Hardcore Interracial Cuckolding or Sensual Loving Slut Wife Stories, Slut Wife Monica does the best cuckold phone sex ever!
Want a taste of sensual cuckolding phone sex?
I still remember the way your eyes lit up when I told you I was going out that night, darling. You kissed me at the door, your hands trembling just a little with excitement, and whispered, “Have fun, baby. Tell me everything later.” God, I love how much this turns you on. It makes me feel so powerful, so desired… knowing you’re home waiting, hard just thinking about what I’m doing.
His name was Alex. We met at the hotel bar after my work event ran late. Tall, broad-shouldered, that easy confident smile that made my stomach flip the moment he leaned in and said, “Mind if I buy you another?” One drink turned into three, and every time his hand brushed my thigh under the table, I felt that delicious heat building between my legs. I kept thinking of you… how you’d be stroking yourself right now if you could see the way he was looking at me, like he already owned me.
When he asked if I wanted to go upstairs, I didn’t even hesitate. I texted you from the elevator (just a heart emoji and the room number). You replied instantly: “Fuck. I love you. Be as bad as you want.” That message made me so wet I could barely stand.
The second the door closed, he pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard, his tongue deep in my mouth while his hands slid under my dress. No slow buildup, no pretending we were just talking anymore. He growled, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the second I saw you,” and I moaned into his mouth because I knew you’d love hearing that. I let him peel my dress off, standing there in just my black lace thong and heels while he looked at me like I was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. My nipples were so hard they ached.
He dropped to his knees, yanked my panties aside, and buried his face between my legs. Baby… his tongue. Thick, strong strokes, then fast little flicks right on my clit until my knees buckled. I grabbed his hair and ground myself against his mouth, gasping, “Yes, eat me, just like that,” and every time I said something filthy I pictured you at home, cock in your hand, breathing hard, imagining it was happening exactly like this.
When he stood up and unzipped, I actually whimpered. He was so much thicker than you, long and heavy in my hand when I stroked him. I dropped down and took him in my mouth, slow at first, swirling my tongue around the head while he groaned and called me a good girl. I looked up at him with watery eyes and took him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat until I gagged (you know how much you love when I gag for someone else). He tangled his fingers in my hair and fucked my mouth for a minute, using me exactly how he wanted, and I was dripping down my thighs.
He pulled me up, spun me around, bent me over the desk, and just… slid in. One long thrust, no condom (you told me months ago you wanted it raw when I finally did this). I cried out because he stretched me so perfectly, filling me in a way that made my whole body shake. He grabbed my hips and started pounding me, deep and relentless, his balls slapping against my clit with every stroke. I couldn’t stop moaning your name at first (quiet little “oh god, honey, he’s so big”), and he laughed and fucked me harder, saying, “Tell your husband how much you love this cock.”
I came the first time right there, bent over like a slut, screaming into the crook of my arm while he kept going, never slowing down. He flipped me onto the bed, threw my legs over his shoulders, and drove into me so deep I saw stars. Second orgasm hit me like a wave, my pussy clenching around him while I begged, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He smirked and said, “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
He lasted forever, baby. Changed positions three more times (me on top riding him slow and dirty, then doggy again with his thumb in my ass, then missionary so he could pin my wrists and kiss me while he absolutely destroyed me). When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded me, pulse after pulse, so hot and thick I felt every spurt. I wrapped my legs around him and milked him with my pussy, whispering, “Give it all to me,” because I knew how insane that would make you.
Afterward he kissed my forehead, called me gorgeous, and left. I lay there for a minute feeling his cum leaking out of me, took a quick mirror pic of my swollen pussy (sent it to you with the caption “All his”), then slipped my dress back on (no panties) and came home to you.
You were on the couch, exactly where I left you, cock still in your hand, eyes wild when I walked in. I straddled you without a word, kissed you deep so you could taste the faint trace of him on my tongue, and guided your hand between my legs so you could feel how soaked and used I was. You groaned into my mouth, slipping two fingers inside me easily, pumping them through his cum while I told you every single detail I just told you now.
And when you finally slid into me (so easily because he’d opened me up so wide), you lasted about thirty seconds before you added your load to his, shaking and moaning my name like I’m your entire world. You kept whispering, “Thank you, thank you, I love you,” while you filled me again.
That’s how much you love it, baby. That’s how perfect we are together.
I can’t wait to do it again.
Want more Sensual Cuckolding Phonesex?
Monica
1 888 378 4280 ex 114
Sensual Phonesex Cuckolding with a slut wife is $20 for 10 minutes, $35 for 20 minutes, $45 for 30 minutes, $75 for 60 minutes, billed to your major credit card for all our cum eaters in America and Canada.
In the UK, you can get the best Cuckold Phonesex ever at 0983-939-2210 x 1575, the price per minute is £1.53 and the customer service number of 0203 3623009, billing to phone is available in the UK ONLY, and we do take all UK credit cards, discretely billed, as well as all UK credit cards.
