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I was on a camping trip with friends last week and I just got back last night. My wife and I texted a bit. At first it was just telling each other about our days. This later turned into me telling her how much I missed her and how much I was eager to come home to her. Saturday night she told me how horny she was and how much she needed me. We spent most of the night edging while texting and we both came hard right before bed. Despite being 500 miles apart it was still very intimate.

The next day she was going to one of her friend’s wedding, so we did not have much opportunity to text. She sent me a picture of her in her dress and she looked stunning. I told her how sad I was that I wouldn’t be there to appreciate her in person and she promised me that I would get to appreciate her as much as I wanted as soon as I got home.

I did not hear from her until 8:00 am the next morning. I was packing up my tent when I got a text that simply said “good morning, darling. I can’t wait to see you today!” I replied that I would be hitting the road soon and that I will be in her arms in 8 hours.

I spent my entire drive home growing progressively more arroused. I needed her in my arms. I needed to play with her body and make her cum so badly. The tension between us was so great that I was sure she would be begging for me to break our 4 month streak of no PIV intercourse.

When I got home she was waiting for me in bed. I showered and joined her, pinning her to the bed kissing her passionately. I was debilitatingly horny and I could smell and feel how wet she was through her panties. I fingered her for a while as we kissed.

Then I lowered my pants, let my cock spring out, and positioned between her legs to enter her. She put one hand on my chest and another on the top of my head. She gave me the most adoring look I had ever seen her give me just as she started pressing down on the top of my head, signaling me to go down on her.

I lowered my head between her legs and gently licked her lips before diving my tongue in deeper. As soon as my tongue was inside her I picked up the unmistakable taste of condom.

I looked up at her. She was breathing heavily and giving me this knowing look. Her face went red. She could tell that I knew. I was so invigorated by this. I made love to her with my tongue and fingers until she fell asleep. I jerked off thinking about what she must have gotten up to while I was out of town.

My bf loves giving me dares and or challenges all the time, especially when we go out. Most of them occur when we go out and drink at the bars or parties but some happen when I go to work. Anyways, since we’re going on vacation soon, we decided to go to the mall to buy new bikinis. Usually my go to is to just buy them online but it’s honestly so hit or miss for me and my sizes. In my mall we don’t have too many options tbh, so my go to is usually Aerie. I’ll usually let my bf pick out the ones that he likes because it’s really only him that I care about and mainly gets to see me. His favourites are black thong bottoms and really any top lol, but I have wait too many of those. This time I got a one piece and a bunch of other colour 2 pieces to try on.

Were not usually the couple that goes in the change room together so he usually sits on the dedicated boy friend chairs in the there lol. It’s a Saturday so it’s extremely busy so I get sent to the changeroom in the corner but someone’s bf is already in that chair on that side so my bf has to go to the other end (would be weird if he stood since there was rooms on both sides and were extremely tight in space. So while I got in my bf texts me that I should “accidentally leave my curtain alittle open so the guy sitting right in front of my room can see, I just told him to shut up lol. I tried on the first one and texted him to come and see if he liked it. I opened the curtain all the way and the guy sitting there just stared and said sorry and went back to looking on his phone. There were a few other bfs but there were chairs in the middle near the entrance so they couldn’t see anything. My bf obviously loved it cause he’s a horny bastard and loves anything that shows my body, so I sent him away.

When he closed the curtain he left it abit open and texted “leave it”. I have to admit the way he was so nervous was pretty hot, especially cause he was younger and kept glancing at me. Anyways it was super awkward since I was facing forward and he was just staring at me through the crack lol so I just turned around and gave him a show for that view. For the 6 other bikinis I decided to just FaceTime my bf and show him so he wouldn’t have to walk back and forth but also didn’t want him to interrupt my new friend a show.

Anyways, I tried on every bikini with it cracked open and occasionally would stare at him and he just stared back. For my last bikini, my bf got me a small because it’s hit or miss sometimes with sizing, let’s just say this was basically a g string and only covered my nipples for the top lol. I FaceTimed my bf and he was loving every second of it, I ended the call and open the curtain and this guys eyes flew wide open. I walked out and walked to my bf past all the other guys and he had the biggest smile on his face lol. I made eye contact with all the guys I walked past and was getting many dirty looks for their gfs😂 anyways when I got back to my room I left a wider gap and changed fully infront of the guy and just smiled to him as I left.

Sorry I’ve been so inactive, work has been super busy so havnt had to much time. Will try to post more but would also love some challenges and dates from you all to try!

This past summer I left my job of 5 years to join a new firm. The salary was much better but the pressure was high. From the first day at my new job I really didn’t liked it. Everyone seemed so competitive and much of the guys there seemed like real assholes. In particular there was this guy Tom. He was about my same age, one year older so 29 and he was the kind of dude who tried to make fun of everyone that made comments about every woman in the office.

I had to spend some time with him as we worked on the same project and to be fair he was the only one who included me in the conversation during breaks. Now usually dudes who talk shit about people when they are not around you can be sure they talk shit about you when you are not around. The thing that most triggered me was the way he would talk about women in general. He revealed me that he had fucked a couple of interns there and also a married woman in the office.

From what I understood was that he has a fetish for married or engaged women. He would tell me how he banged the shit out of her before sending her to her husband at home and suff like that. Now I had been in a relationship for 6 years with my beautiful girlfriend Sarah who to me is an angel. Hearing this douchebag talk about how all women are sluts inside and they all cheat made me slap him, which ofc I didn’t do since not only I was not someone who confronts people but he was also a bit bigger than me.

Now in the middle of the those stressing days between long hours of work and hearing my colleagues talking about stupid shit I found myself a day thinking about how someone would cheat on her husband with a guy like Tom. I was against cheating in general but with Tom was really extra stupid. What surprised me was that I could see other girls being flirty with him and reacting well to his jokes. All this made me start thinking of how my girlfriend would never do that to me, especially with someone like him.

Sarah is beautiful. 5’7 brunette very fit as she has been going to the gym since forever and the most important thing is she is a very smart person, very mature and sensitive. I could never think of her doing what some of this girls around the office were doing, but the idea stuck in my mind. One day as we were just taking a break Tom was telling another colleague how he is making progress with a data analysts from another department. Apparently she has a boyfriend and she was really into fucking Tom, but she had to be careful not to get caught.

Hearing that I zones out for a while putting myself in that situation and thinking about what if it was me the boyfriend whose girlfriend was about to jump on Tom’s cock. What if Sarah went out of her mind and let Tom fuck her. The idea of that asshole fucking my girlfriend made me have a bonner immediately. I tried to control myself but in the next days I started thinking about that scenario constantly. Multiple times a day I would think how My lovely girlfriend one day would let her inner slut go and give herself to a guy like Tom.

Thinking about how she would suck his cock and how good he must feel to bang my girlfriend with me knowing it was making me go crazy. I started jerking off much often than usual and cuckold porn became a big part of my free time those days. I knew I had to let that thought go as Sarah would never consider it but it was so hard. One day at work Tom found out I was in a relationship and started asking the usual questions, how long we had been together, was that something serious, was I planning to get married and I noticed how he was interested in checking how she looked like.

One day as we were randomly talking about vacations I told him about a trip I had in Spain with Sarah and while showing him some pictures I took there I purposely scrolled through a couple of pictures of me and her at the beach in Spain. Sarah was in her bikini and although I scrolled fast to make it look i opened those pictures accidentally he told me she looked great. He asked me to scroll back at those pictures and I did. He complimented her body and asked me if she worked out. I told him she does and that she takes really good care of her body.

He smiled and told me I was lucky and to take care of her. I didn’t have a plan but I thought maybe by making him talk about her and see her would make something happen. I knew Tom and some of the other guys in the office often hanged out at a bar downtown after work so one day I decided to take Sarah with me. I told her some colleagues suggested me that bar and that we could try it out. We were there one Friday night and Sarah was wearing some tight black pants and a tight black shirt that revealed her boobs.

