Cleo Trains Kelly for Daddy

After three years of marriage, Kelly was not at all surprised when his wife began dropping the hints. It wasn't that he couldn't satisfy her sexually. Their sex life, he thought, was just fine if a little “normal” compared to what he knew was on the internet porn. The last few months, he knew Cleo was watching the videos and GIFs, too. She'd even shared a few of her go-to favorites with Kelly, which he studiously watched and admitted aroused him, but it still wasn't satisfying enough for either of them. At least until Cleo began having a weekend or two away by herself every month.

Of course, he didn't ask her about it. They didn't really have that kind of relationship. He wanted her to be happy. And satisfied. When she returned after a weekend away, she seemed re-energized and yet calmer, too. Sure, his imagination kept him curious, but he never said anything except how good it was to have her back.

While he was washing the dinner dishes and pots one night, Cleo came up behind him at the sink. As she pressed herself against his back and thighs, he could feel she was naked. Her arms circled his waist, and one hand went down to grip the shaft of his flaccid dick. She slowly stroked the fleshy tube and bit Kelly's earlobe.

“I met a man,” she whispered close to his ear. Her fingers flexed and relaxed squeezing and releasing Kelly's dick. “With a man-cock. I'd almost forgotten what it was like.”

Kelly nodded silently, his hands still in the sink.

Cleo slid her grip down his dick and fisted his balls tightly. “He treated me like his personal whore.”

Kelly let out a loud breath as she squeezed his balls tighter.

“I lost count of how many times I came. I think I passed out once or twice. It was that good.” Her thumb rolled over Kelly's dickhead and he groaned.

“What did he make you do?” Kelly said with a moaning.

Cleo ground her body tighter against him and she pumped his dick faster.

“He didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do. Crave to do. For him. I'm going to do it again. And again.” Her hips thrust hard on him; her fingers becoming a blur stroking his dick, hard and fast.

“Do you like that I'm another man's whore, baby? That he makes me cum so hard I forget my name?”

“I just want you to be happy, you know,” he mumbled.

“And I want you to be satisfied, too. I want to watch you suck his cock.”

Kelly choked on his own saliva. He shuddered as her fingers fell away from him.

“Want to have my Master's big hard cock in your mouth, Kelly? The cock I've been worshipping. The big hard cock whose cum I've been slurping like a cat with cream?”

“I don't..I don't know about that, honey. I mean...I...” he stammered but couldn't deny his imagination was running wild at the moment. Couldn't deny he could feel his own wet precum leaking into his pants.

Cleo laughed softly and left him in the kitchen alone. He dried his hands and then ran one down his chest to his crotch. “Suck his cock,” he whispered to himself. He repeated it a few times, surprised at how erotic it felt to say it out loud. “Suck his cock that he's fucked her with. Suck his cum out.”

“Cleo,” he said much louder. “I don't think I can...”

He heard the bathroom shower turn on. He gave the kitchen a quick wipe down with a towel and walked down the hall. She'd left the bathroom door open and he could see her hazy body through the glass shower door. He licked his lips. She always loved for him to eat her pussy after she showered. He continued down to the bedroom and began taking off his clothes. His dick was half-hard and as he waited for her, he tugged it. Mental images of himself went through his head. On his knees while a large man thrust his cock into his mouth. He tried to imagine what it would feel like. Closing his eyes as he stroked, he was surprised when he felt something pushing his lips open. He opened them quickly before closing them again. Cleo was teasing his lips open with astrap-on dildo – realistic and thick. 

“I'm going to fuck your mouth, baby. Show you how he fucked my mouth.” 

“No,” Kelly tried to say as the rubber dick filled his mouth. “I..” But as the fake cock continued pumping in and out of his mouth, it became something different. Something that made him yelp when Cleo stuck fingers in his ass as she fucked his mouth. He hated it...and he loved it. And it scared him. But not too much. He could feel his dick dribbling precum. After a moment he began move his tongue around the head of the dildo. He could hear his wife softly laughing as she fucked his mouth and pulled on his dick and balls roughly. 

Just before he was about to cum, Cleo stopped. Her fingertips were slippery with his precum and she rubbed them over his lips. “No, no, no, no,” she repeated. “He told me not to let you cum for two weeks.”

Kelly groaned out loud. Cleo went back to teasing his lips with the dildo, then took it away. “Eat my pussy and make me cum.”

She was wetter than he had ever seen and he gently began teasing her glistening clit with his lips and the tip of his tongue. Cleo snarled and pulled his mouth hard against her pussy. “Eat me,” she commanded.

