Cuckold Session With Hubby Passionately Stroking

Right There In The Corner

I didn’t glance at my husband while in this cuckold session. I didn’t need to as I could feel his gaze on me, almost hearing the unspoken plea in his mind. Watch me, I thought, my lips curling into a sly smile. See what I can do. This was as intense as when my sub gave me smelly foot worship. My BIG bull crossed the room in a few strides, his eyes locked on mine. There was a challenge there, a spark of something raw and untamed making me move with his motion. I tilted my head, letting my hair fall over one shoulder as I met his gaze. Dominance is something that me me quiver with excitement.

That’s what I saw.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against his chest with my sensual touch. The heat of his skin was intoxicating, the steady thrum of his heart beneath my palm sending a shiver down my spine. Trailing my hand lower and lower, feeling the taut muscles of his abdomen, and the way he tensed under my touch. I could tell his reaction was due to the energy he felt from the arousal of my body.

He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just watched me in this cuckold session, his breath coming a little faster now. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he wanted to take control. But not yet. He stood there tame and with control. Building up for when he had me. I stepped back, my heels clicking softly as I moved to the edge of the bed. I let my fingers graze the edge of my dress, teasing the fabric as I slowly pulled it up. My husband’s breathing hitched, and I knew he was watching, his hands likely twitching in his lap. But I didn’t care about him.

Not right now during this cuckold session.

My sculpted bull stepped closer, his presence looming over me. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his body seemed to vibrate with barely restrained energy. I tilted my head back, my lips parting slightly as I met his gaze. Here we go. I didn’t need words. Not with him. He understood. His hands were on me in an instant, rough and demanding, but I didn’t flinch. I welcomed it, the way his fingers dug into my skin, the way he pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine.

My dress fell to the floor, pooling at my feet as I stood there, exposed and unashamed. I could feel my husband’s eyes on me, his gaze burning into my skin as my bull’s strong hands owned my body. But I didn’t look at him. Squeezing my titties and biting me with such intensity. My focus was taken in knowing what my presence was doing to them both.

I reached for his belt

My fingers deftly worked the buckle as I pulled it free. His pants joined my dress on the floor, and I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him. Imposing. That was the word that came to mind continuing this cuckold session. The sight of his shaft that matched his frame caught my breath for a second. Thick, strong, long, and the key to ecstasy. He was everything I wanted, everything I needed.

I pushed him back onto the bed, my movements deliberate, my eyes never leaving his. He resisted for a moment, his muscles tensing as if he might try to take control. But I held his gaze, my expression unyielding need and WANT to please his throbbing cock. As I looked deep into his eyes I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue. Those circles had him grunting and those dark brown eyes rolling in the back of his head. I loved how hard it was for him to maintain control as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could. It was hard as my eyes watered with the joy of being filled.

Oh I can see what he was doing

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my husband while in our cuckold session. His hands were moving now, his fingers wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself, his eyes glued to us. I didn’t care. Let him watch. Let him see what it meant to be dominated.

My bull couldn’t take anymore and lifted me onto his frame. Sliding his tongue into my mouth as I reached down for that cock to slide it in me- I NEEDED it. I moved slowly at first, savoring the way Mr. Bull beneath me groaned, his hands tightening on my hips. I leaned back, my hands resting on his thighs as I picked up the pace, my body moving in a rhythm that was both primal and loss of control and he guided me.

Bull’s breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking as he matched my pace. I could feel his large mushroom tip massaging my g-spot and as a result of that, a puddle of my creamy nectar gathered around his shaft and in-between my thighs. Not to mention the way he rubbed my clit with his thumb. It almost made me forget that we weren’t the only ones there.

Fantasy world of this cuckold session

My husband’s moans filled the room, snapping me back to reality his hand moving faster as he watched us. I could see the way his body tensed, the way he was struggling to hold on. Good. Let him suffer. Let him see what he could never have. I leaned forward, my hands resting on the bull’s chest as I rode him, my body moving with a rhythm that was both sensual and demanding. I could feel my climax building, the tension coiling tight in my abdomen. But I wasn’t ready yet.

What would you do?

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