Wish list scenario.

I sat in the corner of the room, my satin panties tight from arousal and shame. The room smelled of sex already — her perfume, his cologne, the faint musk of their bodies tangled earlier while I waited like a good, cuckold husband.

She was stretched out on the bed now, her legs lazily spread as he lay beside her, still half-hard, glistening with her wetness. Her fingers played idly with the base of his cock, keeping him from going soft too quickly.

“Come here,” she said, beckoning me with two fingers, her voice gentle but expectant. “Fluff him up a bit, baby. I want him nice and hard when he takes me again.”

My cheeks burned as I crawled forward onto the bed in my stockings, feeling the lacy training bra tighten against my chest. I leaned in and nuzzled her lover’s shaft, my lips brushing the head as I kissed along its length, tasting the mix of their arousal.

“Mmm… that’s it,” she purred, stroking my hair. “You look so pretty down there. Keep going.”

I opened my mouth and let him slide past my lips. He twitched at the contact, grunted softly. I sucked slowly, letting my tongue swirl around the head, then down the shaft, my hand stroking what I couldn’t take in. My humiliation only made me harder beneath the panties — confined, aching.

She sat up, watching me, one leg draped across his chest. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered. “Get him nice and hard for me. The longer he lasts, the more you get to listen. Isn’t that what you want?”

I moaned around his cock, nodding, taking in the implications of her words. My eyes watered as he stiffened in my throat, my body tingling with the twisted pleasure of being used like this, not for my own climax, but to make sure she would experience more.

I kept sucking — slow, steady, obedient. He was fully hard now, his cock pulsing in my mouth, slick with my saliva and her scent. I could feel his thighs tensing beneath my hands.

“Good boy,” she cooed, brushing hair from my face. “You’re doing so well for me. Always so eager to please and so obedient to save yourself whilst watching us.”

Her praise lit something deep inside me — that twisted heat of submission that made my trapped little cock throb behind the satin. She noticed. Of course, she noticed.

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Go and kneel down on the floor, baby, and submit to him fully and then you can play with your little willy for me while you suck him. You’ve earned that much.”

I whimpered, humiliated and aching, but so grateful. I moved off the bed and knelt, he following to stand before me as she joined him by his side. My fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, trembling as they found my stiff little cock. It was already leaking. I started stroking in short, fast motions, desperate and pathetic.

She watched me with a proud smile, legs spread slightly, cum leaking down one thigh, now content for a moment just to observe. “Look at you… God, I’m so proud of you, baby. Watching you take his cock like that — it turns me on so much.”

He groaned, his hips twitching. I gagged slightly but didn’t stop, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as I stroked harder, aching for release.

Her fingers found my cheek again, gently. “You make all of this possible. Letting me have what I need… letting me take a real man… You’re such a good husband.” Her hand then moved between her legs, fingering her cummy pussy, and she let out a low moan

I whimpered, her words sinking into my core. I stroked faster, my little cock twitching helplessly inside the silk. The humiliation of it all — her praise, his cock in my mouth, my own arousal smeared against my fingers — was too much.

She leaned in close, her voice a soft, warm command. “Go ahead, baby boy. Cum for me. Let it out. Make a mess in those pretty panties while you suck his cock. I want to see you pleasure yourself, enjoy this night as much as we are.”

I moaned around him, my body convulsing as I obeyed. I jerked once, twice — then came, pathetically but oh so hard into the satin. The heat spread immediately, sticky and wet, soaking through the fabric. I shuddered, my lips still wrapped around him as my orgasm, so strong I felt light-headed, almost to the point of fainting, faded into full-body shame and humiliation.

When I finally pulled back, gasping, my cheeks were wet with spit and tears. I sat back on my knees, dazed, my limp, shrinking cock barely visible through the ruined satin.

She glanced down at the dark, wet patch and gave a little laugh — not cruel, but knowing. Pleased.

She turned to him, reached over, and gently wrapped her sticky fingers around his still-throbbing cock. “See?” she said, stroking him slowly. “This is why I need a real man.” She then pushed him back onto the bed where he lay, cock hard as a flagpole, and she went to follow, but not before scooping up his cum from her thigh and offering me her fingers, which I eagerly accepted, sucking them dry

He smirked as she climbed onto him, and I stayed where I was — drained, aching, and so helplessly, hopelessly hers.

“Love you,” she mouthed and I replied, mouthing “love you too” whilst thinking - and enjoying him as much as I have, fantasising about what it would be like to take a man to climax in my mouth.