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A Pussy Full Of Cum: A Cuckold's Story free porn video
[ For many, many cuckolds, the thought of another man's sperm inside their wife's pussy drives them wild. So, for those cuck-husbands, who love that sort of thing...here's a scenario that I hope you like! ]
Cindy, my wife of going on 15 years, has other men she occasionally goes out with and fucks. She doesn't do this behind my back. I've known for quite some time that Cindy was never going to be the 'good little wife' that is the typical, standard scenario of most marriages; and I accepted that. Besides, I love her so much, that to protest, or even forbid her to not fuck other men, would likely end in our divorce; and this was something I didn't wish to occur.
In fact, I was a cuckold even before we stood up in front of the minister and said our wedding vows! Even our honeymoon was unlike the typical one. We flew out to Reno, Nevada and had our ceremony in one of those wedding chapels Reno is often known for (besides the casinos). The service we selected was one that actually offered a 'cuckold wedding' ceremony; complete with vows specially tailored for such an occasion. What was more, and for an extra fee, we chose to include two Bulls who would accompany Cindy and I back to our hotel and 'consum; listen;mate' our new marriage as a cuckold relationship. That meant that I would not be having sex with Cindy, but that the two Bulls we had hired, would!
As I think back on this (two years ago now) one of the strongest memories I have of that special day is seeing Cindy's face as we stood together as the minister officiating the ceremony recited their lines. I glanced at Cindy, squeezed her hand, and as I did, she turned to look at me---and she smiled. But it wasn't just a smile. There was more to it than a simple facial reflex that most smiles are. There was something---eager, even playful about the way she smiled at me; and as she squeezed my hand in return, my cock stirred behind my zipper at the knowledge that she would soon be in bed with the two Bull studs, who stood, one on either side of us, watching and listening. For our wedding ceremony to be an actual cuckold wedding in fact, and not merely as a fantasy, it would be necessary for me to uninvolved sexually with Cindy. I could be with her; I could watch; I could listen; I could chat; I could take whatever photographs, or videos, I wanted; but above all---I would have NO sexual contact with Cindy at all. Only the two Bulls would do that; and then, and only then, could we truly say that we were a cuckold married couple.
The ceremony was fairly brief. Perhaps no more than 15 to 20 minuets, tops; and that was fine with us. What was important was that all the legal paperwork would be in order for us to be a legally constituted marriage; recognized by not only the state of Nevada, but everywhere else.
When the minister asked me if took Cindy as my lawfully wedded wife, and I said "I do" without the slightest hesitation; I was fully aware of the two Bulls standing there with us, and my cock grew stiff at the very thought of them taking my new wife to bed; and, by doing so, 'consummate' our marriage AS a cuckold couple; and the excitement washed over me in a powerful way.
At the hotel, as the four of us rode up the elevator to our room, the two Bulls began kissing Cindy, and fondling her. They didn't show the slightest uncomfortableness with me being there; and that excited me. As the elevator made it's way up, my cock was making a wet spot behind my zipper; and my pulse was chugging hard. I could feel it in my neck, as well as in my chest. The sight, and the sounds, of these two men eagerly taking Cindy for their own, was some of the most exhilarating feelings I'd had so far; but there there was more to follow.
In the room itself is where things really heated up to a considerable degree!
I'm no longer sure how long our two Bulls were with Cindy and I that night. It had to be many, many hours. I'm pretty sure they didn't leave until sometime well after two 'o' clock in the morning; and by then, they had fucked my wife many times. I remember thanking them both as they eventually got dressed to leave. The words simply came out of my mouth unbidden, and unscripted. They smiled; somewhat smugly perhaps, but that merely excited me even more.
After closing the door to our room, I turned to where Cindy laid sprawled across the rumpled sheets. She was tired. I could see it on the way she smiled at me. She was clearly happy. The sex she had had with our two Bulls had been both intense, and repeated (something I knew I was not well suited to accomplishing).
I went and laid down on the bed next to her, and as I did, I could smell the unmistakable aroma of fresh sex; and that excited me once again.
"I love you SO much," I said to Cindy as I leaned over and kissed her.
She said that she loved me too.
To really make sure we had a true cuckold honeymoon, I knew that I couldn't have sexual intercourse with Cindy until the next day (24 hours after the wedding ceremony). Still, I wanted to have some part of her; and so, rather than intercourse, I kissed my way down from her tits, on down her tummy, and to her neatly trimmed (for the occasion) pubic mound---and as I did, Cindy spread her legs apart, and as she did, the heavy aroma of her pussy juices, as well as the distinct aroma of the two Bulls ample amounts of sperm, wafted up around me, and I immediately began kissing and licking Cindy's pussy!