With her fingers tangling in his hair, Cleo slowly rotated her hips as her husband's tongue tapped a rhythm on her clitoris. He circled the nub with the very tip of his long tongue and then lightly encircled it with his lips. Gently licking, he sucked it slightly and released. He felt Cleo's fingers tighten and thrust against his mouth. That was her signal that she was close to climax and for him to back off for a moment. She had taught him about the power of tease and release, edging her ever closer and denying over and over until she had to cum. Her new lover – the man she had met – was masterful at such things. It was almost – but not quite – sexually cruel how yielding and submissive he made her feel. She sighed and loosened her grip of her husband's hair to immediately feel his tongue dancing over her clit again.

She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting mentally. Images: her naked on her knees in front of the man, Kelly beside her on his knees...leaning forward...begging for a taste of the man's cock. Together. Suddenly, she shuddered and came hard on her husband's open mouth. For a moment she froze and then began grinding hard against his face. Her voice was raspy and growling. “Do it again,” she told him. “Fuck, do it again.”

Three days later, Cleo held the man's cock in her hand again. It still impressed her. She'd seen and messed around with other dicks, of course. Some were small and bulbous, others long and thin; a few monsters were too big to do anything but jack off. No, this man's cock was...meaty, she decided. A bit long and thick and just the right size to take all the way down her throat. Just the full hardness and density to fuck her senseless again and again. She looked at it laying over her curled fingers and could feel it growing heavier, thicker, more taut. She realized as she lightly licked her lips that a dropping stream of her drool was falling on the purple head of the man's cock.

She was on her knees in front of him. Her thighs wide and she knew without looking or touching that the V of her cunt was wetly glistening. This man did that to her. She was starting to believe he could make her cum without touching her – but she craved his touch. It electrified her skin and his fingertip caresses were tide-like lava on her senses. With a growl, a whisper, his natural deep voice, he could command her to do ..anything. That's what she had told him when they first met. “Anything you want.” She'd wondered what to call him. He was masterful. He dominated. Was he a Sir? A Master? Softly, she repeated. “Anything you want...Daddy.” She smiled feeling the veiny throb of his cock laying across her fingers. It beat faster. So did Cleo's heart.

She didn't think it was love. Not love-love. Not like she felt for Kelly. It was lust and her crazy libido and probably a bunch of weird psych stuff and somethings she couldn't figure out exactly. But this man made her hormones and sexual feelings go through the roof. When she thought about him, her nipples got stiff and ached. Her pussy started putting out flash flood warnings. It embarrassed her at first to feel his fingers inside her drenched panties. He told her to not wear any. She did as he said, but now she was even more aware of how wet her hairless pussy kept getting.

Silently, she licked her lips again. Her saliva dripped off her slack lower lip and drizzled down over the man's cockhead. She slowly raised her eyes to his and watched and waited until his gave a slight nod. With a swan-like grace, Cleo's head dipped lower, gently sucking the man's cockhead between her lips. She began a vibrating hum that trembled her tongue around him; her tongue teasing at his cockhole. Cleo grunted softly as he pushed deeper. It was what she enjoyed most. This powerful personality of a man fucking her mouth, taking his pleasure between her lips – giving her his cum. Without bidding, her mind played a scene of she and Kelly, together, tasting and sucking this cock; their lips touching each other, tongues touching – and all over this cock.Until the man gave them his cum. For that, Cleo knew. She and her husband would do anything. 

She could hardly wait until her husband's two-week long chastity would be ended. When he could cum. When they both would cum with this man. But – for now – she had all this to herself. And she wanted – no, needed to devour him. She drew in a deep breath, waiting impatiently for a word, a gesture, a touch from him to show he gave her permission. Even these anxious moments thrilled her more than she'd dared dream. With his cock poised – unmoving – in her mouth – her tongue wanted to lick it...her lips wanted to slide it deeper, further inside her wetness, but she could not. Not yet. Not until he allowed it. The moments were agony to her – but ecstasy as well. It was why she'd been taken by him so utterly. She knew her husband, Kelly, would feel it, too. Total sexual surrender. 

Then there it was. The slightest nod of his head, the faintest touch of his fingertips in her hair. Cleo gaped her throat while tightening her lips around the thick shaft as she took it down to the root, her chin softly nuzzling his tight ball sack. The head of his cock scraped across her palate and Cleo shuddered – her mind already sensing the beginning of his sudden spurting eruption down her throat. A flooding of thick sticky cum. She swallowed heavily and gaped for more as several more dense spurts filled her mouth. It was too much. Driblets of his white cum slid off her lower lip and fell directly on her aching nipples beneath the shining clamps. Cleo gasped for air as if his cock were choking her. She felt his fingers opening her pussy lips, rocking his thumb slowly on her clitoris. It took it like lightning. Beyond her control. Her body writhed on his fingers, her throat filling with his cum. 

Later, describing it to her husband, holding his fingers against her pussy, she came again. She looked at Kelly's throbbing rigid dick and gave it one agonizing stroke of her fingers. “No, no, no. You can't cum yet, Kelly.”