1. Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-Nine


    Date: 10/25/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: BobNbobbi, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    They kissed tenderly for a while before Laura dropped her legs and Greg finally withdrew. “Let me thank your big fat cock properly for working so beautifully to give me pleasure.” Laura kissed, sucked and slurped cock clean, and in the process reinvigorated Greg’s powerful tool. “Don’t forget those things below; they did the fill up work.” “Oh yes they did fill me up, I can feel what they left inside.” Laura held each testicle in a palm, and used her fingers to help cock stay up and away. She served herself as if eating delicate fruit and her mouth sampled male delight. It was Greg’s turn to groan pleasure. They held one another gathering strength for their next time. “Baby?” “What Lover?” “Would you seal me? I want to be a virgin for you this time.” Laura’s screams for the next few minutes came from sexual pain. Greg bit all along her lips; he made them swell, each in turn. When they were puffy and red, he held them together and chewed. Greg had learned to love having a sex sandwich with Laura; he knew how to give the perfect burn that sealed her sex closed and excited her passion. When he finished, Laura lightly inspected his work with her fingertips; in her mind, she was virgin once again. “I will be tight for you; you will have to fight your way inside. I have faith in you, in your cock.” They moved to the den to relax and have another drink. Laura decided to wear white bikini panties to denote her virginal status; Greg wore red boxers. They drank wine and talked of the ...
    day’s events in the office. They enjoyed evening conversation as many couples do. Laura finished her wine and made her wishes known with a question. “Would you like to take me to bed and make love with me?” They spent the rest of the night as promised. They made love sweetly, and then fucked once more. They slept. > > > > - - Dan moped all week. He stopped at Gilly’s after work every day to avoid going home. When he did go home, he used only the kitchen and den; he only went to their bedroom to change clothes and use the bathroom. Their bedroom was no longer theirs; Laura had left, moved out. Almost moved out, Dan thought to himself. He could tell she stopped by one day to take more of her clothes, but some were still in her closet, her dresser. Dan called no one; he ate something, changed clothes, and he watched television with a drink at his side until bedtime. Even ESPN and vodka tonic failed him as elixir. Artsy called Friday afternoon to remind him of an opening Saturday night. They talked for a while; Artsy heard a listless malaise in her friend’s voice. Although Dan said nothing specific about he and Laura, Artsy sensed something traumatic was underway. I really don’t feel like talking on the phone about this, Dan told her. Artsy didn’t press for whatever Dan’s this was; she knew he needed her. “Can we get together tonight? Meet me at The Palette at eight, okay Dan?” Dan was still in his mood when he arrived home to his empty house, but twisting the key in the door lock ...
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