Once there I didn’t see any of the guys so we just sat on the bar and ordered some drinks. About half an hour later I felt a hand on my shoulder and once I turned around I saw Tom. I presented him to Sarah and he joined us for a while. I could notice how he was checking her out and it was clear he liked what he saw. I let them talk for a while and then once his other friends came he moved to a different table with them. Sarah told me he looked fun. After about while Tom called me and asked me if I wanted to join them. He was with a couple of guys from work and also a girl from work.

We sat with them and I made sure Sarah sat between me and Tom. We all ordered some more drinks and talked about random stuff for about an hour. I tried to have conversations with other guys so that Tom could talk to her and that is what happened. The idea of them being so close turned me on a lot. I could hear him brag a bit about himself and his job which was classic Tom. Once we got back home Sarah talked about all the guys she met especially about Tom and how he looked a bit cocky but overall he seemed fun.

I told her how he was a bit of a player and how girls around the office seemed to be interested in him. She told me he was good looking so she understood why, but that she for instance never saw herself with dudes like him. The next day at work, just as I anticipated Tom told me how he thought Sarah was great. He then made a joke telling me what a sexy girl like her was doing with me. We laughed and then he added that her body looked great. He told me he could tell she worked out by her round butt. I jokingly told him to keep his hands off her and he smiled and told me he would try.

Tom started asking me about Sarah more often and he would bring her up in conversation. We planned to hang out one weekend and with our group of colleagues and Tom insisted I should bring my girlfriend. Sarah was down for it as she didn’t went out much. We planned to hand out at the same bar, but just a couple of hours prior Tom called me and asked me if we wanted to hang out just the three of us instead as the other guys were quite lame and they didn’t know how to have fun. I asked Sarah about that and she told me it was fine for her either way.

She decided to wear a nice grey dress that made her butt look amazing and it also showed her thong underneath a bit. She asked me if I thought it was too exaggerated but I told her she looked amazing in that. “So it would be only the three of us?” She asked as she was pulling her dress down a bit not to make it look too short.
I got so horny and I couldn’t wait to see them together.

Tom came and picked us up at our place and as I opened the front door he joked telling me to have some respect and let the lady sit in the front seat. I did so and the whole 20 minute ride I could see him turn his eyes and check on her legs and boobs. They left me out of the conversation during the ride and I loved it. Tom took us at a rooftop bar and we got a seat at a high table with a nice view. Seating there was a bit uncomfortable for Sarah as she had to be careful not to show her panties with Tom right next to her.

We started having some drinks and it didn’t take long for Tom to fully concentrate on her. Watching them laughing together and him checking her out all the time made me so horny. After a couple of hours we got a bit tipsy and I could see Tom becoming increasingly more flirty with my girlfriend. It surprised me that she really didn’t mind that. I decided to leave them alone for a while and going to the bathroom and when I came back I could see them a bit closer to each other smiling and talking.

We left around midnight and on our way out Tom made sure to check her butt as she walked in front of us. He asked me if I wanted to drive as he felt quite drunk so I hoped in and he joined Sarah on the backseat. It was so weird and I could see from the mirror that he was very close to her. The ride didn’t took long so after I left him home I told him we would get a cab. Once we were home Sarah asked me if he was interested in her or if he did flirt with every woman. I told her that was his type and that it wasn’t easy resisting her. She laughed and kissed me. She told me she noticed that the alcohol got a bit to his head and that she tried not to give much attention to him seating so close to her.

That night Sarah surprised me as she was very horny. We had sex twice which hasn’t happened in a long time and I could tell she enjoyed the attention. I knew nothing special happened but in my mind I thought we made a bit of progress on my fantasy of watching her get fucked by him. What I learned in the next days was that maybe we were close to that fantasy become a reality than I thought…

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Jeff sat back in my chair, chest still rising and falling, sweat glistening on his skin, a smug satisfaction radiating from every part of him. Nicole remained on her knees before him, her lips still parted, her face covered in streaks of his release—his final signature on her. Her hand had slipped from his softening cock, now resting limply in her lap, her body quiet, trembling slightly in the aftermath.

She looked dazed.

Beautiful.

Ruined.

Jeff exhaled, then turned his head toward me with that same smirk he'd worn from the beginning—like every step of this had been his plan. And now, I was deep in it. We both were.

“Travis,” he said, casual and cruel, “grab your phone again.”

My fingers twitched around it. It was still in my hand. I hadn’t even realized I’d kept recording. My thumb hovered over the screen, the device suddenly heavier, hotter.

“Take a picture,” he said. “Now. Just like that.”

Nicole looked up at me, eyes wide and uncertain. She didn’t say no. She didn’t wipe her face. She stayed still—waiting.

“I want you to remember this,” Jeff continued. “Not just in your head. But forever. Her on her knees, marked. Owned.”

My throat tightened as I slowly raised the phone, framing the image. Her eyes locked on mine—glistening, flushed, vulnerable—and then, slowly, she nodded.

I pressed the shutter.

The sound of the click filled the room like a gavel falling.

But Jeff wasn’t done.

“Now,” he said, leaning forward, his voice darker. “Post it.”

My eyes snapped to his.

“Our page?” I asked, voice barely there.

“Hotwifenicky,” he said, grinning. “She shut it down, but we both know it’s still out there. Bring it back. Let them all see what she’s become. What you let her become.”

Nicole’s breath caught. Her chest rose. Her lips parted—but again, she didn’t say no.

And me?

I stared at my phone… trembling.

Because part of me was already logging in.

The soft hiss of the jets bubbled around us as Nicole and I settled into the spa beneath a blanket of stars. The kids had finally gone to bed after a long day of soccer games, fast food, and car rides filled with music and laughter. Everything had felt almost… normal.

Except it wasn’t.

Not between us.

The silence now wasn’t comfortable—it was weighted, suspended between us like fog that wouldn’t lift. My arm rested along the edge of the spa, and Nicole was just close enough for our shoulders to touch. But not quite.

We hadn’t talked about her visit to the office.

Not after it happened.

Not last night, when we’d had sex—brief, urgent, too fast. She’d kissed me like she was trying, like she was still mine. But her eyes didn’t close the same way. Her hands didn’t cling. It had ended quickly, both of us laying in silence, the space between us in bed louder than anything else.

Now, under the stars, soaking in the heat, it was finally unavoidable.

Nicole drew in a quiet breath and glanced at me. Her hair was damp from the water, clinging to her neck. Her cheeks were flushed—not from the heat, I realized—but from something deeper. Guilt. Conflict. Need.

“I didn’t plan for it to go that far,” she said quietly.

My heart tightened. I stared straight ahead, not wanting to force her eyes. “But you went there,” I said, just as quiet.

She nodded. “I… I told myself it was just to see your new office. But I knew that wasn’t the truth.”

Her voice trembled slightly, but she didn’t stop.

“I wanted to see him. Jeff. I didn’t expect…” She trailed off, pulling her knees closer to her chest under the water. “But the way he talks to me. The way he looks at me, takes charge. The attention. It’s addictive.”

I stayed quiet, the words landing heavy and sharp. But I needed to hear them.

Nicole continued, her voice more fragile now. “It’s not just about the sex, Travis. It’s… what he brings out of me. I feel wanted. Exposed. It’s scary and intense and…” Her voice broke. “It’s like he dominates every part of me—and not just me.”

She looked at me then. Really looked.

“He dominates you too.”

The words hit like a gut punch. I wanted to argue. Deny it. But I couldn’t.

Because she was right.

I didn’t just let it happen. I didn’t stop her. I’d watched. I’d helped.

