'Anna's Cuckold' is one of my most commented on stories on Literotica (currently it has 40 comments). Predictably given the subject matter these comments are extremely mixed, with some readers absolutely loving it and some hating it... though as usual the negative comments weren't about my writing they were mostly about the subject matter, which is a bit comical when you consider it literally has the word 'Cuckold' in the title. But hey, what are you gonna do? Haters gonna hate, right?
Anyway, a couple of days ago I re-read it and for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to redo the story but telling it from the husband's perspective. I'm not really sure why I thought that would be a good idea, but I've done it now so I might as well post it and see what people think. In fact, for shits and giggles I might just post it in the 'Loving Wives' category, it will get a worse score for sure, but way more views probably and lots more comments... which I'm sure will be hilarious.
Oh and incidentally, yes I'm still working on the other five stories... I'm just having a break now that I finally finished the first draft of Story #5.
ANNA'S CUCKOLD (REDUX)
From the moment Anna left until the moment she got home I never stopped thinking about her. It’s been the same every time and contrary to what I believed to begin with, no… it doesn’t get any easier. In fact, if anything it gets harder. Especially once you move past the point where you think this might be the last time…
Things had progressed significantly in recent weeks but Anna assured me repeatedly that she still loved me and that she would never leave me. This was much appreciated since she was now seeing Ben regularly and each time she came back new ideas seemed to surface, usually to my detriment. She appeared sincere, but at the same time it was hard to believe she could still feel the same about me when she was fucking someone else. Someone who was a lot better at it than I ever was… apparently.
I frittered away the evening, unable to concentrate and constantly thinking about Anna. It was torture honestly, thinking about her being with him. Sucking him, fucking him, doing God knows what else with him. I edged myself repeatedly, masochistically imagining every sordid act they might be propagating in my absence… but like always I saved my cum for when my Queen got home.
I heard her car pull into the drive and tensed a little. Soon she would be coming up the stairs, her pussy dripping with cum for me to clean with my tongue. She knew I couldn’t refuse, I never have and I never will… I adore her pussy. No matter how used and dirty it is when she comes home.
