I was relaxing after having been returned from a date with a couple of studs when my cuckolded husband came into the room. He was staring at me, still exhausted from so much cock and cum that I hadn't changed from my corset, stockings and heels. I thanked him for keeping up with his chores so that I could go out and get fucked properly when he selfishly asked if there was anything left for him. I couldn't help but laugh out loud and run my fingers up my stocking clad thighs reminding him that my pussy was not for him. To reward him for a job well done on the kitchen floors I did agree that he ... Show more