And I couldn’t pretend it hadn’t turned me on.

“I know,” I whispered. “And I don’t even understand it.”

Nicole moved closer then, cautiously, her hand resting gently on my chest. Her voice softened.

“We’re in something we can’t undo, Travis. I don’t know where it’s going. I don’t even know what we are right now.”

Her eyes searched mine, filled with worry and tenderness and something else—something darker. “But I need to be honest with you. That part of me? That part he sees?”

She paused.

“I don’t think it’s going away.”

The silence returned—but this time, it wasn’t avoidance.

It was truth.

And we were both finally standing in it.

Nicole’s hand lingered on my chest, her fingertips lightly tracing over the rise and fall of my breath as if she was unsure whether to comfort or confront me.

“Did it go too far?” she asked softly, eyes searching mine. There was no accusation in her tone—just the tremble of a woman trying to make sense of the storm she was now part of.

I swallowed hard, the heat of the water doing nothing to ease the weight in my chest.

“It’s all too far,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “Every part of it.”

She didn’t pull away. She didn’t argue.

Instead, she tilted her head slightly, lips parted, and said, “But you didn’t let go.”

I blinked.

“What?”

“When he stood between my legs,” she said gently, “when Jeff was right there… you didn’t let go of me, Travis. Not even for a second.”

Her voice was calm, but it cut deep—because it was true. I could still feel the phantom sensation of her skin beneath my hands, the back of her knees pressed against my palms, her legs spread open while he stepped forward, his cock hovering at her entrance.

I had been the one holding her there.

And I didn’t move.

Not even when I saw what he was about to do.

Not even when I knew how close he came to crossing the final line.

A shiver passed through me, involuntary, despite the heat of the spa. My arms sank into the water, resting uselessly at my sides as the memory surged in vivid clarity—the wet heat of the office, Nicole’s trembling thighs, the glint in Jeff’s eye, and the breath both of us held when the head of his cock brushed against her folds.

I could have stopped it.

I should have.

But I hadn’t.

Because some part of me—dark, desperate, hungry—wanted it to happen.

Nicole’s eyes stayed on mine, watching the realization settle in.

“You were curious,” she whispered. “Maybe more than curious.”

I couldn’t speak. Not yet. The shame was too sharp, and the truth too undeniable.

But I didn’t deny it.

And that silence… said everything.

Nicole’s eyes stayed locked on mine as the silence between us stretched—thick with truth, shame, and something neither of us wanted to name.

Then, slowly, her hand slid down beneath the water.

I felt her fingers brush along my thigh, then wrap around me.

Hard. Fully. Achingly aroused.

Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, but the look in her eyes shifted—curious, searching, as if she needed confirmation for what her hand already told her.

“You’re hard,” she said quietly. Not judging. Just… trying to understand.

I turned my head away, shame burning through me like fire. “I know.”

She didn’t pull her hand back. “You’re turned on… by what he did to me.”

I flinched.

She wasn’t wrong.

My heart thudded, loud and uneven in my chest. “I don’t want to be,” I said, voice cracking. “But I am.”

Nicole’s thumb brushed along my length beneath the water, not stroking—just holding me, present with me in the confession.

“I hated it,” I continued. “Every second of it. Watching him touch you. Watching you give in to him. The way he looked at you like you belonged to him. Like I wasn’t even there.”

She nodded slowly. “But you didn’t stop it.”

“No,” I admitted. “Because part of me… part of me wanted to see it. Wanted to see you. That side of you. But I never thought it would go that far.”

Nicole leaned in slightly, her voice softer. “And if it had gone further?”

I turned back to face her, my voice strained. “I don’t want him to fuck you, Nicole. I don’t. Everything he’s done already… it’s too much. It’s already too far.”

She didn’t answer, just let that truth sit between us. Her hand stayed on me, grounding me in the contradiction.

“I’m torn,” I whispered. “I’m sick with jealousy. But I’m aroused too. And I hate that I don’t know what I want anymore.”

Nicole moved closer, her lips brushing my shoulder, her breath warm.

“We’re both in something we don’t understand,” she said. “But at least we’re still in it together.”

Nicole rested her head gently against my shoulder, her hand still cradling me beneath the water, not moving—just there, connecting us through the heat and the tension we could no longer pretend wasn’t real.

After a long silence, she let out a breathy, almost bewildered laugh.

“It’s insane, isn’t it?” she whispered. “That he—Jeff—of all people… did this to us.”

I nodded slowly, staring out at the dark silhouette of the backyard fence, the stars reflecting in the still surface of the spa. My voice came low, hollow. “He’s… disgusting.”

Nicole lifted her head to look at me again. “He’s vulgar. Loud. Always bragging. Always pushing. He’s crude, Travis. He’s so far from the kind of man I ever thought I’d even notice.”

I met her gaze, bitter irony twisting in my chest. “And yet here we are. He walks into a room and suddenly we’re both doing things we never thought we would. Saying things. Wanting things.”

She nodded slowly, lips parted. “He’s overweight. That beer belly. That stupid smirk. The way he talks like he owns everyone.”

“I hate how much control he has,” I said, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice. “Over you. Over me. Over this entire dynamic. Like we handed him the keys without even realizing it.”

Nicole's brow furrowed. “And the worst part? It wasn’t just about him being bigger or louder. It was… how sure he is. How unshakable. Like he never doubted we’d give in.”

I nodded, shame rising again in my throat. “He saw it in us before we did.”

Her fingers flexed around me slightly. Not sexual—reassuring. Grounding.

“It’s not about him,” she said after a moment. “Not really. It’s about what he woke up in us. That power exchange. The risk. The exposure. The rawness of it all.”

The silence returned for a few moments, but it wasn’t heavy anymore—it was reflective, shared. Nicole’s head rested on my shoulder again, her hand still tucked beneath the water beneath mine, both of us soaking in the heat, the steam, and the strange sense of closeness that had emerged from the wreckage.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

About that moment.

I cleared my throat. “Can I ask you something?”

Nicole looked up, her eyes soft, cautious. “Of course.”

I hesitated. “When you… when you rimmed him…”

Her eyes searched mine, but she didn’t look away. She didn’t flinch.

“I saw you,” I continued, voice quieter now. “You put your tongue in his ass, Nicole. You were… moaning. You were stroking him like you were starving for it.”

Her face flushed with color, and she nodded slowly. “I know.”

I stared down at the water, feeling my pulse in my throat. “That’s something so decadent, so taboo. Something I never imagined you’d do for anyone. Not even me.”

Nicole looked down for a moment, then back up at me. “I didn’t imagine it either. Not before.”

“Then why?” I asked, not accusatory—just broken, curious, aching to understand.

She chewed her lip for a moment. “Because in that moment… I wasn’t thinking about what I would or wouldn’t do. I wasn’t in control. And I think I wanted that. I think part of me loved the humiliation of doing something so filthy… because you were watching.”

Her voice trembled as she continued. “It wasn’t just about him, Travis. It was about you seeing me like that. Pushed to the edge. Willing to go anywhere. For him. For you. For… us.”

The ache in my chest deepened, but so did something else—something low and electric. The image of her moaning with her tongue in Jeff’s ass, eyes fluttering, hands working him, while I watched from the sidelines—helpless, hard, ashamed—came rushing back.

“I wanted to be the one you did that for,” I said quietly.

Nicole reached up, cupping my cheek with her wet hand. “I wanted you to see what I was capable of. And now that it’s out… I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

I shifted, the tension in my chest and the weight of everything we’d said pressing down on me like gravity. I moved to sit on the edge of the spa, the cool air kissing my skin as I rose from the heat of the water. My body was tight, flushed—and fully exposed.

My erection stood there, hard and throbbing, the result of everything I’d admitted… and everything she hadn’t denied.

