Cuckolding Goddess Style With Billy – A True Story, by Venus Shaw

 

 

I am a cuckold wife. I have been married to my very loving and accommodating cuckold husband for almost forty years. We were married soon after college, have raised a kid and have been empty nested since we cannot remember. Our is an open-marriage. My husband compliments my figure with his being 145 pounds at 5’6″.  I have 36c breasts, delicate hips, and a pussy; you could die to have a piece. Head over to “Art of Erotic Marriage and Sex” to read about our very sensual sex life.

Fantasizing about sex in different settings, with different people, and in different places, is part of our sensual play. A month before we head out on our swinger vacation, we role play cuckold scenes and acts. So that if the opportunity arose, we would have had very many rehearsals of what happens in reality. One evening after a couple of scotch, I wanted to enact a scene of me as a dominatrix.  So I asked, “Can we try a scene where you are my slave – a scene from Cleopatra.” The theme is as his queen; he will be my slave, do as I please and also procure a harem of men for me.

“Could I participate as a cuckold member of your harem, if I can’s resist” Jay replied. “Of course,” I added, “Remember because of the condom, they cannot flood my pussy with semen. Only your semen gets in my pussy, at the end. “You will always have a role as a scavenger, my slave,” I said playfully.

Today, I was in a mischievous mood, as my inner goddess smiled at the prospect of hot steamy sex for the evening that will continue at Hedonism, next week. A shiver shot through my spine from the base of my neck to my crotch and my legs. I led him by the hand to the kitchen island that we installed last week for its inauguration.

As I kissed him fully on the mouth and put my little tongue to wrestle his tongue, he tried to put his hand in my blouse and feel my breasts, which were already pressing against his chest.  I bit his tongue, soft enough not to hurt him, hard enough for him to say “Ouch.” “I am a cuckolding queen, and you cannot touch any of me without my permission,” I told him sternly like a teacher to an elementary school student.

I took off his shirt and suckled on his hard nipples. He had already shaved off the little hair that he grows there. His nipples were hard and taut, and he had goose pimples on the areola. I asked him, “are you hard for me, baby.” In reply, he sucked my tongue further into his mouth. Because it hurt, I fingered his ass, until he said, “ouch” to let him know that it hurt.

Then I said okay love slave; I have a husband. Cleopatra’s husband is a very jealous man. If he finds out, he will castrate you. Are you willing to take the risk to be castrated? He said, “My bewitched queen, you are so lovely, that to get a glimpse of your mound, I am ready to give up my life. So don’t worry. Maybe I will win a duel with your husband, you being the prize. “Then, so you have balls, let’s see what else is in the package.” I opened the buckles of his belt, unlatched the buttons and pulled the zipper down.

And his cock sprang up in all its glory. He was wearing one of my red thongs under his pant, and that tiny thing was unlikely to hold his now big and erect penis. The tip was glistening with sticky moisture, and it felt like steel in my tiny palm. I let go of his cock and asked him squat on the floor. I then put one foot on his left knee and swiveled the other leg outwards with a bended knee and raised my heel by standing on my toes. He could now see my smooth shaved pussy 6 inches from him at eye level.

“What do you see,” I asked. “I see your lovely pussy,” the slave said. “I can see the soft lips dangling and trying to separate so that I can see the entrance, that is now becoming more and pinker. But the sticky juice of your pussy is keeping them stuck. Just below the lips before your ass, I can see some juice oozing out. Your mound is swelling with anticipation, and I can see a bit of throbbing around the clit area.”

I could see Jay drooling and saliva trickling down the corner of his mouth. He continued, ” Your cunt lips are rosier than your mouth lips and are trying to smile back at me, as you do when you are pleased.” “May I kiss them,” he asked. I said. “No, I want you to, but not yet.” I could hear a loud groan, as he was disappointed. Without warning, I then moved closer to him so that my pussy entrance was right on his nose. He took a deep breath and said, “Madam your pussy has the sweet smell of a rose, it is tingling my nerves. ”

I could not wait any longer and started to rub my pussy on the tip of his nose. Slowly but surely, I put my ass on his nose and moved all the way up to my clit. In that position, his nose acted as a plow to the furrow of my pussy. I held his head steady with my hand and continued this till we could not distinguish whether he had a running nose, or it was my juice. I could see in the mirror, that he had his tongue out and was lapping up all the cunt juice as if it was the nectar of life.

He pressed his nose further into the slippery pussy and kept moving up and down. My nipples were bursting with tension. There was a churning in my stomach that traveled down the sphincter muscles of my ass. I was no more in control, as I floated away and ground my hips in an up and down motion on his nose. My head fell backward, my breasts rose, my nipples taut and erect, my hips forward and trying to crush his nose, and I don’t know where the rest of me was as I exploded like dynamite and I collapsed on the cold stone of the kitchen island. The shock of cold stone on my very hot skin woke me up, and I realized that I had just walked through a ‘small death’ with the intensity of my orgasm.

Jay was still watching my throbbing swelled vagina revert to normal when I looked into his eyes. I asked him to fetch the step ladder and stand on it. Then I turned around placed my mouth below his tight balls with his penis standing erect. I took his balls one at a time and sucked on them and licked him from ass to balls. His pre-cum was now flowing like a river and falling over my breasts. I pulled at his waist to indicate that I need to suck that stiff cock. He broke the slave rule, I let him and fell on top of me to lick my cunt. Both my bums in his hand raised hips of mine; he was slurping at my pussy, like he would eat soup from a bowl. I was choking with his precum and softly tugged at his hair to stop.

My cunt was now hungry for his cock. I turned around, he positioned himself at the right height and plowed my pussy furrow with his stiff cock. My legs spread wider and vaginal opening got larger in anticipation. In one stroke he rammed into my pussy to hit my cervix, and I moaned out loud. Cupping my breasts in one hand, putting his thumb in my mouth for me to suck, he moved in a rhythm that got all six inches out and in, in a sweeping motion, until I had to buck up my hips for him the hit the cervix again and gain. When I came, he shot his load to bathe the walls of my cunt with his semen. As he collapsed on my breasts, I kissed the lobe of his ear whispering this was a dress rehearsal – the real cuckold one will come soon.

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