Her Cuckold Has to Use a Condom

You're already hard by the time your wife emerges from the closet in the same delicate black bra and panty set she wore for her bull last weekend.

That night, you were on your knees at the foot of the bed as she looked at you, smiled, and then crawled into bed with the man who satisfies her sexual desires.

Tonight, it's your desires she intends on satisfying. That's why she told you to strip, why she said it was okay if you played with your cock while she changed into something naughty.

"Look at how hard you are," she says with a smile.

"You know I always get hard for you," you reply.

She stops at the foot of the bed, rubs her pussy through her panties and then crawls into bed. She runs her hands up your legs and gently grasps your balls. She plays with them as her lips find your stomach. Your wife plants soft kisses against your skin and you feel the tip of your cock brush against her breasts, eliciting a moan.

"Mmm, does my baby want to fuck me?" she asks. "Do you want to be inside me?"

"More than anything," you reply.

She takes your cock in her hand, looks up, and smiles. Your beautiful wife holds your gaze as she strokes you slowly and asks, "It wasn't that long ago that I was wearing this naughty lingerie set while I was between my bull's legs, while I had his big cock in my hand."

Your dick surges as a memory of that night plays in your hand. You see your wife between his legs. You see her hand moving up and down his shaft as you watch from your place on the floor. You hear him moan. You hear your wife tell him how eager she is to have his cock inside her, how wet her pussy is for him, how desperately she's missed him.

"Of course, I can't wrap my fingers all the way around his cock," she says as you take note of how easily her fingers wrap around your cock. "It's different with you, though. It's much easier to grasp your dick."

She bites her lower lip and kisses your stomach. Her lips move over your flesh, inching ever closer to your dick. Your pulse races as you're filled with a sudden sense of desperate hope that your wife might take you in her mouth and suck your cock like she did with her bull last weekend.

She takes you in her mouth. Warmth and wetness surround your stiff flesh as you watch your cock disappear. Her nose is buried in your pubic hair for a moment before she pulls back, sucking hard while doing so and sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through your body.

"Oh my god," you say.

Your cock falls from her mouth and your wife looks up and smiles as she strokes your spit-soaked shaft. "Did it feel good to be in my mouth?"

"Yes," you reply with a smile and a nod.

"He likes being in my mouth, too," she says softly. "He likes it when I suck his cock. I think he really likes that a married woman sucks his cock in front of her husband. You can't blame him for that though, can you?"

You shake your head. What man wouldn't enjoy getting his dick sucked by someone else's wife?

She slowly crawls forward while kissing your body. Her lips are soft and warm and every kiss is seductive as your dick throbs. Eventually, her lips find yours and her tongue slips into your mouth. She moans softly and runs her fingers through your hair before caressing your face as you grab her ass and squeeze it through the impossibly soft fabric of her panties.

"Do you remember how I kissed you last weekend?" she asks.

"I loved that kiss," you reply.

She kissed you after sucking her bull's cock. She turned, crawled to the foot of the bed, and pulled your lips to hers. She pushed your tongue into her mouth and shared the taste of his cock and precum with you and it made your dick throb.

"I'm a good hotwife, aren't I?" she asks.

"The absolute best," you reply.

Her smile is bright and beautiful. You run your hand between her legs and press your fingers against her pussy. You feel the warmth and wetness soaking through her panties. She's turned on. Turned on because she's in bed with her cuckold, because this sort of play arouses both of you.

"I want you," you say.

"I know you do," she replies with a smile. "How long has it been since I let you have me?"

"Two weeks."

Her smile gets bigger. A little bit of denial turns her on, especially when it makes you desperate. You tend to be a more attentive husband when you're desperate, too, a quality that every woman adores.

"Do you dream of my pussy?" she asks. "Do you fantasize about it? Do you imagine how good it will feel when I let you have it again?"

You nod.

"And when he's fucking me? When his cock is inside me, do you dream of fucking me?"

"Sometimes," you answer. "Sometimes, though, I just like to watch."

She kisses you softly. "And you know that when I have him I don't really need your cock, do I?"

"That's right," you say as arousal courses through you. You love that your wife has a bull that satisfies her desires, that makes your cock unnecessary. You love that she's generous enough to still fuck you from time to time, though.

"I'm a very generous hotwife for letting you inside me, aren't I?" she asks.

"The most generous," you reply.

She sits up, scoots her hips back until she's sitting across your upper thighs, and takes your dick in her hand. She lubes you with the precum at the tip and strokes you slowly with a lusty look on her face.

"I'm going to let you enjoy my pussy tonight," she says. "You've earned it."

Every stroke of her hand feels fantastic. It's been two weeks since you had her, but it's also been two weeks since she let you orgasm and you're desperate. The pleasure is intense, though, which is why the denial always feels worth it.

