Dating : Candy’s creamy center

HOTWIFE CUCKOLD BREEDING EROTICA

Matt woke up at the sound of the door closing downstairs. He hadn’t even meant to doze off, and now he realized that he had left the bedroom a mess, with his fiancée about to come upstairs. Candace hated it when he left a mess.

Dammit. He bolted upright and gathered the chip bag, the empty beer bottle, the pizza crust and greasy napkins. Everything went into the bathroom garbage and he hurried back to smooth out the bedspread.

“Matt, where are you?”

“Upstairs,” he called, flipping the TV from basketball to the music channel. If there was anything she hated more than a mess, it was sports.

“Were you eating in the bedroom?” Her footfall was close now, nearing the top of the stairs.

“No, honey,” Matt’s head swiveled around as he took one last look. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.

“Smells like pizza,” she said. As soon as she stepped in the room, two things struck him: one, her nose was crinkled like a police dog sniffing out contraband; and two, she looked…different. When she had left the house for a night out with her friends, she had looked impeccable. Now, her hair was mussed. Her lipstick was worn off. And on her collarbone, there was what sure looked like a hickey.

“If I find out you were eating in here, I won’t be happy,” she said, striding to the middle of the room and turning around abruptly. “Unzip me.”

Matt slowly pulled down the zipper and Candace wriggled out of her dress, letting it slide to the floor, before turning to face him. She had gone braless, so she was now wearing nothing but her red lace panties. He could see another hickey blooming on her right breast, just below the nipple. And another, just peeking out above her waistband.

“Candy, were you with somebody tonight?”

She stared at him like he was a dim bulb. “Do you think I did this to myself?” she asked, pointing to the bruise below her navel.

“Aw, Candy,” he said, slumping as he sat heavily on the bed and put his head in his hands. “We talked about this. Who was it this time?”

She shrugged. “Some guy named Tom, I think,” she said, cupping her tits as if he needed a better look at another guy’s love bite on her body. “Maybe Tim. But whoever he was, he was good, believe me.”

Matt couldn’t keep a pained expression off his face. “How good? Better than me?”

She laughed. Normally he loved to see her laugh, but right here, right now, it was crushing. “Way better,” she said. “I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time. Here, feel for yourself.” She took his hand and pressed it between her legs. Even through the fabric of her panties, he could feel how wet she still was. Sticky. Squishy.

“Honey, how could you do that? You said you were going for a girls’ night out.”

“That’s how it started,” she said. “But when Tom came over to talk to us, we just hit it off, and then one thing led to another. Next thing you know, we were back in his hotel room and his dick was in my mouth.”

He rubbed his temples. “Christ, I can’t believe you’re just saying it like that,” he muttered. “Was it…was it big?”

The noise that came out of her was like nothing so much as a purr, and when Matt glanced up, he saw a gleam in her eye. “It was big, all right,” she said. “Huge. I could barely fit it all in my mouth.”

Matt let out a long sigh. Considering that Candy never went down on him, it was a bitter thought to imagine her with another man’s cock slipping between her lips. “So you sucked him off?”

“Not to the end,” she said. “You think I was going to waste a hard-on like that?”

He groaned. “So he, uh…and you….”

“We fucked,” Candy said. “He rode me like a pro. On the bed, on the floor, everywhere. He tossed me around in that bed like a rag doll, and he stuck that cock in every hole he could find.”

Matt dropped his gaze to the floor, but staring at the carpet couldn’t erase the image of his fiancée being pinned under some guy in some random hotel room. And Candy wasn’t about to let him ignore it either. She reached out and lifted his chin hard, making him look her in the eye.

“Every hole,” she repeated. “But he saved the best for last.”

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and worked them down slowly, making him wait to see what lay beneath. She kicked them away, put one foot up on the bed and turned her knee to the side.

Her pussy was open to him. The same pussy he’d loved for years, the same pussy he’d caressed with his lips countless times, the same pussy now creamy with another guy’s cum. Her flesh was wet with her own desire and a thick gel slowly seeping out.

“Candy,” he murmured as he reached out and cupped her between the legs. She grabbed his hand and pushed hard, making sure that his fingers sunk within, making sure that he could feel what Tom had left inside her.

Matt pulled his hand back and stared at his fingers, now shiny with wet, sticky cum. In some hotel room somewhere, Candy had spread her legs for some guy whose name she didn’t even know, and let him hump her with his huge dick until he’d exploded inside her.

“Did you come?”

“He made me come sooooo hard,” she said. “I could barely remember my name by the time he was done with me.”

Matt stared again at his hand and rubbed his fingertips together. He had a whole handful of mess, a sticky web stretching from finger to finger. In his mind he could practically hear the screams of lust that Candy must have given out as Tom filled her up.

“Are you serious?!”

He looked up to see Candy staring at his crotch, pointing at the tent that had formed. There was no way to hide it, no way to disguise it. He had a raging hard-on, and even packing a smaller cock, it was obvious through his sweatpants.

“You got hard from seeing his cum in my pussy,” she accused.

“Sorry, Candy.”

“Another guy used me tonight, and you got turned on by it.”

“I know, babe, sorry.”

“Fucking disgusting,” she spat. “You’re not even a real man. What kind of guy gets hard thinking about his girl getting drilled by another man?”

“It’s fucked up.”

“Goddamn right it is. Now l’m going to go get a drink,” she said. “And when I get back, you’d better be ready to fuck me. If you can. Which I doubt.”

“All right.” He slowly undressed, down to his underwear, tossing his clothes on the chair in the corner, then sat on the bed to wait. His cock felt like it was about to burst through the fabric of his boxers, and he desperately tried to turn his mind to anything else in order to calm his lust. It would be nice to make it last tonight, he thought. It’s probably just not gonna happen.

He knew what was coming. By now, he’d been through this enough to know what she expected. She would come back and force him to clean her up first, then she’d let him slip his cock inside her for, if he could hold on, a minute or two of lovemaking. Then she would berate him for the rest of the evening and regale him with stories of how much better her other lovers were. It would be humiliating. And very, very, hot.

Matt raised his hand to his face. He could smell Candy’s lust on his fingers, musky like perfume; and the scent of Tom’s cum, almost like liquor. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked hard.

His cock pulsed at the thought of Candy squatting over him, settling down heavily with her pussy right on his mouth, practically smothering him as she ground herself against his face. She would order him to lick, to suck, to swallow. He would do it all. He was going to clean her up until her pussy practically sparkled and not a single drop of Tom’s cum remained. And he was going to love doing it. Yeah, Candy hated things messy. But as for Matt…well, Matt couldn’t get enough.

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