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 a strap-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 moving 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.