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 ...

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 could contribute to the mess in my stockings by me jerking him off onto them before he would be required to clean me up. The poor cuckold was so excited that even after being had by so many large cocked bulls earlier I would allow him this pleasure, that he quickly showered the laced portions on the top of my stockings in pure bliss.