I’m in a cuckold relationship. My husband has a lot of money, so that’s what keeps me around, him paying my bills and being generous with me is a definite plus. He knew going into this though that I’d be having sex with other men and he’d be my cleanup boy at best, an object of mockery at worst, depending on my mood. I toss him a pity fuck a couple of times a year if I’m feeling charitable. My lover wasn’t available last week, he’s out of ton on business, and so my poor, delusional hubby thought he might be in line for one of the semi annual pity fucks due to this fact.
He got a bitter surprise when I laughed and told him I’d be masturbating instead. I knew he’d be jacking his little peanut at the very thought of me masturbating in my room. I have the master bedroom, he’s got one of the smaller bedrooms. I was so wet and aroused. My lover and I had talked on the phone earlier, and I was so looking forward to him being back next week so we can fuck again. I know ‘peanut boy’ does as well. He’s missing the visual action, I know.
I wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction of watching me masturbate though, that would just be too much. I wanted to close my eyes and rub my clit and concentrate on my lover in my mind. He drives me insane with his eight inch cock and how he fills me up with it. Oh I rubbed myself to two blockbuster orgasms thinking of his cock in me and how much I’m looking forward to it. I’m sure hubby down the hall was rubbing his peanut and hearing my moans of ecstasy, wishing he was allowed in to watch me as I enjoyed myself.
