Writing about my hot wife

Tried my hand at writing some cuckold smut. Let me know what you all think. Thanks.

All things considered, I count myself lucky. After all she didn’t need to stay with me, I’m sure when she was growing up her ‘ideal man’ didn’t have stamina issues, and I’m sure she never imagined she’d be with a cuck who is happy to know she’s out getting railed. Someone so submissive he’d eat the cum from her bull straight out of her wet cunt. I do have moments where I consider my sexual depravity, the non-traditional things I’m into, and how much taboo is too much. There are moments where I’m ashamed, humiliated. After all, my girlfriend is getting fucked for hours, going through times where she’s done and he’s just using my girlfriend as a fuck sleeve. She’s just a pussy for him to fuck, an ass to spank, what kind of man lets another man treat his woman that way? Me, I suppose. But to me that seems like a service not only to her but to me. I want my girlfriend to get off, I want her to embrace her desires, no matter how dirty, after all it’s fucking 2020, nothing really matters anymore. Most scruples our parents have tried to instill in us have either shown to be a facade or they themselves have proven to be hypocrites. More than that, it is fun for me too. Whatever way my brain is wired, when they dissect me I’m sure they’ll find a crossed wire here or there, something that explains this fetish that everyone else seems to not have a problem with. But that’s them, and I’m me, and my girlfriend is in the passenger seat of his car giving him an otherwise public blowjob on the way to get lunch. Then it’s back to his for round 3. Fuccck.

