Cuckold Creampie: Exclusive Must-Have Guide for Best Pleasure

So the cuckold creampie thing started as a joke between us, honestly, just something we’d whisper about after a few drinks, but then one night it wasn’t a joke anymore. She’d been flirting with this guy at the bar for maybe an hour while I just sat there, nursing my beer, feeling that weird mix of jealous and turned on that I still can’t fully explain. When we got home she told me to wait in the hallway, and I could hear them through the door, her laugh, then the bed creaking, and my heart was pounding so hard I thought she’d hear it. After a while she called me in, and I won’t lie, seeing her like that, flushed and messy, with him still catching his breath, did something to me. She pulled me close and kissed me, and I could taste the salt and something else on her lips, and then she guided me down between her legs. It was warm and slick, and I just sort of lost myself in it, this strange tenderness mixed with the sting of it all, her fingers in my hair, whispering that I was hers. We didn’t talk much after, just lay there tangled up, and I felt closer to her than I had in months, even if I couldn’t put words to why.