Perfect Cuck Husband
By PrettyBully.
But I had long accepted his lack in this department and resigned myself to a life without it, as he fought hard to make up for it in every other area.
Everything I deserved, desired, and more is mine; often, he would provide before I even had to ask. Often spending whole evenings sitting on the floor at my feet, endlessly rubbing and massaging them. Every occasion is decadent to its full potential. Each birthday, anniversary, and Valentine’s Day is filled with meticulously planned indulgent spa retreats, trips, and restaurants, never missed.
So it struck me as particularly odd that, as Valentine’s Day approached, he came to me with flowers, a beautiful tennis bracelet, and a stumbling apology. I was furious. He had to go away on a work trip and would not be with me to celebrate. As always, I would be getting treated. A four-day spa retreat was booked with all the extras, but I would be enjoying it alone.
Impossible. He always had these things thought out. This couldn’t happen; it felt off, and a furious suspicion bristled through my body. He’d never given me reason not to trust him. He was truly wrapped around my finger, so I decided to let it slide just this once and simply give him a little cold shoulder. That reliably had him whimpering and begging and even better, always resulted in a shower of luxurious, thoughtful gifts headed my way…
Valentine’s Day morning came, and he leaned down and kissed me as I relaxed back into the seat of my Uber. His hand slid up my thigh as he looked into my eyes with an unusual glint in his own. “I want you to really enjoy all of the treats you have coming today, my beautiful goddess. I hope this trip gives you everything you’ve been needing for a long time”.
I was having a hard time reading him today; he seemed flustered, horny, and desperate for me, but was certainly holding something back.
I smirked at him and leaned close into his space. My hand copied his, sliding up his leg. Reaching his crotch, my hand found his balls, and I grasped and squeezed firmly. A playful panic crossed his face, and he watched my expression change to deadly seriousness. “You be a good boy while you are away. I don’t know what you have planned yet, but don’t assume I don’t know that you’re up to something.”
He stayed stunned and silent as I pulled him in painfully by the grip I had on his crotch. One last rough, warning kiss, and I shoved him out the car door and closed it. Buckling myself in as we pulled off along our driveway, I closed my eyes, bathing in the thought of soaking away every last stress in the spa.
It was perfect. The location was stunning, the room was grand, and the spa facilities were extensive. I didn’t put my clothes away in the large double-door closet in that room. Swiftly after arriving, I exit my big and beautiful room, skimpy bikini in hand, and head over to the spa. A massage first, just what I need after a long car journey. I let my mind wander, picturing the firmly massaging hands stroking up and down my oiled body, taking it further. Tingles shot down my stomach, and my pussy began to throb and ache as I thought about how easy it would be to take a big, throbbing dick right now. Vividly imagining the sensation of it slipping between my oil-slicked ass cheeks. My need was building so hot I almost came from thoughts alone. I struggled hard, wrestling to hold myself back. I promised to treat myself later to multiple screaming orgasms in the privacy of my own room. I had brought with me everything I needed to fuck myself as thoroughly as I could take.
First, I would follow my favourite self-care ritual… a quick swim, then a ‘sweat it out’ session in the hot sauna. After my swim, I emerged from the water, my body dripping water like a scene from Baywatch. My nipples hardened from the sudden cold and tingled as they caressed against the wet, clinging fabric of my bikini. Opening the door to the sauna, that glorious heat hit me, and luckily there alone, so I stretched my whole toned body out over a bench.
My body relaxed into the warmth as I lay back, dripping wetness onto the hot bench. Without conscious thought, my fingers began tracing their way up from my thigh. The driving heat made my skin blush, and that aching need returned to my pussy in sudden, rushing tsunami waves. I couldn’t help myself, my fingers began to rub firmly but discreetly up against my clit. Back arching from pleasure, my other hand found its way to my small pierced nipple and pinched hard as my pleasure started to peak. My pussy grew needier and wetter by the second, and everything I felt was rising to a climax. Right then, the door to the sauna opened. A cold rush of air hit me and stole the moment.
I shifted my position, quickly hiding what I had been up to from whoever was coming in. My hand pulled away from between my legs just as two men entered, loudly chatting away to each other with deep, confident voices. Muscular, manly, and clearly pumped from a light workout. They looked me up and down, smiling and glancing at each other as they found a spot on the opposite bench. I was unsure whether the person who entered first might suspect what I’d been up to. Had he caught a glimpse before I had time to react? The way he was eyeing me told me he did. I tried to play it off and lie back to enjoy the rest of my time in the sauna.