The only thing that would be better is driving them around myself. They’re in the back seat. She’s on her knees on the seat with her face in his lap. I have to keep my eyes on the road but I can hear her slobbering, choking on him. His moans too, he reaches up to the front seat and pats me on the shoulder, ‘dude she is a blowjob queen! Y’all are the best!’ I crack back, ‘I’m having fun too, it’s nice to watch her go to work.’ I peer into the rearview mirror, she hasn’t even moved her head up, not paying attention to our conversation about singing her praises. She’s in her own world trying to milk every last drop of cum from his thick rod. In buzzer-beater fashion, as we pull into the resturant parking lot I can hear him breathe deeper and moan heavier. Just a few seconds of silence before he lets out a loud sigh and pushes her head down to the base of his cock, flooding her mouth and throat with cum. I’m fully turned around watching at this point. I can’t even see her face through her hair, I reach back and tuck her messy blonde hair behind her ear. She slowly eases from his base up to the tip, swallows, and kisses his tip before smiling at me. There’s half of a second of an awkward pause then we all laugh a little, easing the situation. ‘I don’t know about you,’ my first interaction with her since she climbed in the back seat, ‘but I’m starving. Though it seems you already got a good meal huh?’ She chuckles, ‘that was hard work, I definitely have an appetite.’ She winks at me and wipes the last bit of him off the side of her lip. ‘What about you?’ This is the first time we turn to him, still recovering and enjoying the bliss of cumming down her throat, ‘yeah, I can eat.’ Great! I hop out of the driver seat and come around the front of the car where she meets me, in a very proud-of-herself and bratty mood, still obviously horny, ‘did you like that?’ She asked in a lower tone, more so to check in with me and gauge how I’m feeling. ‘It was intense, and I’m sure we can talk about it when we get home but I’m happy and horny as fuck at the moment.’ ‘Good,’ she smiled, ‘me too. Light check?’ ‘Green.’ The traffic lights serve as a helpful indicator for how comfortable we are in a given situation. Green, doing good. Yellow, some apprehension- let’s talk. Red, not comfortable/crossing a boundary. As it stands, I’m good to go if she is. He comes around to the front of the car, finally composed, smiles, smacks her on the ass, and asks, ‘we ready?’ We both smile and I take her by the hand into the restaurant where we get seated at a 4 top booth in the corner. Perfect. I slide into the booth and they both sit opposite me, her first in the corner, then him, effectively trapping her in there. I’ve been dripping precum since the car but calmed for a second to interact with the workers. Now I feel myself starting to grow again as her and I play casual footsie, teasing each other. I wedge my foot in between her legs, then another. I slowly and forcefully pull apart, spreading her legs on the other side of the table. He gets the hint, casually and despite her hushed but intense protests, he slips his hand down the front of her leggings until she bites her bottom lip and is forced to tuck her head into his arm so that other eaters don’t see the extacy on her face. I chat a little louder than necessary about what we might get, to cover any accidental moans she might let out. She reaches across the table for my hand and grabs it tightly to avoid yelling out. Her legs are her own now, opening up to let more of him in and clamping down to seize on his fingers. ‘Hi folks, how are we doing today?’ The server apparently startled all three of us who had all been so intently focused on her public pleasure, we almost forgot we were in public. I cough and her knee hits the table, causing the silverware to jump. We all let out a little chuckle, ‘Hi we’re awesome, how are you?’ I finally retort to kill the silence. She plays it normal, ‘great thank you, can I get you all started with some waters? Anything else?’ I smile and say, ‘a round of waters is great, thanks.’ She smiles at all of us, her bull and I able to play casual enough where she is barely able to look up and flash a quick smile to the server before burying her face into the menu, still getting fingerbanged and edging closer with the intensity and sexual tension of the situation. She’s gripping the menu so hard I’m sure they’ll throw it out after we leave. The server walks away and before she can come back, she digs her forehead into his arm, ‘do it, now! Faster!’ She’s quietly begging for him to bring her to orgasm in this quiet little restaurant. Gripping my hand harder her legs start to shake, I hold the table down so it’s not making noise. She closes her eyes tight and holds her breath for a 5 blissful seconds. I’m so hard watching her squirm and wrap around his arm I don’t even care when her eyes burst open, ‘wait!’ She exclaims a little louder than she should have, drawing a quick passive glance from the table on the other wall; too late. She’s rolling her eyes back as I can only imagine what he’s doing to her, how he’s touching her. Her leg shakes past the point of casual and I’m holding more than one menu vertical to try and minimize the attention this corner is drawing. She’s cumming all over his hand, god I can hear how wet she is from the other side of the table. There’s about 15 more seconds of failing to adequately cover her orgasm before she finally subsides and opens her eyes. Her face flushed, breathing like she just ran a marathon, flashes me a quick look before looking up into his eyes. ‘Fuck,’ they both say quietly to each other, then he asks a question that makes my cock twitch ‘should we tell him?’ Tell me what? Is there something I should know about, are they crossing a boundary, hell I can’t even tell if he still has his hand inside her. Jealousy starts to creep and build, ‘tell me w-‘ is all I managed to get out. ‘Here are those waters for yall!’ The server brings us all crashing back to reality as we all forgot where the hell we were at the moment. ‘Are we ready to order?’ We all start fumblefucking for menus, shuffling, reading upside down, flipping the menu, opening it, just looking for something to get this server the hell away from us, as she can’t speak and her bull di indeed still have his fingers inside her, leaving him with one hand. Finally, pizza, ‘pizza!’ I blurt out. If we had been anywhere else or in any other situation I might have seemed like I was having a stroke. ‘We’ll do a large pizza for the table, cheese, and a grilled chicken salad for the lady as well, thank you kindly.’ ‘Okay will that be-‘ ‘yep that’s all thank you.’ I try to over correct my rude cutoff with a genuine smile, but I’m just trying to get this server to walk the hell away. Naturally she leaves to put in our order, whatever, I’ll make sure she’s comped on the tip. I almost snap back around, ‘tell me what?’ I’m a little more forceful as insecurity has been building ever since he first asked her that question. He chuckled and she, still flushed, and I’m assuming a little embarrassed pointed down. ‘What?’ I asked, directed at her. ‘Look under the table!’ She gritted out through her teeth. Oh God, did he have his dick out? Was he gonna make her blow him right here? My jealousy coupled with horniness to create a feeling I still can’t adequately describe. I slowly look under the table to an unforgettable scene. She, yes still being fingered, I can see his fingers moving back and forth in her pants, had came, well squirted all over the seat and floor! I slowly sit back up, and let out a half laugh. ‘Well that’s an issue.’ ‘Yeah no shit!’ She retorted. At last he finally took his hand back, tasted her, and excused himself to the restroom. Now it’s just us for the first time in some time. ‘What the hell are we gonna do it looks like I pissed myself!’ I chuckle, not sharing her urgency, ‘it’s gonna be oka-‘ ‘How the fuck is this gonna be okay!?’ That was slightly bitchier than it needed to be, after all, she’s the one who just ejaculated all over then cushion. I quirk my head, ‘you wanna play this game?’ I thought to myself. Without a word I knock the water sitting in front of her over and into her lap. She jumps, trying to avoid my intentional mistake. ‘Oops,’ I say with no real feeling other than pride in my clever solution which left her covered in ice water. The server rushes over with a few towels and gives them to her, ‘here! Don’t worry about that we’ll take care of it after y’all leave, do we want to move to a different booth?’ The server asks. Not amused with my solution at all, she instead asks if we can get our food to go and by the time her bull gets back from the restroom, we’re settled up and ready to leave. ‘What happened?’ He asked obviously aware of the former situation but not the latter. ‘I just got a little clumsy and accidentally spilled her water on her and the cushion.’ We share a smile that she does not. ‘Oh well, we can go home and eat and you can change out of those soaking clothes.’ ‘I know.’ She said in a low, unamused voice, before a sly smile started to bend around her lips. ‘And I’m driving’ with one quick movement she snatched the keys from my hand and bolted to the car to lock herself in the driver seat. Both of us standing there, knew we wanted her attention on the car ride back, but as it would seem, we’d have to wait. ‘Fuck’ we both muttered, and slowly trudged to the car, slightly sexually frustrated at the situation we all had a hand in creating