Cuck Forced To Clean Up His Wife’s Creamy Snatch

Tori invites an old friend over, and gives hubby a humiliating and exhilarating experience.

“Babe, I you never guess what, but I have an old friend in town,” my wife, Tori, said as she was tapping away on her phone.

I was driving us around, going to the supermarket and stocking up for the weekend.

“Really? How long since you last seen her?”

“It’s a he,” she said. “Guess I haven’t see him since before I left for university.”

“Wow,” I said. “A guy.”

“Don’t get any funny ideas. He’s just a good friend.”

“Sure,” I said, grinning.

“Don’t start. He’s coming over tonight. Hope you’re alright with that?”

“Fine with me,” I said, knowing fully well my wife would have already invited him even before asking.

I finished shopping and we got home. We spent the afternoon cleaning up the house and doing some chores.

As the evening came we had some dinner and my wife’s phone rang.

“Hey,” Tori said into her phone. “You’re in town?”

“Great! See you in a bit,” she said.

“Well, I guess he’s on his way,” she said to me. “He’s taking an Uber.”

I didn’t mind. Her old friends were mostly okay and they weren’t the ones who had their hands in my wallet.

“Okay, but you’re on your own. I’ve no idea what you guys have in mind to do.”

“Just hang out and catch up on old times. Don’t worry, babe. You can stay. Its no problem.”

“Sure I won’t be a third wheel?”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll probably end up sitting here chatting and drinking a beer or two.”

***

The doorbell rang.

Tori hurried to open the door and there was her old friend, Arnold. They gave each other a long hug and he gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

“Nice place you have,” Arnold said, looking around. “How’s life treating you guys?”

“Life is treating us well,” Tori said, smiling. “Come on in. Beer?”

“Yes, thanks,” Arnold said, and followed my wife into the kitchen.

I took a moment to size him up. He shook my hand and he had a strong grip. He was dressed business casual and his tailored shirt did a great job showing off his muscular arms. He was about six feet tall and looked like a guy who spent a lot of time in the gym.

I felt a little intimidated.

“Arnold’s going to hang out with us for a bit. You okay with that?” Tori said, handing Arnold his beer.

“Fine with me,” I answered.

We all went to sit in the living room and Tori and Arnold talked about the old days and caught up on their lives.

They had been good friends but hadn’t seen each other since high school. Arnold had gone off to college and became a lawyer. He now worked in the corporate side of the business.

We talked and drank and after a few hours it was getting late.

I could tell by the way they glanced at each other, at the in-jokes, that they were more than just friends in the past.

“What are you doing in town, Arnold?” I asked, not knowing what else to say.

“Work stuff,” he answered. “Came for a couple days to get a few things sorted.”

“He’s staying in some crappy motel,” Tori said.

“Well, maybe we should call it a night,” I said.

“Yeah,” Tori said, giving her old friend a warm smile.

Arnold nodded.

“Maybe I should head out and grab an Uber,” he said.

“You should stay over,” my wife blurted out.

“Tori,” I said, shaking my head.

“Sorry, babe. It just slipped out,” Tori apologized. “It’s a long drive back to the city.”

“I’ll be fine,” Arnold said, not wanting to put us out.

“You can sleep in the guest room. Please,” Tori said.

Arnold thought about it for a moment then agreed.

“Great, I’ll go make up the room,” Tori said, smiling. “Let me show you the way.”

Arnold followed her upstairs to the guest room.

I got up to get another beer and saw that she hadn’t come down yet.

I figured they were catching up some more so I turned on the TV.

Fifteen minutes passed and I wondered what was keeping her. I turned off the TV and walked upstairs.

I heard her voice from inside our bedroom.

I pushed open the door and froze.

She was leaning back against our dresser. Her top was pulled up over her tits.

Arnold was between her legs, his face buried in her pussy. His jeans and boxers were in a heap at his feet.

He had one of her legs up over his shoulder as he ate my wife out.

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me, her juices on his face.

“Its okay,” Tori said. “We’re just having some fun.”

She grabbed Arnold by the hair and forced his head back down between her thighs.

“Eat me,” she gasped.

I took a step back and shut the door.

“Oh, fuck yes! Eat my pussy,” I heard her moan.

I walked downstairs and finished my beer, feeling a little uneasy.

After a while I heard them coming down the stairs and they went into the living room.

Tori sat down next to Arnold, smiling at him.

He was sitting there, his erect cock hanging out of his jeans.

“So, are you guys…” I started to say but she cut me off.

“We’re just having fun, babe,” she said.

“Don’t worry,” Arnold said. “I’m not going to take your wife away from you.”

“R-right,” I said, smiling at him.

Arnold leaned forward and gave my wife’s tits a squeeze.

She took his cock in her hand and started stroking it.

I watched as she lowered her head towards his lap and opened her mouth wide and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

I never thought she’d do this in front of me.

I watched her taking him into her mouth and then I noticed Arnold was looking at me and smiling.