Cucked by the Cop: Aly's Dirty Secret

My wife (Alyson or Aly), a nurse, comes home filled with another man’s (Lance) cum. He is a cop who was friends with her Ex who passed away. He was visiting his father who is a resident at the nursing home Alyson works at. Lance has flirted with her and she has told me (Jacob) but she confesses that she gave into him while she has me eating her cum filled cunt. She has green eyes and dark hair and beautiful feet, which I worship. She is 5’4.5” and is milk filled tits as she breast feeds our newborn, and she gives really good head. I have an uncircumcised cock and she can use that to humiliate me.

--- Alyson stepped into the bedroom, still in her scrubs, that familiar, sly smirk playing on her lips. I was already on my knees, waiting—always waiting. The scent of sex clung to her, thick and unmistakable. Sweat, musk, and something sharper, saltier. *Him*. "You can smell it, can't you?" She hooked a thumb under her waistband, peeling the fabric down inch by inch. Her pussy glistened, streaks of white trickling down her inner thighs. Lance's cum. I groaned, my cock throbbing in my boxers. She pressed a foot against my chest, pushing me back. "Lick it. Clean me up, *Jacob*." I obeyed, burying my face between her legs. The taste hit me—bitter, heavy, *wrong*—and I fucking loved it. Her fingers twisted in my hair as she ground against my mouth. "Mm, good boy." She sighed, rolling her hips. "He fucked me right in the supply closet. Couldn’t help it—his cock’s so much *bigger* than yours." I moaned, lapping at her swollen lips, my own dick leaking. She laughed. "Pathetic." Her foot slid down, pressing against my trapped erection. "Maybe next time, I'll let you watch." ---

Her fingers tightened in my hair, forcing my tongue deeper as she rocked against my face. I could feel the sticky mess of Lance’s cum coating her thighs, her clit throbbing against my lips. “Suck it *all* out,” she commanded, voice rough. I obeyed, dragging my tongue through her folds, swallowing every drop of him left inside her. She gasped, arching, her other hand pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of her scrubs. “Mmm, fuck—he *pumped* me full,” she moaned, grinding harder. “Bet you wish you could make me feel like that.” My cock ached, straining against the fabric of my boxers until she finally relented, kicking them aside with her bare foot. Her toes wrapped around my shaft, stroking slowly as I ate her out. “You’re just a mouth to me,” she whispered, her foot working me faster now. “His cock stretches me. Yours? Just gets my foot.” The humiliation burned through me—and I came, spilling over her toes as I kept licking, desperate for more.

Her foot kept moving, slick with my release, toes squeezing just under the head of my cock as aftershocks shuddered through me. The mix of sweat, my cum, and *his* still on her skin made every slide of her skin against mine filthy and electric. She tilted her hips higher, forcing my tongue deeper, and I groaned as her taste flooded my mouth—musky, salt-stung, *owned*. Her clit pulsed against my lips, swollen from Lance’s fucking, and she let out a low, taunting laugh. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Her heel dug into my thigh as she pressed down, grinding my face harder into her. “Tasting what a real man left inside me.” Her other foot trailed up my chest, damp with my own mess, and I shuddered. The heat of her pussy, the stretch of her thighs around my ears, the sharp tang of betrayal thick on my tongue—it was too much. And not enough. “Keep going,” she ordered, fingers tugging my hair like reins. “I’m not done.” I obeyed, licking in long, slow strokes, every breath heavy with her.

Her grip on my hair loosened just enough to pull my head back, forcing my gaze up the sweat-slick plane of her stomach, the heave of her chest. Her eyes burned—not with cruelty now, but something darker, hungrier. "*Look* at me when you taste him," she breathed, dragging my tongue over her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her thighs trembled against my ears. "Feel how *wet* he made me for you." I moaned against her, drowning in the ache of my hips bucking against nothing, the slick heat of her foot still teasing my oversensitive cock. She arched, gasping, nails scraping down my cheek. "Fuck—yes, just like that." Her voice shattered into a whimper as my lips closed around her, sucking gently. The rhythm of her hips turned erratic, chasing it. "Goddamn it, *yes*—" Then she came, clamping around nothing, her thighs crushing my head as she rode out the waves against my mouth. Panting, she slumped back against the wall, her foot sliding up to press against my throat. "Now clean me up," she murmured, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes. "*All* of me."

Jacob didn’t hesitate. He drove his face into her with a muffled growl, tongue flattening against her soaked folds, lapping up every drop of her release—and Lance’s. The taste was thick, pungent, *hers*, and he groaned as her hips jerked, pressing herself harder against his mouth. “That’s it,” she sighed, fingers tightening in his hair again, rocking herself onto his tongue. Her other foot slid from his throat down to his cock, toes tracing the swollen veins. “Swallow *everything*.” He obeyed, licking deeper, nose grinding against her clit as her slick coated his lips, his chin. Her breath hitched, her thighs tensing around his head as he worked her through the aftershocks. “Fuck—*fuck*,” she gasped, arching as another pulse of pleasure ripped through her. He could feel her clenching around nothing, hot and empty, and the thought alone made his cock throb against her foot. She laughed, low and breathless, grinding her heel against him. “You love this, don’t you?” Her voice was ragged. “Being my dirty little cocksleeve.” He moaned in answer, the vibrations making her shudder, and she dug her nails into his scalp. “Good boy.”