A Cuck In Hand
A Cuck In Hand
by Elliot Silvestri
Copyright © 2015 Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
“You HAVE A cute cock,” Judy said, pausing briefly as she fellated Sam to pay him the backhanded compliment.
Sam was on his feet looking down at his wife. “Don’t call my cock cute,” he protested.
“Why not?” she asked after licking the length of his manhood, not a very arduous task considering the distance.
“It’s demeaning.” Sam struggled for a moment to maintain his erection as Judy played with his balls and kissed the side of his cock.
“But I like it,” she said earnestly. “It fills me up just right and you make me cum better than any of my previous lovers.” She licked the little drip of precum that was leaking out of him. It was salty on her tongue. “Even if you are smallest I’ve ever had.” She squeezed his balls and sucked fiercely on his purpled head.
Sam came hard, gasping with the surprise eruption of his spunk. Judy sucked eagerly one his cock, swallowing every bit of the thick, salty fluid. “Fuck! You know how to make me cum,” he complimented her in all earnestness.
“You’re easy,” she told him as she wiped the remains of his spunk from her lips.
Later Judy woke up in the middle of the night to find her bed empty of her husband. She stumbled out of the bed to find him in the bathroom jerking off. The door was open and the light was spilling out into the hallway. He didn’t hear her approach and she watched him for a minute wondering how long it would take him to spurt, after all she had just sucked him off a few hours earlier.
Her question was answered a moment later when he shuddered silently and the thick white seed pumped out to cover his fingers.
“Gross and sexy at the same time,” she said, startling him.
Sam jumped in surprise. “What the fuck! Were you watching me?”
“Just for a minute. What are you doing?”
“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing? Jerking off.”
“Yeah. I can see that. But why?”
“You said it annoys you when I do it in bed and when I wake you up in the middle of the night to ask you for sex. So I came in here.”
“Very thoughtful.” This had been a problem at the beginning of their relationship and into the start of their marriage. While Judy thought her libido was active and robust, Sam needed sex, or so he said, twice as much as her. This led to a lot of masturbation on his part. It didn’t bother her for the most part, but now she was intrigued. How often did he actually have to do it?
Sam turned on the faucet and washed his hands. He watched dispassionately as his semen, his sperm, went down the drain. Judy watched this whole process with a clinical detachment. It didn’t turn her on nor did it disturb her, but she was intrigued by what her husband had said.
“How often?” she asked.
“How often what?”
“How often do you jerk off?”
He sighed and looked at himself in the mirror, unable to meet his wife’s gaze. “Once a day if we don’t have sex, usually.”
Judy’s lips twisted into a little moue of confusion. “But I just gave you a blowjob four hours ago.”
“Sometimes more,” he amended.
“And all in that little cock,” she teased. “It packs quite a wallop that I wasn’t expecting.”
“Ha ha.”
“Does it upset ...