Nicole followed me with her eyes, gaze settling on me with a mix of amusement, affection, and something deeper—something darker and knowing.

She leaned back slightly in the water, a crooked smile tugging at her lips.

“Well,” she said softly, playfully, “you’re definitely turned on.”

I let out a breath—half a laugh, half a confession. “I don’t know what that says about me.”

Nicole swam closer, rising slightly on her knees as her arms rested on my thighs. Her breath hit the inside of my leg as she looked up at me, that smile still lingering, eyes now shimmering with heat.

“I think it says you liked seeing what I’m capable of,” she whispered.

Then, without another word, she leaned in and took me into her mouth.

Warm. Wet. Eager.

I gasped, my hands finding the edges of the spa behind me for balance. She moved slowly at first, lips gliding down my shaft with care, her tongue curling beneath me as she moaned softly. The contrast between her tenderness and what we’d just discussed sent a sharp wave through me—pleasure twisted with memory, with guilt, with something almost desperate.

She pulled back slightly, letting her lips hover over the tip, her breath warm.

Then I said it.

The question I never thought I’d ask.

“Would you… do it for me?”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, surprised—but not repulsed. Not ashamed. Her lips parted, her tongue flicking out slowly, thoughtfully.

She reached up and ran her hands along the insides of my thighs, gently urging me to open them wider.

And I did.

She smiled again.

“Lie back,” she said softly, voice steady. “Let me show you how good I made your boss feel withmy tongue in his ass.”

And just like that, something shifted again.

Not about power. Not about Jeff.

But about us.

About reclaiming something that had been taken.

Or maybe… something we’d never touched until now.

Nicole's hands were soft and steady as she ran them slowly up my thighs, the heat of her touch sending shivers through my body despite the warm night air. I leaned back slightly on my hands, legs spread, exposed in a way I’d never been before—not just physically, but emotionally. Vulnerable. Open.

She tilted her head, her wet hair trailing over my skin as she leaned closer, eyes fixed just below my waist.

“I’ve never seen this part of you,” she said softly, her tone teasing but reverent, like she was discovering something forbidden. “Not like this.”

Her fingers slid under me, gently cupping me, stroking lower until they found the edge of me—my most private place, untouched by anyone. I flinched instinctively at first, but didn’t stop her. I couldn’t.

Her hands spread me gently, and I felt the cool air kiss parts of me that had never been so exposed. My breath caught in my throat as her fingertips traced around the edge of my opening—light, playful, exploring.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “So sensitive…”

She circled slowly, pressing just enough to make my hips jerk slightly. The sensation was strange—alien and intense—but… not bad. In fact, it made my head spin. I groaned before I could stop myself, my cock twitching visibly in front of her.

Nicole smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“You like it,” she murmured. “You’re just as filthy as me.”

I couldn’t speak. My body was answering for me, betraying everything I’d once denied or dismissed. The truth of how much control she had in that moment, how much I wanted to give her—even this—was overwhelming.

Then her fingers paused. Hovering. Teasing.

Her breath tickled against my thigh as she leaned in close, her mouth just inches from where I had offered everything.

And then she smiled. Slow. Dangerous.

“Or maybe…” she whispered, her tone shifting to something darker, silkier, “…maybe I’ll keep that part just for Daddy.”

My stomach dropped. My chest tightened. The breath I’d been holding escaped in a groan.

She didn’t touch me there again. She didn’t have to.

Because in that moment, with just those words, she owned me completely.

And she knew it.

Back in college (3 years ago), during a Halloween weekend, me and a few, acquaintance at best, had been partying and eying a girl who had been more flirty the entire night. Later on when people were leaving she had been coming up to guys telling us to meet her at her apt, most assuming for just more party.

Once there, more drinks were poured as she became more handsy, suggesting we should all take turns on her, no one objected obv. 1 by 1 we went into the room and finished with me going 3rd and fucking and finishing on her 1 week or so bush. The guys did not end up staying and eventually went on about lives.

About 3-4 months later me and her had a class together and eventually started dating and still to this day do. Over time I have learned about encounters and that night. 3 of the 5 of us had taken pics of the cum on her face and finding out her nips had dry cum over them when sucking her large pink areolas.

This has set up the relationship to be more kinky than my others. Her flashing truckers and bartenders to get free drinks, nip slips/bush slips at the pool/beach and even her girls friends and my friends gfs to fondle her drunk nights. At this point 70% of people in my life have seen at least her nipple.

Since this first encounter she has blown 3 separate guys and has let countless others fondle her.

Not a writer plus I'm writing this while they're still cuddling on the couch so you'll have to excuse any mistakes.

As the title says I've been trying to get my wife (30) to go out and hook up with someone else for years but she's always been too shy and self conscious to put herself out there. Has just been is roleplaying with toys.

After a few attempts at tinder on and off over the last few months she finally landed on someone she felt a good "vibe with".

Before she left she said it was just going to be a few drinks and to chat. I checked in with her a few times throughout the night to make sure everything was still ok. After a while I stopped getting responses. After 3 hours I bit the bullet and called her, she said she was on her way home and she would give me the details soon.

When she got home first thing I noticed was she wasn't wearing a bra and her hair was a mess. She flopped down on to the bed and started groaning saying she was bad.

Turns out a few drinks and chats ended up with them running off into her car to get out of the heat and to keep talking with the aircon on. They started making out in the car and that lead to her blowing him for a while. She ended up stripping off in the car and climbed on top of him and started riding him.

Ended up getting uncomfortable ( I should mention they drove a few mins down the road to a beach carpark that was mostly deserted ) so they got out of the car and he started pounding her from behind in view of the other cars. He asked her where she wanted him to cum and she begged "please baby just fucking cum in me".

She ended up driving him back to his car and started driving back home...that's when I called to make sure everything was ok.

I'll post the 2 days later story soon.

Hey, babe!” Melissa said as she answered the FaceTime.

“Hey!” Austin said.

She held the phone to one side as she touched up her make-up. Austin caught an eyeful of her cleavage in her bodysuit with a built in push-up bra and he felt his cock stirring.

He really needed to get some. It was hard having a girlfriend across the country. In more ways than one.

“You look great,” he said, with a smirk.

“Aww, thanks, babe,” she said.

Austin could hear Melissa's roommate Lulu getting ready in the background. Lulu was a bit of a wild girl, a little rough around the edges, but her and Austin had always gotten along.

“What are you guys up tonight?” Austin asked.

“Just going to some party,” Melissa said, “what about you?”

“I don't know. Probably just have a couple beers with some of the guys.”

Melissa put her lipstick down and looked at him, fluffing her long brown hair a little. “I miss you. I can't believe it is going to be a whole nother month until I get to see you.”

“I know!” Austin said, rubbing his hand over his erection. He could hear Lulu chuckling in the background.

“I can't wait to . . . see you,” Melissa said.

“We get it, you to can't wait to fuck,” Lulu said with a laugh, leaning into the frame behind Melissa. Her big tits were in a corset that pushed them up even higher than Melissa's.

“Shut up, Lulu!” Melissa said, blushing and pushing her friend away.

“Whatever, just hurry up and finish making kissy faces at each other before we miss the whole party.”

Melissa shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright,” she said, looking back at Austin. “I love you, I'll talk to you later.”

“Love you too, have fun at the party,” Austin said.

Lulu appeared behind her again. “Don't worry, I'll make sure she does,” she said with a smirk that made Austin just a tad nervous.

Lulu and Melissa made their way across campus. Melissa's black bodysuit was high-waisted, the lines cutting up over the top of her jeans. Her red heels click-clacked and her tits jiggled as they walked up to the Theta house. She blushed a little as the football players smoking on the porch looked her up and down.

Lulu flashed the group of guys a smile as she pulled Melissa inside.

