Cuckold husband left waiting on his wife’s cream pie.
These girls’ nights out have definitely been a lot of fun for me and the cukold husband. Especially since I started carrying your wife along. First of all, it’s almost impossible to believe that you manage to bag such a hot fucking wife. Since she has already told us that your cock was so small that it could never satisfy any woman. I know what you are thinking, “Why would she marry me if I could never please her?” I’m sure that’s what you have been asking yourself for years.
Well, let me break it down so that even a little cuckold husband like you can understand. You are her meal ticket, a means to her lavish home and cars, and a plethora of free-flowing cash and credit. Believe me when I tell you it is not how steller your cock is. I understand that sometimes it can be hard to hear the truth. However, I am the chic that gives it to you straight, no chaser.
Cuckold husband? When did this start?
When did you become a cuckold husband, you probably want to know. Think back to about 2 months ago when I came to pick her up from your house for our girls’ night out. Do you remember? Of course, you do. Let me refresh your memory. That night you were literally waiting at the window when we pulled up the next morning. It was hilarious to watch your pitiful face as she stumbled drunk from my car and made her way to you waiting at the front door. There you were, rushing out the door to help your sloppy drunk wife into the house before the nosey neighbors could see. Remember how I rolled down the car window as you helped her through the front door? “Make sure you clean her up good!”, I yelled out the window while laughing.
Well, I hope you are ready to see all the things your naughty little whore wife has been up to on all those girl’s nights out with Mallory. That morning, she was so drunk and fucked up that you had to help her out of her party clothes. She was so sweaty and sticky. There was a distinct odor of liquor and sperm radiating from her.
Her panties were so soaked and wet with cum that you had to peel them away from her swollen pussy. “Darling, what have you been doing?” You questioned her, but you already knew the answer. Not that she could answer or make out what she was saying anyway, she was way too fucked up. You continue to undress your drunk wife when all of a sudden your cell rings. You don’t recognize the number, but you answer anyway. “Hello?”, you answer after the 3rd ring.
“It’s me, Mallory,” I responded. I was just the person you needed to talk to about what was going on. You had many questions and you wanted answers.
“What the hell happened to my wife?”
I laughed hysterically at your dumb ass question. Because that was the real reason I called. I couldn’t wait to tell you all the things your wife told me about your tiny cocklette. You were shocked, you had no idea that your wife would betray you and talk about your little cock to her friends. “She deserves a big fat dick and I was on a mission to make sure that she got a lot of it,” I barked at you. Your tiny cock was getting harder and harder. As I gave you blow-by-blow of the fuckfest I took your wife on the night before. Damn, that made you horny as fuck. You knew for sure that you had officially become a cuckold husband.
You listened with intent to all the sorted details of how her creampie-filled pussy was prepared just for you. Knowing that I had you drooling like a good cuckold husband, I began sending pictures and videos from our night. That morning as you looked at the fucked out whore you married on the bed differently. You had never seen her be such a cum slut before. My voice was still in your ear as I instructed you to kneel down between her legs and clean that overstuffed creampie from her pussy. Since you are planning on being such a good cuckold husband you do exactly as you are told.
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