As I did, Cindy rested her hands lightly on my head, and I suddenly went wild with the lust that had been building and growing stronger in me since the wedding ceremony! I began tonguing my new wife's pussy as deeply as I could, and as I did, I could both see, as well as taste, the two Bulls sperm as it blended and mingled together with Cindy's own lubrication---and the more I tongued; the more I slurped up this intoxicating nectar, the greater was my lustful energy. There wasn't the slightest hint of resentment, or any feeling of jealousy in me---rather, what was dominant, was the exhilaration that I was now a true cuckold husband; and not in name, but in actual fact!
Eventually, after enjoying Cindy like that (and she had several orgasms thanks to my tongues eager attention), we ended up laying there in a warm, happy, contented silence. We dozed like that for sometime. At one point I got up and drew the sheets over us, and switching off the lights, we both slept till later in the morning.
When we woke, we were both very hungry, so we showered, got dressed, and went downstairs to get something to eat for breakfast. We sat there eating and looking around at some of the other guests. The topic of what had occurred the night before didn't come up in our conversations there, but it was there nevertheless---unstated, but there. I reached across the table and took Cindy's hand in mine and squeezed it. She smiled.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm good," she said, squeezing my hand.
"So, how are you?" She added, as I sipped my coffee.
Smiling, looking straight into her eyes, I replied: "I'm VERY good!"
She studied my face for a second, and then said: "Good. I'm glad to here it."
We spent the next two days in Reno; doing some sight-seeing (the desert around there is an interesting place, and the Sierra Nevada mountains that form a back ground, are beautiful). Curiously, though a part of me was eager to have sex with Cindy, and had been all along, I was curiously reluctant now to do so; but not because I didn't desire her, but...because now, as a cuckold, as well as her husband, my role as a sex partner with her would always be...secondary. I decided that I wouldn't even masturbate (which was allowed)! Something in me said 'Wait.' 'Not yet'. And, I had chosen this path. I had not been forced, or coerced. Not in the slightest. I WANTED TO BE CINDY'S CUCKOLD. I wanted her to be free to enjoy the sexual company of other men. Otherwise, why had I agreed to the cuckold wedding ceremony?
The End
Cindy, my wife of going on 15 years, has other men she occasionally goes out with and fucks. She doesn't do this behind my back. I've known for quite some time that Cindy was never going to be the 'good little wife' that is the typical, standard scenario of most marriages; and I accepted that. Besides, I love her so much, that to protest, or even forbid her to not fuck other men, would likely end in our divorce; and this was something I didn't wish to occur.
In fact, I was a cuckold even before we stood up in front of the minister and said our wedding vows! Even our honeymoon was unlike the typical one. We flew out to Reno, Nevada and had our ceremony in one of those wedding chapels Reno is often known for (besides the casinos). The service we selected was one that actually offered a 'cuckold wedding' ceremony; complete with vows specially tailored for such an occasion. What was more, and for an extra fee, we chose to include two Bulls who would accompany Cindy and I back to our hotel and 'consum; listen;mate' our new marriage as a cuckold relationship. That meant that I would not be having sex with Cindy, but that the two Bulls we had hired, would!
As I think back on this (two years ago now) one of the strongest memories I have of that special day is seeing Cindy's face as we stood together as the minister officiating the ceremony recited their lines. I glanced at Cindy, squeezed her hand, and as I did, she turned to look at me---and she smiled. But it wasn't just a smile. There was more to it than a simple facial reflex that most smiles are. There was something---eager, even playful about the way she smiled at me; and as she squeezed my hand in return, my cock stirred behind my zipper at the knowledge that she would soon be in bed with the two Bull studs, who stood, one on either side of us, watching and listening. For our wedding ceremony to be an actual cuckold wedding in fact, and not merely as a fantasy, it would be necessary for me to uninvolved sexually with Cindy. I could be with her; I could watch; I could listen; I could chat; I could take whatever photographs, or videos, I wanted; but above all---I would have NO sexual contact with Cindy at all. Only the two Bulls would do that; and then, and only then, could we truly say that we were a cuckold married couple.
The ceremony was fairly brief. Perhaps no more than 15 to 20 minuets, tops; and that was fine with us. What was important was that all the legal paperwork would be in order for us to be a legally constituted marriage; recognized by not only the state of Nevada, but everywhere else.
