Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver are the golden couple on the street. Mrs. Cleaver is a stay-at-home house-wife and is happy to cook and clean for her husband. She always has a drink and his slippers waiting for him when he comes home, and a gourmet meal in the oven. She is always impeccably dressed, with her heels, hose, pearls, and hat when she goes out.
Mrs. Sascha Cleaver at home
On his days off, Mr. Cleaver is always puttering around the yard, keeping the house in impeccable repair. They pay their bills on time, go to all the right parties, and once a month, throw a huge party for all of their neighbors on the block. They are members of the bridge club, and go bowling every Wednesday night.
What Mr. Cleaver doesn’t realize, however, is that while he’s at work making money for their golden lifestyle, Mrs. Cleaver is cuckolding him with a variety of men.
You see, Mr. Cleaver has an average size cock. Oh, it would be good for most women, but Mrs. Cleaver found out at last year’s Christmas party, that she really gets off on big, long, fat dicks. That big fat dick in particular belonged to Mr. Cleaver’s boss. Mr. Cleaver never found out why he got such a nice Christmas bonus, but Mrs. Cleaver knows.
But that was just the beginning. Now Mrs. Cleaver fucks the yard man, the gas man, the delivery boys, and the two black men who just moved in down the street.
In fact this is how Mr. Cleaver caught her…. Mrs. Cleaver was fucking both of those very large black men with their very large veiny, throbbing, mushroom-headed cocks one day, when Mr. Cleaver came home a few hours early. He saw the bedroom light was on and just happened to look in the window. What he saw astonished him… There was Mrs. Cleaver in nothing but her garter belt and seamed stockings, being reamed by both of those huge black dicks. Even through the plate glass, he could hear Mrs. Cleaver moaning and screaming out their names.
Even more astonishing, Mr. Cleaver found himself getting rock hard, even without touching himself. He started remembering all those nights where Mrs. Cleaver would make him lick her pussy, and it always seemed to taste a bit odd. He realized that Mrs. Cleaver was making him clean up all those cream pies. And all the Thursday evenings when she’d “go out with the girls” but come home reeking of sex and liquor and cigarette smoke.
Without even thinking about it, Mr. Cleaver went inside and stood in the doorway of their bedroom, and pulled down his pants. He held his inadequate cock in his hand and stroked it off in just a few strokes, all the time watching Mrs. Cleaver taking both of those dicks at the same time.
Mrs. Cleaver looked up at him and smiled. “Was it as good for you as it was for me, dear?” she asked Mr. Cleaver.
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