A Quick Cuckolding Before Work

“Wake up honey,” Grant’s wife Amy whispered.

He stirred and rolled over. She reached out and gently rubbed his shoulder.

“Honey, it’s time to wake up,” she said.

Grant opened his eyes. He looked up at his beautiful wife, who somehow looked radiant despite having woken up just a few minutes ago. Her blonde hair looked soft and shiny and her smile seemed to make her eyes sparkle.

Grant looked at the clock and saw that it was almost an hour before he usually got up. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“I need you to wake up, honey. Ben wants to swing by before he has to go to work,” Amy said.

Some of the fog cleared from Grant’s mind as he realized that his wife was kicking him out of the bedroom because her boyfriend was coming over for a morning quickie.

“You know I can’t turn him down,” Amy said. “You know how I love to make him happy.” She bit her lower lip playfully and smiled. “You know I’ll invite you in after he’s done to clean me.”

Amy was right on every account and Grant loved it all. He loved that she was obsessed with her boyfriend. He loved that she wanted to make him happy. Most of all, he loved that Amy always rewarded him with a chance to reclaim her with his tongue.

“I do know all of those things, and you know I’ll always make way for you to have fun with Ben,” Grant said as he smiled and tossed the sheets aside.

Before he could get out of the bed, Amy leaned closer and held his head in her hands. “Thank you so much, honey. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.” She gave Grant a soft kiss on the forehead before releasing him.

Oddly, Grant found the kiss on the forehead rather arousing. It wasn’t because it was particularly sexy, though. It was precisely because of how un-sexy it was. It made it seem perfectly obvious that Amy was already preoccupied with the idea of Ben coming over, that thoughts of making love to him had superseded any erotic thoughts related to Grant.

“It’s my pleasure, believe me,” Grant said as he stood up and walked to the bathroom.

That part was undeniably true. Grant found it immensely pleasurable that his wife was waking him up early and kicking him out of bed so she could spend the morning making love to her boyfriend.

After emptying his bladder and throwing on a pair of sweatpants, Grant smiled at Amy and said, “Have fun.”

“You know I always do,” Amy said before falling to her back and smiling like a giddy schoolgirl about to see the boy she had a huge crush on.

Grant ambled to the kitchen and let the usual feelings of lust and jealousy sink in. Both were a little more powerful as he poured a cup of coffee. There was something about being woken up and kicked out of his bed in favor of another man that tapped directly into everything he loved about cuckolding, along with a healthy dose of the things about it that hurt a little.

Amy had already unlocked the door, so when Ben arrived he let himself in and headed straight back to the bedroom. Grant made sure he was tucked into the kitchen. It was always a little easier not to directly acknowledge the man that had come to their house to fuck his wife.

“I missed you so much,” Amy said as she met Ben at the door to their bedroom.

“I missed you too, babe,” Ben said as Grant poked his head out of the kitchen to look down the hallway.

He saw his wife wrap her arms around another man and pull him into the bedroom. He saw that Amy didn’t bother to close the door. She almost never did. She wanted to give Grant the chance to listen or even watch a little if he could be discrete enough.

Amy had been clear that unless he was explicitly invited to sit in the bedroom and watch as she fucked her boyfriend that Grant was not to invite himself in. He could sneak a few glances through the open door, but he wasn’t to stand in the doorway to masturbate as he enjoyed the show.

If he was home, Grant always listened. He couldn’t resist. Every time Amy and Ben fucked it was like she was making his fantasies come to life and he hadn’t yet gotten even close to being sick of it. If anything, it had gotten a great deal hotter as his wife had developed a closer relationship with the man she’d begun referring to as her boyfriend.

Grant put his coffee on the kitchen counter and walked towards the bedroom. It was like his cock had turned into a divining rod that was guiding him towards the greatest source of arousal in the house.

When he reached the door, Grant settled against the wall and peered into the bedroom. He saw Amy and Ben in the bed. They were kissing softly and slowly, like the familiar lovers they’d become. They were taking their time and letting the desire build up.

Grant watched Ben’s hand move up his wife’s shirt. He listened as Amy moaned while another man played with her perky breasts. He saw Amy’s hand move between Ben’s legs to grasp what must have been an erection.

Their kissing intensified as their arousal grew, and Grant felt his lust to masturbate grow alongside her wife and her boyfriend.

Amy pulled off her shirt and Ben’s lips found their way to her nipples in an instant. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and moaned as another man sucked on her breasts while Grant watched from the doorway. His cock throbbed, making a tent in his sweatpants as he watched his wife make his fantasy a reality once again.

Ben sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off before yanking down the skimpy pajama shorts Amy had on. He looked at her pussy, smiled, and said, “Is that wetness for me?”

“Of course it is,” Amy answered. “Who else would it be for?”

Amy sat up and kissed her boyfriend. “You’re the only man I truly crave,” she whispered.

Grant suspected that was for his and Ben’s benefit. It certainly thrilled him, and by the look on Ben’s face he enjoyed that another man’s wife was openly expressing that she craved his cock more than any other.

“Yeah? You crave me?” Ben said as his fingers moved between Amy’s legs.

She moaned in response to her boyfriend’s touch. “Yes, Ben. I crave you. I crave you every day,” she said.

Ben leaned forward and kissed her neck as he pushed two fingers inside her. “What do you crave?” he asked in a low whisper.

Amy deftly loosened his belt and unbuttoned his pants so she could push her hand inside them. Grant watched as his wife grasped another man’s cock in his bed.

“I crave you, Ben. I need you. I need you to satisfy me, to fill me, to fuck me like no man has ever fucked me before,” Amy said as she stroked her boyfriend’s cock.