When the minister asked me if took Cindy as my lawfully wedded wife, and I said "I do" without the slightest hesitation; I was fully aware of the two Bulls standing there with us, and my cock grew stiff at the very thought of them taking my new wife to bed; and, by doing so, 'consummate' our marriage AS a cuckold couple; and the excitement washed over me in a powerful way.
At the hotel, as the four of us rode up the elevator to our room, the two Bulls began kissing Cindy, and fondling her. They didn't show the slightest uncomfortableness with me being there; and that excited me. As the elevator made it's way up, my cock was making a wet spot behind my zipper; and my pulse was chugging hard. I could feel it in my neck, as well as in my chest. The sight, and the sounds, of these two men eagerly taking Cindy for their own, was some of the most exhilarating feelings I'd had so far; but there there was more to follow.
In the room itself is where things really heated up to a considerable degree!
I'm no longer sure how long our two Bulls were with Cindy and I that night. It had to be many, many hours. I'm pretty sure they didn't leave until sometime well after two 'o' clock in the morning; and by then, they had fucked my wife many times. I remember thanking them both as they eventually got dressed to leave. The words simply came out of my mouth unbidden, and unscripted. They smiled; somewhat smugly perhaps, but that merely excited me even more.
After closing the door to our room, I turned to where Cindy laid sprawled across the rumpled sheets. She was tired. I could see it on the way she smiled at me. She was clearly happy. The sex she had had with our two Bulls had been both intense, and repeated (something I knew I was not well suited to accomplishing).
I went and laid down on the bed next to her, and as I did, I could smell the unmistakable aroma of fresh sex; and that excited me once again.
"I love you SO much," I said to Cindy as I leaned over and kissed her.
She said that she loved me too.
To really make sure we had a true cuckold honeymoon, I knew that I couldn't have sexual intercourse with Cindy until the next day (24 hours after the wedding ceremony). Still, I wanted to have some part of her; and so, rather than intercourse, I kissed my way down from her tits, on down her tummy, and to her neatly trimmed (for the occasion) pubic mound---and as I did, Cindy spread her legs apart, and as she did, the heavy aroma of her pussy juices, as well as the distinct aroma of the two Bulls ample amounts of sperm, wafted up around me, and I immediately began kissing and licking Cindy's pussy!
As I did, Cindy rested her hands lightly on my head, and I suddenly went wild with the lust that had been building and growing stronger in me since the wedding ceremony! I began tonguing my new wife's pussy as deeply as I could, and as I did, I could both see, as well as taste, the two Bulls sperm as it blended and mingled together with Cindy's own lubrication---and the more I tongued; the more I slurped up this intoxicating nectar, the greater was my lustful energy. There wasn't the slightest hint of resentment, or any feeling of jealousy in me---rather, what was dominant, was the exhilaration that I was now a true cuckold husband; and not in name, but in actual fact!
Eventually, after enjoying Cindy like that (and she had several orgasms thanks to my tongues eager attention), we ended up laying there in a warm, happy, contented silence. We dozed like that for sometime. At one point I got up and drew the sheets over us, and switching off the lights, we both slept till later in the morning.
When we woke, we were both very hungry, so we showered, got dressed, and went downstairs to get something to eat for breakfast. We sat there eating and looking around at some of the other guests. The topic of what had occurred the night before didn't come up in our conversations there, but it was there nevertheless---unstated, but there. I reached across the table and took Cindy's hand in mine and squeezed it. She smiled.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm good," she said, squeezing my hand.
"So, how are you?" She added, as I sipped my coffee.
Smiling, looking straight into her eyes, I replied: "I'm VERY good!"
She studied my face for a second, and then said: "Good. I'm glad to here it."
We spent the next two days in Reno; doing some sight-seeing (the desert around there is an interesting place, and the Sierra Nevada mountains that form a back ground, are beautiful). Curiously, though a part of me was eager to have sex with Cindy, and had been all along, I was curiously reluctant now to do so; but not because I didn't desire her, but...because now, as a cuckold, as well as her husband, my role as a sex partner with her would always be...secondary. I decided that I wouldn't even masturbate (which was allowed)! Something in me said 'Wait.' 'Not yet'. And, I had chosen this path. I had not been forced, or coerced. Not in the slightest. I WANTED TO BE CINDY'S CUCKOLD. I wanted her to be free to enjoy the sexual company of other men. Otherwise, why had I agreed to the cuckold wedding ceremony?
The End
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