Lights were low. Music blared from big speakers and deep bass notes reverberated through a crowd of sweaty, young bodies packed into a living room that had been cleared to turn it into a dancefloor.

“C'mon, let's get a drink!” Lulu shouted.

Melissa nodded and they worked their way through the edge of the crowd toward the kitchen where a keg was set up. Nearby was a punch bowl made out of some kinda fruit juice, with a handful of empty liquor bottles on the counter behind it.

Lulu ladled out two big cups. Melissa took a sip. It was sweet, almost sweet enough to cover the cocktail of hard liquors mixed in.

“C'mon, let's dance,” Lulu said.

“I don't know . . .” Melissa said.

“No excuses. I promised your boyfriend you'd have fun. Finish your drink and let's go dance.”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright.” She winced as she took a big gulp of the potent punch and they tossed their cups into a big trash bin.

Lulu took her hand, pulling her toward the dancefloor.

A big linebacker gave them a smirk as he squeezed by them. He was tall and handsome, with arms that strained the sleeves of his t-shirt. Melissa looked down at her feet, afraid to make too much eye contact.

He looked back over his shoulder, drinking in the sight of Melissa's thick ass in her tight jeans. “Damn girl,” he said.

Lulu giggled and Melissa turned red and pushed her friend onward toward the dancefloor.

“Sounds like he liked what he saw,” Lulu said, leaning close to Melissa.

“You're the worst,” she said, shaking her head.

Lulu laughed. “But I mean . . . who could blame him?” She reached around, giving Melissa a smack on her big ass.

They danced up against each other in the tight press of bodies. Melissa felt her heart race as drunk horny guys rubbed up against them, occasionally feeling a hand wander over her ass.

It was hot in the middle of the dancefloor and after a few songs, Melissa leaned close to Lulu.

“I'm gonna go and get another drink,” Melissa said.

She made her way back into the kitchen and caught her breath as she got another cup of the fruit punch.

Suddenly she noticed the big linebacker from before was standing beside her.

“Oh!” she said.

“Hey, you,” he said with a grin.

“. . . Hey,” she said.

“I'm Dex.”

“. . . Melissa,” she said, blushing and taking a nervous sip of her drink.

“Nice to meet you, Melissa,” he said, leaning close to her as he reached past her to get a cup of punch for himself.

Her heart pounded, his strong chest only inches in front of her face.

“You come to these parties a lot?” He asked. “I haven't seen you around before.”

“Not really,” she said, taking another drink. “What about you?”

“I live upstairs, so yeah, I'm pretty much always around.”

Lulu smirked as she spotted her friend chatting with the big, handsome linebacker. She made her way over to the punchbowl. “I see somebody made a friend,” she said as she poured herself a cup.

Melissa turned red. “No! . . . Well, I mean . . . yeah, I guess.” She looked up at Dex who chuckled. She gripped her cup tighter, taking a big swig.

“I'm glad you decided to come to the party tonight,” Dex said. He put his hand on the small of her back and it sent a little shiver down her spine.

“Me too . . .” she said.

Lulu watched her friend completely lost in the football player's dreamy eyes. Lulu grinned, tipping some of her punch into Melissa's cup to top her off as the two of them chatted.

Melissa was so distracted, she didn't even notice. Lulu chuckled to herself as she watched her friend drink more, slowly leaning closer and closer to Dex.

“Hey, do you wanna go dance?” He asked.

Melissa's heart pounded in her chest and her breasts heaved in her push-up bra. “Ohh . . . I don't know.” She said, even though she knew, deep down, she definitely wanted to.

“C'mon, it'll be fun,” he said.

Melissa looked over at Lulu, though if she was honest with herself, she already knew there was no way that Lulu would try to talk her out of it. She was looking over at her because she knew her friend would push her to go after what she wanted.

The hunky linebacker standing beside her.

“It's just a dance, bitch,” Lulu said.

“Okay,” Melissa said, letting Dex take her hand. She wobbled a little on her heels as he led her out to the dance floor.

Her whole body felt like it was humming. She tried to push Austin out of her mind.

It was just a dance.

Right?

And then he had his strong arms wrapped around her, his body pressed tight against her. They swayed to the rhythm of the music.

Melissa looked up into his eyes and he smirked down at her. A potent mix of alcohol and arousal clouded her mind. She could barely think straight.

She felt his hands wander over her, squeezing her thick ass. She felt the thick bulge in his pants pressing against her navel.

She looked away, but she wanted more.

He leaned close and she felt his breath hot against her neck.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he said.

It felt like a drug coursing through her veins. She drew in short breaths and her heart pounded against his chest.

Dex leaned down and kissed her and she couldn't stop herself from kissing him back. He gripped her ass, pulling her against him. Her lips parted and she felt his tongue push into her mouth.

Across the room, Lulu grinned as she watched Melissa losing control.

Dex leaned in close. “Let's go somewhere more private,” he said.

Melissa nodded without thinking and he took her hand guiding her over to the stairs. Her legs felt weak and her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She gripped his hand tighter and he looked back over his shoulder with a smile.

She could barely believe what she was doing. Or how excited it made her feel.

Lulu slowly shadowed them, following them up to the second story of the frat house, just in time to see Melissa and Dex disappear into a bedroom at the far end of the hallway.

“That little slut,” Lulu muttered under her breath with a chuckle.

Inside the bedroom, Dex's hands were all over Melissa as the tump of the bass and the muffled sounds of partying filtered up from the floor below. He kissed her deeply, cupping her breast with one hand and squeezing her ass with the other.

She felt weak in the knees and the crotch of her bodysuit was soaked through.

She sucked in a heaving breath, trembling in his arms.

“God, I want you,” he growled.

“. . . I want you too,” she answered softly.

Dex pushed her onto the bed, kissing her. He unbuttoned her pants and she moaned into his lips as he slid his hand into her pants.

“Fuck you are wet,” he said with a grin.

“. . . I know,” she said blushing.

Both of them were far too distracted to notice the door slowly creaking open a few inches. Lulu grinned as she spied on her friend who had been so carefully guarding her virginity suddenly lost in depravity.

A wicked thought crossed her mind. She got her phone out of her purse and sent a text to Austin.

“Your girlfriend is being awfully naughty ;).”

Austin's heart started to race as he read the message and he set down his beer. He told himself that Lulu was just messing with him, but his fingers trembled as he typed out a response.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you sure you really want to know?” Lulu responded.

His heart was really pounding now.

“Just tell me.” He texted.

“I think it is better if I show you.” She responded.

Suddenly she was FaceTiming him. He took a deep breath and accepted the call.

He saw Lulu's face. She was grinning from ear to ear.

“It looks like your girlfriend couldn't wait any longer,” she said.

“What are you talking about Lulu?” He asked, starting to get angry.

Somehow her grin grew even wider. Then she turned the camera around. Through the gap in the slightly open door Austin could see Melissa making out with Dex, his hand down her pants.

Austin could barely believe what he was seeing.

“Lulu!” Austin yelled. “Go in there and get her! He's taking advantage of her.”

Melissa sucked in a big breath “God that feels so good,” she moaned. Dex pulled off her heels and tossed them on the floor. Then he reached under her and Melissa lifted her hips off the bed so he could pull her jeans off

Lulu laughed. “Oh she definitely wants it.”

Dex pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. Melissa ran her hands over his muscles.

“And who could blame her? Look at him!” Lulu said.

Austin's stomach was tied in knots but, for some reason, he couldn't seem to look away.

“I bet you're getting hard watching them, aren't you?” Lulu said.

Austin suddenly realized she was right. His cock was rock hard in his pants.

“. . . No,” he said, very unconvincingly.

Lulu laughed. “Sure, you aren't.”

“I’m gonna hang up . . .” Austin said weakly.

