" "Tell me." "I think I might enjoy the notoriety that comes with having a slut wife who has a boyfriend." "Michael have you decided that you want to ...e a cuckold?" "Amy, that question was decided last August. I am a cuckold. The only remaining question is how I choose to wear that title. I can be a sniveling wimp who grovels at the feet of his wife and her lover." Jeanne cried, "No Michael! I don't want that. I've never wanted that." Momentarily ignoring Jeanne, I continued. "Or I can be a. My eyes start watering and my gag reflex wants to activate, but I don't let it. I take that monster cock down my throat like a good little cocksucker. It's the yummiest dick I've tasted all night. I suddenly remember why I love sucking at the bookstore's gloryhole—for the chocolate cocks. They're always so shiny and tasty.My face, neck, and chest are covered with saliva from all the cock-gagging. My black stallion saws his prick in and out of my greedy mouth before letting out a gasp and. " I part my legs wider for him, feeling so vulnerable bent over with my legs splayed apart, feeling kind of slutty and ashamed that he talked me into this, but wanting it anyway, wanting to be a bitch and take it. He's standing between my legs, shoving them farther apart with his strong thighs and rubbing more cool lube between my cheeks. His hand presses harder against the back of my neck, pushing my face down until my cheek is pressed against the comforter.I feel his shaft slide between my. “please stop..” i whimpered as started realizing what was happening. “Relax...Heather i’ll be gentle..” He laughed in my ear. I started crying softly, “I won’t tell anyone but please stop.” Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, “Heather are you ok in there?” it was my mom. “Shit” Tyler whispered as he fixed my dress and cleaned up my face. “Go tell her you’re fine.” He said kissing my cheek. i walked to the door opening it, i saw my mom in her white dress. “I’m fine mom the food just got to.