I couldn’t help spreading my legs a little and posing myself into a teasing view for them, soaking up the attention. Pleasure pulsed in my pussy as I could see them both enjoy me more and more, trying less and less to hide their staring. I could tell I was pushing them both as they both began to rearrange their swim trunks casually. Slowly and cautiously, they rubbed up against their obviously hardening cocks. My heart pounded as I pictured how big and beautiful they might be. I wondered if they might feel like sliding into my tight holes and what limits I’d be willing to push myself past to take every inch. I bit down on my lower lip in a half-successful attempt to stop myself from moaning at the thought.
Between my feral pussy screaming out for a ruthless fucking, and the two horny men’s eyes locked on me now barely hiding their slow strokes up and down, I knew I had to call it here. If I didn’t… who knows where this could lead. So, like a good wife, I hopped down from the bench and sauntered out of the steam room, leaving my fantasy behind once again.
Back in my hotel room, I attempt to shower off some of the mindfucking frustration I had pent up inside me. Then I wrapped my still-wet and naked body in a robe and pulled my favourite vibrating dildo out of my suitcase. Falling back onto the bed, I spread my legs and committed immediately to fucking myself just right. Rubbing up against my clit instantly revved me into overdrive. My pussy had been wet for hours at this point and eagerly accepted every inch I drove deep, over and over.
Once again, the threat of an earth-shattering orgasm began to grip me. So I pounded myself harder, shaking, sweating, and moaning. So close, so fucking close.
Then a knock at the door ruined all of my hard work once again. It took me a few seconds to gather myself as I unwillingly slid the dildo from my pussy, switched it off, and tucked it beneath the pillow. Still slightly dazed from my heavy session, I covered myself with my robe and walked to the door. I hadn’t ordered any room service and had left the do not disturb sign out, so who was it?
Standing still and quiet behind it, I heard two loud, deep voices I recognised at the door. Confusion, excitement, and anticipation swirl up inside me, somehow only making me more aroused. How did they find my room? Had my little display earlier been enough to lead them on to believe the offer of a long, hard, passionate threesome was on the cards? Should I pretend I’m not here or open the door? My pussy throbbed at the idea of receiving such a forward offer, but I assured myself I would turn it down as I readied myself to confront them.
Counting to three I I opened the door. As I did so, my robe fell open, nearly exposing my sweet, perky tits. I made the bold choice not to fix it and looked up into the lusty eyes of the two already shirtless men standing at my hotel room door. They were both in their late twenties, attractive, and cocky in their demeanour. Both had a strong, commanding presence, chiseled jawlines, and short, dark hair.
“Yes? Can I help you?” My eyebrow raises as I ask them both, trying to remain at least somewhat composed. Suspense hangs in the air before they answer, and I steel myself to be a good wife as my love for my husband wrestles with my burning, overpowering needs.
Their response couldn’t come soon enough. They looked at each other and laughed. The slightly more muscular of the two replied, “We had found you in a horny mess earlier, and look at you now, you still look like you definitely need a good fucking, you hot little slut. Your husband was right. You’re really going to love this.”
He hadn’t even finished speaking before they pushed through the door and closed it behind them. I backed up a few steps until I pressed up against the wall. Still, their bodies were threateningly close to mine as they loomed over me.
He had mentioned my husband, and my thoughts raced as I put the pieces together. My heart fluttered with excitement as my battling emotions called an immediate ceasefire. “My husband asked you to come for me?” I asked them shyly. Too nervous to look up at them, my gaze was evasive until a firm hand grabbed my chin, roughly forcing my head up.
“Here’s how it is gorgeous, we’ve been talking to your husband, and he’s a good guy. He knows you need more than you’re getting at home. I know you know just what I mean, don’t you, darlin’? He wants you to know you’re free to let us take care of you however you need.”
His strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, closing the small distance between our bodies. I let it happen.
“Option one, we can both fuck you the way you really need it, then you can put something pretty on, and we can take you downstairs for dinner. Or if you want to be a good girl and take the boring route, we can come back later and take you down to the restaurant. Either way, your husband wants to know you’ll have the perfect evening. So what’s it going to be, princess?”
His hand slid down to paw at my ass cheek as he asked the question. My pussy had made her choice, and I spoke without hesitation. “You can stay.”