“Go ahead,” Lulu said, “if you wanna miss your girlfriend’s first time.”

Austin watched as his girlfriend moaned into the lips of another man. Dex worked his fingers in and out of her pussy.

For some reason, Austin couldn't quite make himself end the call.

“That's what I thought,” Lulu said with a snicker.

Austin hated himself for being so turned on. He told himself it was just because it had been so long since he had been laid, but deep down he knew it was something more. He couldn't help himself from rubbing his hand over his erection through his sweatpants.

On the screen Dex stood up. He pushed his jeans down, his huge cock springing free. Austin's heart pounded even faster and he felt his cock throbbing against his hand.

“Jesus!” Austin heard Lulu say.

“Oh my god,” Melissa said, “It's so big!” She gingerly reached out, wrapping her hand around it.

Austin burned with a mixture of jealousy and arousal.

Dex leaned down, kissing her as she stroked his thick cock. He pulled her bodysuit to the side again, working two fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy and rubbing her clit.

“Oh fuck . . .” Melissa moaned, starting to tremble.

Austin couldn't take it any longer and he pushed the waistband of his sweats down, starting to tug on his aching cock as he watched.

Lulu turned the camera around to face her again. “She definitely isn't going to forget her first time, that thing is massive . . . oh my god . . .” Lulu leaned closer to the screen. “Are you jacking off?” she asked with a smirk.

Austin froze, turning red. “. . . No.”

“Show me. Or I will hang up right now.”

Austin sat frozen for a few seconds. He could hear his girlfriend moaning in the background of the call. He cringed, slowly tilting the phone down, showing her his hand wrapped around his cock.

Lulu giggled. “Looks like you're enjoying your girlfriend losing her virginity almost as much as she is.”

Austin's cock throbbed and leaked.

“You want me to turn the camera back around, don't you?” She asked.

“. . . Yes please, Lulu.”

“Sure thing,” she said, giving him a wink.

Melissa was writhing on the bed as Dex thrust his fingers in and out of her.

“Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . .” she moaned, gripping his thick cock tight, her hips bucking against his hand.

“That’s it,” he said with a grin.

“Oh fuck . . . I'm gonna cum!” she shrieked, her body spasming.

Austin groaned as he rubbed himself. He could hear Lulu giggling on the other end of the call.

Dex's fingers slowed and her orgasm subsided.

“Oh my god . . .” Melissa said, catching her breath, “that was so good.”

“You ain't seen nothing yet,” he said.

Austin watched as Dex climbed between her legs, rubbing his huge cock against her soaking wet slit.

He leaned down and kissed her and she kissed him back eagerly. “You ready for this cock?” he asked.

She nodded, kissing him again.

“Oh fuck!” she cried as he slowly eased into her. “Oh fuck you are big.”

Austin groaned, stroking his throbbing cock as he watched another man taking his girlfriend’s virginity.

“Oh my god . . . Oh my god . . .” Melissa muttered, sucking in quick breaths.

“Fuck you are right,” Dex said, slowly working his huge cock in and out.

“Jesus . . . you are so fucking big!” she moaned as his thick cock slowly stretched her pussy.

Dex kissed her and started thrusting into her a little faster.

“Ohfuck-ohfuck-ohfuck!” Melissa cried, her eyes rolling back and her legs starting to tremble.

“Holy shit!” Lulu said.

Austin groaned, jerking his cock as he watched his girlfriend cumming hard on Dex’s thick cock.

“You're loving this, aren't you?” Lulu said.

“Uh-huh!” Austin couldn't deny it any longer.

“I think she picked the right guy to pop her cherry, don't you?”

“Uh-huh!” Austin said, stroking himself faster.

Dex slowed down and finally pulled out, his huge cock still rock hard, slick with Melissa's juices.

“Oh-my-fucking-god . . .” Melissa panted.

Dex stood up beside the bed, standing over Melissa, his big cock just a few inches in front of her face.

“Now suck this cock,” he said.

Melissa sucked in a breath and then wrapped her lips around his cock. She sucked him eagerly even though she couldn't fit much more than the first few inches in her mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, running his hands through her hair. “You like this big dick don't you?”

“Uh-huh!” She mumbled as she sucked him. She wrapped both hands around his thick cock, stroking him as she sucked.

“Fuck . . .” Austin mumbled, his twitching cock leaking precum all over his hand.

Dex rubbed his hand over her sensitive pussy and she let out a moan into his cock. “Good, cause I'm not done with this pussy yet,” he said.

Dex pulled Melissa up onto her feet and kissed her, his tongue pushing deep into her mouth.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” she said.

Dex smirked. He leaned down, kissing and sucking on her tits as he slowly peeled her bodysuit off.

Austin watched as his girlfriend stood in front of the big linebacker, naked except for a little thong.

“God damn, you are sexy,” Dex said, running his hands over her body and kissing her.

He turned her around, bending her over the bed.

“Fuuuck, you have an unbelievable ass!” he said, squeezing her thick butt with both hands.

“Thank you,” she said.

She lurched forward as he gave her a hard spank on one cheek and then the other. He ran his hand over her ass again and then pulled her thong to the side.

Austin was breathing fast. He coud barely believe or understand how horny he was, but he ached for Dex to fuck his girlfriend again. To use her with his big cock. To make her moan and tremble and shake.

“Oh fuuuuuck!” Melissa moaned as his huge cock pushed into her.

“Oh fuck!” Austin panted, gripping his phone tight in one hand and his cock tight in the other.

Melissa moaned, her face pressed into the sheets as Dex's thick cock slid in and out of her.

“Oh god yes . . .” She muttered in drunken ecstasy, “give it to me! . . . Don't hold back!”

Dex grunted, gripping her waist with his strong hands, slamming into her again and again.

“Jesus . . .” Lulu said, “I can't believe how fast he turned your girlfriend into a total slut!”

“I know!” Austin groaned, stroking his cock at a feverish pace.

Melissa shrieked into bed as Dex clapped against her thick ass, driving his huge cock deep deep into her tight pussy, picking up speed.

“Oh fuck . . . Oh fuuuuuck!” Melissa cried. Her trembling legs gave out and she whimpered, face down on the bed as Dex pounded her with his huge cock.

Dex started to grunt. He slammed into her a few more times and then pulled out, erupting all over Melissa's big ass.

Austin let out a moan as he started to cum too, spurting all over his hand and his lap.

Lulu turned the camera around, looking at Austin with a big grin. “Well, I better go back downstairs. We wouldn't want your girlfriend to find out how much you enjoyed her little indiscretion, now would we?”

Austin shook his head no. “So . . . You aren't gonna tell her?”

“No. But I'm not gonna discourage her from doing it again, either. But I have the feeling you won't mind that one bit, will you?”

Austin shook his head no again.

“That’s what I thought,” she said, with a smirk. “I better go. You have a good night, cuck!”

Then she ended the call.

Austin sat for a minute, exhausted and sticky, overwhelmed with a strange mixture of jealousy and arousal.

After a few minutes he nervously grabbed his phone and tried to FaceTime Melissa. It rang and rang, but she didn't answer.

He couldn't stop replaying what he had seen in his mind, Melissa's moans echoing in his head.

He cracked open another beer, hoping that would help him relax. He could barely believe what had happened much less how it had made him feel.

After 15 minutes his phone buzzed. It was Melissa calling him back.

He took a deep breath and a big drink and then answered the FaceTime.

“Hey babe,” Melissa said.

He could see she was back in her dorm room. Her hair and makeup were a mess.

“Sorry I missed your call, Lulu and I just got back to our room.”

“ . . . That's okay,” he said, his heart racing. “. . . How was the party?”

Melissa blushed. “It was fine . . . We had some drinks and danced,” she said, having trouble making eye contact with him. “You know how those parties are. It wasn't really my scene.”

