In the Name of the Husband and Of the Stepson Cuckold Phonesex

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His discovery that he was a cuckold  was inevitable, this I knew from start, it was only question of when and how. Perhaps there was part of me that wanted to be caught, part of me that felt a perverse pleasure at seeing the expression of shock, horror and ultimately disgust on my husband’s face, watching as his only son sated his lust at the loins of his wife.

It was earlier that day, when mobile telephone was ringing like maniac, “Coming,” I said aloud to one in particular, “hold all the ******.” When I picked up it was Edward informing me that he was dining with colleagues at “the club” and that I should make dinner plans without him. “Yes, of course dear,” I said, hanging up phone.
This of course was nothing new, when I signed up for marriage I knew that I would always come second to his career, his business, and in a way that was always fine with me, but now what I had initially admired so much in his character, his ambition and commitment to work had started to take toll on our relationship.

 It was this feeling of neglect, of being underappreciated that led me to the bed of another man. A man who wasn’t really a man, but a mere boy of 19, my stepson Adam.

The evening progressed as expected, with me eating light meal alone and having two glasses of red wine while I waited for Adam to enter my bedroom. Directly from the shower he slithered onto the bed, and began kissing my bare legs below the knee, working his young, greedy mouth towards my pussy. “God Jasmine,” he said between pecks, “your skin, it feels amazing. So soft, like silk.”

Yes, I thought, soft as silk, but like velvet glove cast in iron, not everything is as seems.

I then grabbed his head with force and held it in place as his lips and tongue came in contact with my clit.
Squeezing his head with my thighs, my orgasm built to a wonderful crescendo, and as I came, my hips convulsed upward, nearly splitting lip of stepson turned sex slave.

Now,” I commanded, “stick your cock into me, and try to last little longer this time!” 

“I’ll try,” he said, “it’s just you’re so fucking hot.” With his cock barely entering me, he exploded into orgasm.

Collapsing atop me in a heap of sweat and apologies, “I’m sorry. So sorry.”

“It’s okay baby, you try better next time,” I said attempting to give comfort, when I heard that unmistakable, powerful voice of my husband.

Would you look what we have here.” 

“Dad,” Adam said in a panic.

“Edward, home so soon,” I asked, my eyes meeting his challengingly and my lips curving upward into a smile.

To be continued
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