Your wife releases your cock, sits back, and pulls off her panties. You catch a glimpse of her pussy and see the glistening wetness between her labia. A wave of desire washes over you as you consider tossing your wife onto her back and thrusting inside her.

"You want me, don't you?" she asks. "I can see it in your eyes. You want to ravage me. To take me. To fuck me like you own me."

She's right. You want to take her. To ravage her. To fuck her wildly.

"I like that you want me like that," she says. "I also like that you know that I'm in control tonight, that your job is to lie there and let me make you feel good."

Your wife takes off her bra, leaving her naked and utterly flawless between your legs. She crawls forward and kisses you as her pussy hovers over your cock. You resist the urge to grab her hips and pull her down onto you, instead running your hands over the smooth, warm skin of her back.

"I'm going to let you have my pussy, but there's just one more thing I have to do," she whispers.

Your wife kisses you again before leaning over, pulling open the nightstand drawer, and removing a box of condoms you've never seen before. She pulls one out, tosses the box aside, and slides back until she's sitting across your thighs once more.

She tears open the wrapper and pulls out the thin, lubricated condom.

"What's that for?" you ask.

Your wife chuckles. "For you, silly."

"But...you're on birth control. I don't need...I don't wear condoms," you reply.

She smiles and rolls the condom down your cock. Her touch feels good. The pressure she applies is like getting a handjob. It's not what you want, though. It doesn't make any damn sense, either.

"You didn't wear condoms," she says. "But now you do."

Your wife strokes your cock in the condom. It feels different than before but there's something oddly pleasurable about it.

"But why?" you ask.

She crawls forward, takes your condom-wrapped cock inside her, and leans down to kiss you as her pussy swallows your shaft. It starts as a slow, sensual kiss, but her tongue moves deeper in your mouth and suddenly she's riding you and moaning.

Then she stops. She sits up and puts her hands on your chest. "It still feels good, doesn't it?" she asks.

"Yes," you answer. "But...I still don't understand. Why do I have to wear condoms?"

She smiles. "Because you don't deserve to cum inside me."

Your cock surges in the condom. Your hips thrust upwards as you seek pleasure at the surprisingly naughty thrill of her words.

"He deserves to cum inside me," she says. "But you don't."

It feels so good. "Why?" you ask.

She grinds her hips back and forth, doing so slowly but offering a wealth of pleasure in the process. "Because he fucks me so much better than you do."

You run your hands up her sides and grasp her breasts. She moans as you play with the soft, perky flesh. You imagine her bull's hands on them. You imagine the way she moans while he's fucking her and playing with her tits.

"You understand, don't you?" she asks. "You understand why he deserves to cum in your wife's pussy and you don't, right?"

"Yes," you say.

She leans down and kisses your neck. "Plus, I like the idea of rewarding him for being so much better than you. I like the idea of him getting to have something that my husband doesn't. I like him being the only one that gets to unleash his seed in my pussy."

"Oh...fuck..."

"I think you like it too," she says.

Your wife sits up again and smiles at you. She arches her back and leans forward a little. Her tits look incredible as she begins to bounce her pussy on your cock, riding you with greater vigor and bathing your cock in the bliss of cuckold-fueled sex with the woman you love.

"I think you like that you're no longer allowed to cum in my pussy," she says. "I think you love it. I think you love that you hotwife has banned her cuck husband from having unprotected sex with her. I think you love that you're going to be denied cumming in my pussy for as long as I'm with my bull."

"Really?" you ask as both angst and arousal fill your body.

She nods and rides you faster. "I can't see any reason why I'd let you cum inside me as long as I have him. His cum belongs in my pussy. Your cum belongs in that condom, which belongs in the trash."

You're seconds away. It feels so fucking good. She's giving you what you crave, what she knows you crave.

"Oh, fuck, I'm close," you cry out.

"Cum for me, cuckold," she says. "Cum for me while I think about my bull cumming in my married pussy! Cum for me while I think about him seeding my tight little cunt as often as he wants! Cum for me and then I'll throw your cum in the trash!"

You cum. You cum hard. You cum harder than you've cum in months. You cum while a bright, beautiful smile breaks across your wife's face as she grinds her hips back and forth, luring every bit of pleasure out of you.

"Jesus. Fuck...that was...that was incredible," you say.

"Yeah?" she asks. "You liked that?"

"Fuck yes," you answer.

She leans down and kisses you. "I was hoping you would. And I loved that look on your face as you came. So hot."

"Can I make you cum?" you ask.

She nods, lifts her pussy from your cock, and drags her hips forward until she's sitting on your face.

You feel like the luckiest man in the world. You just had a great orgasm and now your wife is sitting on your face and riding your mouth. It's good to be a cuckold. It's good to have a hotwife like her.