I had to bring my wife to get a pedicure yesterday. She was wearing a skimpy short sundress and I had to sit in the truck and wait on her. She came out flaunting her newly painted toenails and high arched feet in her toeless wedged clogs. She knows my weakness for all that and that she can string me along as her denied cuckold as long as she feels like it by feeding that fetish. But, we both also know that she doesn’t wear these outfits and get the manicures and pedicures for just me. I’m just an added benefit. A lucky bystander.
So when we get home and she slips into some lingerie, props her feet in my lap and allows me to worship them and look at her ass hanging out of the short gown, I know from experience that none of this was done for me. It just a matter of which of her friends with benefits is about to walk through the door. Mr. Bendy? Raul? Tommy? It was Mr. Bendy this time. He sat on one end of the couch with me still on the other. Her feet in my lap with her head in his. He reached down and fingered her pussy from behind while she stroked and sucked his cock to a full hard on. My little dick can’t compete with his manly cock. If it could, I wouldn’t be in this predicament. I would have fucked her myself. As it is, I am thankful that she allows me to watch and jerk off with one of her feet in my free hand and doesn’t follow him home.
I eventually lose the perk of even her foot as she climbs on top of Mr. Bendy’s lap and cock and impales herself on it. The loss of her feet is surpassed by the view of her riding his cock. The side view of ass and thighs as they rise and fall. His hands on her ass helping her. The side view of her pleasured face. Her open mouth emitting moans, gasps and talking dirty to him. I grab one of her clogs from the floor and breathe into and from it while I jerk off and watch. I do more holding my cock than jerking on it to keep from cumming before they are through. The angst of watching her fuck someone else is only bearable when I am filled with sexual frustration and desire. Once I am relieved it becomes soul crushingly unbearable to see.
So only after her multiple orgasms are complete and she has climbed off of Mr. Bendy’s spent cock, they have said their goodbyes and she is sitting beside me on the couch, am I allowed to ejaculate. A few ‘unkind’ taunting words from her and my little dick is cumming even harder than on the rare occasions that I am allowed to actually fuck her myself. I cum with my cock shaft in my fist and my cock head in the palm of my hand. She catches all my cum in her palm. When I am completely finished. She made me look at my cum in the palm of her hand. She calls it my appetizer because as soon as I eat it, I will have to go between her legs for the main course of Mr. Bendy’s cum out of her pussy. Nothing unusual. Just another typical night.
So when we get home and she slips into some lingerie, props her feet in my lap and allows me to worship them and look at her ass hanging out of the short gown, I know from experience that none of this was done for me. It just a matter of which of her friends with benefits is about to walk through the door. Mr. Bendy? Raul? Tommy? It was Mr. Bendy this time. He sat on one end of the couch with me still on the other. Her feet in my lap with her head in his. He reached down and fingered her pussy from behind while she stroked and sucked his cock to a full hard on. My little dick can’t compete with his manly cock. If it could, I wouldn’t be in this predicament. I would have fucked her myself. As it is, I am thankful that she allows me to watch and jerk off with one of her feet in my free hand and doesn’t follow him home.
I eventually lose the perk of even her foot as she climbs on top of Mr. Bendy’s lap and cock and impales herself on it. The loss of her feet is surpassed by the view of her riding his cock. The side view of ass and thighs as they rise and fall. His hands on her ass helping her. The side view of her pleasured face. Her open mouth emitting moans, gasps and talking dirty to him. I grab one of her clogs from the floor and breathe into and from it while I jerk off and watch. I do more holding my cock than jerking on it to keep from cumming before they are through. The angst of watching her fuck someone else is only bearable when I am filled with sexual frustration and desire. Once I am relieved it becomes soul crushingly unbearable to see.
So only after her multiple orgasms are complete and she has climbed off of Mr. Bendy’s spent cock, they have said their goodbyes and she is sitting beside me on the couch, am I allowed to ejaculate. A few ‘unkind’ taunting words from her and my little dick is cumming even harder than on the rare occasions that I am allowed to actually fuck her myself. I cum with my cock shaft in my fist and my cock head in the palm of my hand. She catches all my cum in her palm. When I am completely finished. She made me look at my cum in the palm of her hand. She calls it my appetizer because as soon as I eat it, I will have to go between her legs for the main course of Mr. Bendy’s cum out of her pussy. Nothing unusual. Just another typical night.
