The next morning, after showering, I was making breakfast when Vicki came up behind me. She wrapped her arms around me from behind and kissed the back of my neck. "Good morning, my special cuck," she purred. Her hands dropped to my locked cock. "How are you holding up, darling?" I turned in her arms and we kissed softly. Her naked body pressed against me. I could feel her heat through my clothes. I instantly expanded in m...

We look forward to this week every month, it's the week when Vicki's favorite lover comes and stays with us for a couple of days. Where I sleep in the spare room while he enjoys my wife in our marital bed as they reconnect like two lust-crazed teenagers. He is F.I.F.O. miner, and after three weeks of twelve-hour days, he flies into town with a lot of pent-up sexual energy, which he unleashes on my uber-sexual wife. He wil...

Trying to work was a chore, my mind flooded with images of last night, which left me unable to be productive. My cock was at the minimum half-mast, even though I was feeling physically drained. I avoided any rapport with my colleagues, I wanted to be alone in my thoughts, to wallow in my angst. My phone pinged at 10 a.m. With a message from Vicki, a simple throbbing heart emoji. I opened the attachment and my cock went fr...