They kissed as Grant watched. He knew they were close. Soon, Ben’s cock would be inside Amy’s pussy. Soon, she would be making love to another man in their bed; in the bed that he’d slept in last night; in the bed she’d kicked him out of that morning.

Ben picked Amy up and dropped her on her back before swiftly pulling off his pants and tossing them onto the bedroom floor.

He gave the beautiful blonde a ravenous look before kissing his way up her body. He was generous with her breasts and Amy moaned. Grant knew she loved having her nipples kissed and licked and Ben seemed especially good at it.

Their eyes locked as Ben moved on top of her, guided his cock to her pussy, and pushed himself inside her. Amy closed her eyes and pushed her hips forward to meet him as he filled her.

“Fuck me, Ben,” she said in a voice that barely carried far enough for Grant to hear it.

From his point of view, it looked more like lovemaking. Ben’s thrusts were slow and deep as they shared tender kisses. Amy moaned into her boyfriend’s mouth as her legs wrapped around him. She pulled him close and their bodies seemingly melded as Grant watched it all unfold from the doorway.

From experience, Grant knew Ben wasn’t a quick cummer. Even on a morning like this where he was coming over to have sex before going to work, it wasn’t likely to be a five minute experience.

Because of that, Grant moved into the office that was right next to the master bedroom. He stripped naked, laid on the couch, and closed his eyes while wrapping his fingers around his throbbing erection.

Loud, lusty moans of pleasure drifted from the room next door as Grant let visions of his wife and her boyfriend fucking fill his head. He’d watched often enough to know exactly what it looked like. He’d seen how beautiful they looked together, how it seemed in some ways like they were made for each other.

As Amy had her first orgasm, Grant thought of how happy his wife had been since Ben entered their lives. At first he’d found it painful because it was overwhelming confirmation of his inadequacy in the bedroom. He simply wasn’t able to provide her with the kind of pleasure Ben did. When it became clear that Amy had no intention of leaving him, Grant embraced his inadequacy. He embraced being a cuckold and doubled down on using his tongue to make his wife feel good. He also embraced the joy of cleaning her after Ben had been inside her.

As the thought of cleaning his wife’s cum-filled pussy entered his head, Grant had to stop masturbating. He’d done it countless times and it still turned him on immensely. It felt like the epitome of cuckolding and he cherished getting to do it, especially since Amy seemed to find such joy in it too.

Almost thirty minutes after he first entered her, Ben unloaded inside Amy. Grant heard it from the office. He heard her boyfriend’s loud moans and his wife’s joyful cry at the fact that the man she’d gotten sexually hooked on was cumming inside her once more.

Grant smiled as he imagined Ben and Amy cuddling and kissing in bed, just as they always did. He imagined the other man’s cock softening inside his wife. He imagined Amy playfully begging Ben to stay a little longer so he could fuck her again and the other man kissing her passionately and saying he wished he could stay.

Grant then hopped off the couch, got dressed, and waited out of sight of the doorway so Ben could leave. It wasn’t long before he heard the front door shut.

“Grant, honey, I need you,” Amy called out.

That was how she always invited him back into their bedroom.

Grant rushed out of the office and into his bedroom. He saw Amy’s joyful smile and then his eyes drifted south as she parted her legs and showed off the pussy that another man had just spent half an hour fucking.

“Were you listening?” she asked.

Grant nodded. “I watched a little bit, too.”

“Did it make your cock hard?”

Grant nodded again as he moved towards his wife.

“Did you listen to how hard he made me cum, honey? Did you listen to another man making your wife cum in your bed?”

Grant felt weak in the knees as arousal flooded his body. He loved his wife. He loved that she was giving him exactly what he needed, that she was fulfilling his part of the cuckold fantasy after she’d enjoyed her pleasure.

“Did you fantasize about getting to clean your wife’s pussy?” Amy asked.

“Yes,” Grant said as he stood at the edge of the bed.

“Is that what you want? Do you want to clean Ben’s cum from my pussy?”

“Yes, I do,” Grant admitted.

Amy smiled as she reached down and spread her pussy lips. Grant saw the thick white fluid inside her. He saw Ben’s seed.

“You may clean me,” she whispered.

Grant felt an overwhelming sense of joy as he crawled between his wife’s legs and licked another man’s cum from her pussy. He felt love, lust, and pure happiness as he tasted the salty, slightly sweet seed of his wife’s boyfriend.

Amy moaned and grabbed his hair. She pulled him closer with just a hint of aggressiveness that he found intoxicating.

“That’s it, honey. Clean his mess,” she said.

Grant’s favorite part was that she was going to cum again, just like she always did when he cleaned her out. She wasn’t just giving him a treat. She found it genuinely arousing that he was eagerly licking her up her boyfriend’s cum.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” Amy said, this time much sooner than usual.

After her orgasm, Grant looked up at his wife. He had another man’s cum in his stomach and a thick layer of the juices from Amy’s pussy on his face. He was as happy as could be.

“I’d like you to wait until tonight to have an orgasm. Could you do that for me?”Amy asked.

“Absolutely,” Grant said.

He wanted to cum. Desperately, in fact. He knew it would be fun to wait all day, though. He knew it would lead to him thinking about his wife and her boyfriend fucking while he was at work, that he’d spend his entire day in a state of arousal. He wanted that even more than he wanted to cum.

“Good,” Amy said as she leaned forward, brought Grant’s lips to hers, and kissed him softly. “Let’s take a shower, then.”

Grant stared at her ass as Amy led him to the bathroom. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was.