Austin couldn't stop seeing her face down on the bed getting fucked hard by another man and he felt his cock stirring in his pants.

“Nothing . . . interesting happened?” He asked.

“Not really,” she said, biting her lip.

Austin heard Lulu stifle a little giggle in the background.

“How was your night?” She asked.

Austin thought about Melissa begging for Dex's big cock. “. . . It was fine. Just had a couple beers and relaxed.”

“That sounds nice,” Melissa said.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I am going to go to bed, I am exhausted,” she said.

Austin's cock throbbed as he thought about the reason why.

“Okay,” he said.

“I love you and I can't wait to see you,” she said with a smile.

“. . . I love you too,” he said.

Then she hung up.

Austin let out a heavy sigh. Then he pulled out his cock, starting to stroke it again.

The End

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Short update about our cuckold relationship. First of all we made a new record: I had sex with Alice 293 days ago, and this is our new incredible record!

In the last months we had 3 important dates, and I wrote here shortly how they went. My birthday, Valentine’s Day, and Alice birthday.

• For my birthday Alice let me eat her out with pietro’s seed in her pussy, and after that she gave my ball busting session and she made me cum with a full orgasm with her vibrator on my cock. She didn’t have sex with Pietro in that day.
• During Valentine’s Day we celebrated together with a dinner out. But of course Pietro had the after dinner. They had sex in our bedroom, and I listened them from outside the door. Then I eat her out, cleaning her pussy and Pietro spent the night in our bedroom with Alice, while I slept in the guest bedroom.
• For Alice birthday we went to a club, acting like 2 strangers and I watched her dancing with other guys. ( we discovered that we really like this game, and we are doing this once a week more or less in the last months ). I sow her dancing with few guys that night, with some light kisses with one of them in the dance floor, and some more deep kisses with another guy on the disco sofas. After that I accompanied Alice to Pietro’s house to spend the night and I come back the morning after to take her home.

Our lifestyle goes on with our rules and we are both really enjoying it. Of course in different ways, but I’m still really happy too. I think that, in this moment of our life, this is the perfect relationship for all of us.

I gathered my thoughts and put them to notes, of the nearly hotwife experience we [F/39 M/4 together 20 years] had a weekend ago. I ran it through grok and I will say AI did a pretty good job helping weave together how this past (4/5) Saturday..

let me know what you all think and how I can be better..

We arrived and parked a few doors down from his house, lingering in the car for a moment as we tried to steady our racing hearts. The air felt thick with anticipation, our breaths shallow as we grappled with the weight of what might unfold. We turned to each other, our eyes locking in a silent acknowledgment: by the time we returned to this car, there was a good chance we’d have crossed a monumental threshold—transforming into a hotwife couple. With a nervous smile, we shared a deep, reassuring kiss, then pushed open our doors, stepping out to take this leap of faith together.

Hand in hand, we walked up to his house, our palms slick with sweat—not just from the warm day, but from the electric mix of excitement and nerves coursing through us. When he opened the door, we were greeted by an older gentleman, 18 years our senior, yet strikingly fit and handsome. His confidence was palpable; he’d been part of the (LS) for years and even had a past as a porn star. As he welcomed us inside, he led us on a casual tour of his home, of projects he has in progress. The small talk and his easy demeanor helped ease the tension humming between us, setting the stage for what was to come.

We followed him upstairs to his bedroom, where the atmosphere shifted subtly. He turned to us with genuine curiosity, asking about our experiences in the lifestyle so far and how we’d found ourselves on this path. We shared how we’d dipped our toes into the LS by attending hotwife and swing parties, reveling in the thrill of meeting new people and watching others explore their desires at those events. But we admitted this was uncharted territory for us—our first time meeting a third person in such an intimate setting, eager to explore the hotwife dynamic that had fueled our fantasies for so long.

Once in the bedroom, he gestured toward the bed, and we settled in. His gaze settled on my wife as he said warmly, “You look beautiful. Let me see that body” She glanced at me, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. With a mix of nervousness and excitement flickering across her face, she slowly lifted her dress over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her bra followed, unclasped with a soft click, revealing her stunning natural curves. With a playful smile, she hopped onto the bed beside him, now wearing only her thong. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her lie on her side, another man’s hands tracing her skin for the first time.

The sight was surreal. I found myself fixated on her voluptuous figure, especially her thick, enticing booty. Observing her beautiful body being worshipped by another man ignited the most intense, highly erotic feeling I’d ever experienced—a wildfire of desire and awe consuming me. She rolled onto her back, exposing her full breasts, her thick brown nipples already perked with anticipation. He leaned in immediately, taking one into his mouth, sucking gently until they hardened even more under his touch. Her soft gasp sent a jolt through me as I watched, mesmerized.

His hands trailed down her stomach, hooking into the waistband of her thong. He slid it off slowly, revealing her completely. She parted her legs slightly, an unspoken invitation he eagerly accepted, lowering his head to taste her. My head spun as I witnessed this—another man kissing, fondling, and now licking and sucking on my wife. A potent cocktail of fear, anxiety, and excitement surged through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. I caught her eye and mouthed, “Are you okay?” a few times, needing to know she was still with me in this. Her lips curved into a small smile as she whispered, “Yes, I’m good,” though I could see a flicker of both pleasure and uncertainty in her expression.

No matter how many times I’d replayed this scenario in my mind, imagining every possibility, nothing prepared me for the reality. She seemed poised to embrace becoming my hotwife, but doubt gnawed at me—was she truly into this, or was she pushing herself for my sake? The uncertainty swirled in my head until I couldn’t bear it any longer. “Can we pause for a sec?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. He stopped immediately, and we all sat up, the air heavy with unspoken questions.

We talked openly about where my head was. My wife said to him "this is the first time he's ever seen me with another man."Her empathy grounded me. He nodded, his tone calm and understanding. “It’s normal to feel overwhelmed your first time,” he said. “Let’s take it slow and make sure everyone’s comfortable.” His words, laced with experience, eased not only my wife’s nerves but mine too, helping us relax into the moment again.

As they lay there naked, he shifted the focus back to her. “I have a bullet vibrator,” he said with a grin. “You came here to enjoy yourself—let’s make sure you do.” He handed it to her, and she didn’t hesitate, pressing it against her clit with a soft hum. I moved to the side of the bed, leaning in to suck on one of her nipples while he mirrored me on the other. Her breathing quickened as I worked my way down to her pussy, my fingers brushing against her slick heat—she was undeniably turned on. Together, we worshipped her body, her hips beginning to move rhythmically against the vibrator as she drew closer to release.

I kissed and licked across her skin, lost in her responses, while he rubbed and playfully smacked his impressive cock against her other breast and nipple. She moaned softly, the contrast of his firmness and my tenderness amplifying her arousal. I gazed at her in awe, wondering if she’d take him into her mouth as her back arched and her hips pressed into the bed—telltale signs she was on the brink. Moments later, she brought herself to orgasm, not once but twice, her body trembling with pleasure. I watched in admiration as my wife fully embraced her sexuality, reveling in the attention of two men devoted to her ecstasy. It was one of the most intense, amazing moments of my life.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. Overwhelmed by desire, I shed my clothes and climbed onto the bed. Her legs were already spread wide, an invitation I couldn’t resist. I entered her, feeling her warmth envelop me, while he shifted to her side. He guided her hand to his cock, and I watched, entranced, as she began stroking him, her fingers unable to wrap around his size as I moved inside her. The sight—her lying there, spread open, pleasuring another man while gazing at his impressive cock, debating whether to taste him—pushed me to the edge. I could barely contain myself.

