Cuckold Diaries #17

Saturday night drags its ass when I’m horny with nothing lined up. I fire up the laptop, hunt for a guy with some serious size, and tell my soft-dick husband to sit down and shut up while a real man takes the reins. By the time the stud walks through the door, my husband’s already wedged into the corner, fists in his lap, watching my pussy get worked by the kind of cock his jeans can’t even pretend to hide. The guy bends me over the arm of the couch, stretches me wide, pumps long and hard, every thrust making me gasp his name instead of my husband’s. The whole time I can feel that useless little prick I’m married to shriveling by the second while a fat cock turns me into a slick, moaning mess right in front of him.