thin layer of cum and pussy juice that coats your lips, chin, cheeks, and nose.

"Would you like to cum?" she asks.

"Yes, please."

She plunges four fingers into her pussy. She fucks them in and out for a few seconds and then they're wrapped around your cock. She strokes you using her juices and his cum as lube. Pleasure envelops your loins and spreads to the rest of your body. Her lips find yours and you share a deep kiss as she gives you a handjob.

"Does it feel good when I stroke your cock with his cum as lube, my love?"

"It feels incredible. It feels...fuck...I'm close."

She releases your cock. She smiles. "Lift your legs above your head," she says.

You're confused at first, but after a few moments you do as you're told. You roll your legs back until your toes are touching the headboard. You're bent like a pretzel. Your cock is above your face. It doesn't take a genius to know what your wife has planned.

Her fingers find their way to your cock. She strokes you slowly. You stare at the tip. You know what's coming.

"It's been a while since I had a facial," she says. "I think my bull knows well enough not to ask. I was thinking I might offer, though, that I might ask him if he wants to cum all over my pretty face."

You're turned on at the idea of your wife giving that particular treat to her bull.

"Do you think he'd want to do it?" she asks.

"Yes, probably."

She kisses the back of your thigh and strokes you a little faster. "I think he would too. I think I might actually enjoy it. I certainly like being on my knees in front of him. I like sucking his cock. I like making him feel good. I think I might enjoy watching him masturbate as I play with his balls and beg him to cum on my face."

You groan. There's something hot about the idea of your wife begging for a facial from her bull.

"I want you to beg, my love," she says. "Beg for a facial. Beg for me to cum on your face."

Arousal courses through your body. It's humiliating. That's what makes it so fucking hot, though. The fact that it's utterly unexpected - that it came from her imagination - makes it incredibly sexy, too.

"Please, cum on my face," you say. "Give me a facial. Make a mess of my face."

She smiles. "Because you're a cum slut, my love? Because you're a filthy little cum slut?"

You nod. "Yes, because I'm a cuckold cum slut!"

She strokes you faster. "Cum for me, cuckold. Give yourself a facial. Make yourself a cum slut. A filthy little cum slut!"

Your loins tense up and then pleasure envelops your body. You close your eyes and cum on your face. You feel hot streaks of semen across your forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, and chin. You feel some on your neck, too. You make a spectacular mess and it feels so fucking good, especially with your wife moaning and cooing like it's the hottest thing she's ever seen.

She gently unfolds your body until your legs rest on the bed. She kisses the tip of your cock and you smile as a deep sense of post-orgasmic relaxation spreads through you.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asks.

Your eyes are still closed as you can feel a bit of cum on your eyelids. "I did. I enjoyed being a cum slut."

You feel her straddle your chest. "I enjoyed it too. So much so that I need to cum again. I'm going to sit on your face to do so. I'm going to use my pussy to gather your cum and you're going to lick it all up. Just like a good cum slut."

You don't get a chance to answer. Instead, she sits on your face, rubs her pussy all over it to gather up your cum, and then puts your mouth to work.

You wouldn't argue, though. You like making your wife happy, even if it's relatively gross, like licking your cum off her pussy and thighs. It's nasty, but it feels so good to do exactly as she desires.