I couldn’t believe I was here in this kind of situation, let alone choosing to let it happen. But I needed this, I deserved this, it’s not wrong if he knows right? I reassured myself as the feel of his large, hard cock pressing into me pulled my attention. I just had to touch it. I could feel my inner slut fighting her way out of me, taking over as I looked up, met his intense gaze, and slid a hand down into his boxers. Wrapping firmly around his thick cock, I knew everything I had been so longingly fantasising about was right there in this man’s trousers.
I wanted more now, fuck, I needed more now. He kissed me deeply, forcing his tongue inside my mouth, biting at my lip, as the second guy came closer.
Opening my robe as he stepped forward, fully displaying me, he began exploring my pussy with his fingers. I wondered who was bigger and didn’t want to waste time finding out. My hands pushed past the elastic of his boxers and found my answer. His was just as long and just as rock hard but significantly thicker. Stroking them both with the same rhythm, all three of us began breathing heavier. The pleasure of every breathy moan pushed any doubt far from my mind.
The man who had talked me into all of this picked me up, carrying me over to the bed. Roughly setting me down, they both began pulling off their trousers and boxers. Big, hard dicks sprang free and bounced against their thick thighs as they prepared themselves to take me. I sat, kneeling on the bed, waiting for them to destroy me. I wanted and needed this so badly. The whore inside me had fully taken over my mind. Both stroking their hard cocks they came towards the bed, it seemed like they knew just what they wanted.
One rough hand grabbed me by the throat, choking me, sending a panicked pleasure racing through my body. “I want to hear you say your pussy is ours. Tell us how you want to get fucked tonight slut.”
His words pushed me over the edge. The nastiest replies came flooding to me. Words filled with every dirty fantasy I had conjured in my most frenzied and frustrated states. Despite this, the situation left me nearly speechless, and I didn’t know which to choose. I looked up with feigned innocence in my eyes and said the sluttiest thing I could pull out of my dizzy mind.
“This pussy is yours. I want to be such a good little slut for you both. I want you to use me, and fuck me, and I want to take as much as I can, and then I want you to force me to beg you for more.”
The hand wrapped around my throat released as he smiled, “What a good little slut you are.” his thumb pushed past my lips and pushed its way deep into my mouth. “Suck it.”
Like an obedient whore I did what I was told, my tongue swirling around his thumb as I sucked it. While they both pumped their throbbing cocks, the quieter one began to play with my pussy again, teasingly circling my clit with firm fingers. Occasionally, stopping to drive his fingers deep inside me, the sudden swapping between one pleasure and the other was driving me feral.
The thumb in my mouth pushed cruelly down my throat, making my eyes water before suddenly pulling out. His fingers wrapped through my hair, grabbing it sharply, giving a vicious tug before guiding me down to his thick, wanting cock.
Bending down to please him, my eyes greedily glanced towards the large closet in the room. Expecting a decadent reflection of unfolding filth in the large mirror on the closet door conveniently opposite the bed…
I noticed the door was ajar.
Strange. I was sure I hadn’t bothered to open it.
The thought quickly left my mind, and the forceful, hard griping my hair continued to push. It wasn’t until my lips met the tip that I grasped the true size of his monster. I held it by the base and licked my tongue over the tip. Bulging so big it seemed like the first inch would fill my mouth. Scared and doubting myself, I looked up into his eyes. Silently, I was begging for mercy, knowing that’s not what I really wanted, and definitely not what I was going to get.
Seemly feeling left out of the fun, the other guy grasped my wrist, guiding my free hand to pump his impossibly thick cock. It felt so fucking good to have all this hard throbbing cock to work. As my confidence peaked, I also felt my mind melting. My hips bucked and rocked back and forth uncontrollably. My pussy begged to have them deep inside me. Then the grip on my hair grew tighter and pushed me forward, forcing an unfathomable amount of cock to hit deep in the back of my throat. Drool dripped down my chin, had to fight hard to keep up as he fucked my throat relentlessly.
That’s when I heard a poorly stifled orgasmic moan. That was a moan I knew immediately. One I’d known for years. It came from the closet, I was certain.
I pulled back from the cock I was sucking and looked over to sight that confirmed my suspicions. The closet door was open even wider now, and ever so slightly… moving.
Everything quickly made sense—that filthy little pervert. My loving husband was hiding, watching, and getting off to his own wife receiving more pleasure from two strange men than he could even hope to give.
The End.
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