How I became a cum eating cuckold
I was at work when my wife, who was home alone, mentioned earlier that her latest lover would probably be stopping by. As usual, I asked her for pictures or a video, though I wasn’t expecting much. Over the past couple of decades of her seeing other men, she’s only ever sent me a few pictures.
My phone vibrated softly in my pocket, and I figured she was letting me know her visitor had left. Since everyone in the meeting seemed distracted—most had been glued to their laptops or phones for the last few minutes—I decided it was safe to check mine. Sitting at the back of the room, I was confident no one would notice. I discreetly pulled out my phone and saw a message with several photos. Instantly, my focus shifted entirely to the screen.
It’s important to mention that for the past two decades, she’s had one strict rule: no condom, no sex. But this latest lover had somehow convinced her to break that rule.
There were a few revealing photos—enough to leave no doubt about what had just happened. She was standing up with his cum running down her stomach. She also sent pictures of her swollen cum covered pussy. I quickly typed a reply, ending it with, “Save some of that for me,” and hit send.
She tipped the glass, letting its contents spill over her pussy, then looked up at me with a knowing gaze. I leaned in cautiously, letting my curiosity guide me as I tasted what she’d offered. The flavor hit me instantly—intense, irresistible, and utterly consuming. Within moments, I was completely lost in the experience, unable to pull away.
She held my head firmly in place while I continued to thoroughly clean her pussy. I continued until she came.
That was the first time I’d ever tasted another man’s cum—and I knew it wouldn’t be the last.