His hand drifted to her pussy as I thrust, his fingers brushing against her clit and my shaft, applying pressure that intensified every sensation. I felt him there, amplifying the moment hoping I'd cum from the pressure he applied, though I didn’t need the help—I came fast and deep inside her soaking wet pussy, a release that left me breathless. He looked at her and asked, “Ready for your second cock?” She hesitated, a subtle brush-off he picked up on instantly. Instead, he slid his fingers inside her, using the mixture of our fluids as lube to bring her to yet another shuddering orgasm.

We all took a moment to clean up, then sat together, reflecting on what had just happened. We talked about how this was our first time diving into this world and how, now that we’d experienced it, a second time might feel less daunting. I confessed I felt guilty for letting my nerves get the better of me—I’d played this out in my head countless times, but the reality hit harder than I’d expected. Looking back, my priority had been ensuring she felt okay and ready, even if it meant having to take a timeout when I did. Watching another man touch her, kiss her nipples, and devour her pussy was such a rush for me—I could only imagine it was ten times more intense for her and wasn't sure if she felt nervous or wanted to stop or would be ok riding through and actually wanted his cock.

On the car ride home, we talked. There were no regrets; we’d shared an incredible experience together. But we both admitted it might not be for us long-term—it was a lot to process, and we weren’t sure how we felt about certain moments, like his kissing on her. Still, we had zero regrets about the night.

A few days later, we circled back, checking in on our feelings. Everythings good between us, and surprisingly, we found ourselves talking about trying again. I was thrilled—I’d worried I’d blown my chance to see her fully embrace the hotwife role. She opened up about her highlights: how surprisingly comfortable he’d made her feel, how when he asked to see her body, she’d thought, Yes, let’s do this. She spoke on how, In her mind, she’d been ready for anything, even imagining herself becoming a hotwife that night, possibly feeling him inside her. Hearing her say she’d wanted that sparked a mix of relief and excitement in me. Knowing there’s a chance of a round two in the works feels like a gift—an opportunity to explore this dynamic again, this time with a little more confidence and clarity.

My biggest takeaway from the entire experience is that I let my nerves get the best of me and possibly ruin an amazing experience for her. I was unsure where she was at, the moment he went down on her.. I asked a few times and she said she was ok, at that moment I could tell she was ok and ready and it scared me, I didn't bring up the condoms I bought earlier, is he going to wrap up or is she going to allow him to go bare, all ran through my head in that instant... It scared me because I wasn't sure if she was 100% committed. After talking about it a few days later she was fully committed.. I hope I didn't mess this up.. it seems like she's still game, as shes recently said she wants to feel him in her. We've been talking about early next month.. Let me know what you all think.

If you made it this far, Thanks.

My wife has turned over a new leaf since she started dating her colleague from work. Recently, it was her birthday, and it turned into a fun evening.

The apartment was alive with the soft hum of conversations and the low thrum of music. It was my wife Ria’s (33F) birthday — wearing loose jeans and a dark red top that showed off her heavy bust, with a hint of cleavage teasing through as she moved between our guests.

We’d kept it small — her office colleague Rishab, and our friends Rohan and Meera.

I saw it early. The way Ria’s hand lingered on Rishab’s arm when he made her laugh. The whisper in her ear. The way she leaned in, her eyes glinting with something more. No one else noticed. But I did. I knew. Ria had been seeing Rishab for months now. And tonight… they were definitely planning something more.

Rishab sat back casually, collar open, a hint of chest showing, sipping his drink while watching her with that smug little smirk he always had around her. Ria caught my eye and mouthed, “You okay?” I nodded. Of course I knew what was coming. And I wasn’t going to stop it.

Eventually, Rohan and Meera left. Hugs, goodbyes, door shut. Silence.

Ria turned slowly, that smile spreading on her lips. “Now the real party starts, hmm?” she said, walking toward us.

Rishab set his drink down. “I think we’ve all been waiting for this.”

She dropped onto the couch between us, took a sip of wine, then set the glass down. “Who should we start with?” she asked, her hand already on Rishab’s thigh, the other reaching for mine.

Rishab leaned in and kissed her neck while I watched. His hand slid under her top, cupping her breast. She gasped. I moved closer, kissed her lips as he pulled her top up. Her purple bra — his gift — spilled her out. I helped peel it off. One nipple already peeking, begging for attention.

“Very sexy,” Rishab muttered.

Ria bent her head back as he took her nipple into his mouth, her hand reaching down to stroke his bulge. I stood and dropped my pants, already hard and twitching.

She looked at it and smiled. “Well, this one’s definitely ready…”

She unzipped Rishab’s jeans and pulled him out — thick and already leaking. She got to her knees without a word and took him in her mouth, slow and wet. I stepped closer, and her hand found me too. She took turns, switching between us, her lips slick, eyes blazing with heat.

Rishab tore open a condom and slid it on, never looking away from her. She stood up, stripped out of her jeans and panties, tossing them in my lap. Then she walked over to him and climbed into his lap, guiding him in. A slow, wet grind as he filled her.

She moaned, tossing her head back. “Fuck…”

I was stroking myself, watching her ride him, her tits bouncing, hands gripping his shoulders. She turned her head to me, breathless. “Still saved some for you.”

When she slid off him, she walked over and straddled me. I slid in easily — warm, wet, perfect. Her tits were in my face, so I took one into my mouth, hands grabbing her ass as she rocked.

Then she leaned into my ear and whispered, “Rishab wants to do it raw. Will you allow it?”

I was too far gone. I nodded.

She looked back over her shoulder. “He said yes, baby.”

“Fucking hell,” Rishab groaned, already ripping the condom off. I was right on the edge and couldn’t hold back — I came just as she pulled off, covering her thighs in cum.

She looked at me with a teasing smirk. “That was fast.”

“Sorry,” I said, breathless. “I couldn’t hold back.”

Without another word, she got off me and bent over the couch, spreading herself for him. “Careful… I’m not getting pregnant,” she teased.

He gripped her hips and slid into her raw. She gasped loud and shuddered. I stood behind them, stroking myself again, watching him fuck her bare, deep, and hard.

She moaned louder. “Fuck me, don’t stop…”

He held her hair, pounding harder. Her body rocked with each thrust, her voice turning breathy and wild. “I want both of your loads…”

Rishab grunted, “I’m close…” and pulled out just in time to paint her ass and back in hot, thick ropes.

Ria didn’t stop. She turned around and licked him clean, sucking until he was spent. Then she looked up, chest rising, cum dripping, and laughed softly.

“Happy birthday to me,” she whispered.

We collapsed on the couch, sweaty and spent. She curled up between us, one hand on each of us.

“Same time next year?” Rishab asked.

She looked at me and smirked. “Maybe sooner.”

We liked challenges. One of the kinkiest ones we did was in Omegle.

My ex-gf(F26) and I (M27) were very horny. Among many fetishes, we had a cuckold fetish, but we didn't really want to make it happen at all.

So, to satisfy our desire to experiment, we came up with the idea of ​​using Omegle. For those who've used it, you'll remember how extremely common it was to find cocks there. It was the perfect place for my girlfriend to expose without having to resort to a swinger's club, a gloryhole, or anything like that.

It took us a while to choose; we didn't want to do it with just any guy. We found a 19-year-old guy (who was black, by the way, and had a huge cock). We chatted with him for a while, explaining what we wanted to do. He loved the idea, of course, and we did it. She started undressing, and the guy started masturbating. Meanwhile, I helped position the laptop better, gave my girlfriend position ideas, etc. It was very hot to hear her say all kinds of dirty things while she touched herself for the guy. I was masturbating while watching everything, and obviously came too

After a long while, my girlfriend came, and we ended the call. After that, we continued doing it with other guys; it became a habit. She even did it without me being there.
We broke up a long time later and for completely different reasons, we never had a problem being so open (although she never had sex with anyone else, as far as I know). Still nice to remember the things we used to do, I haven't find a girl like that again

Link to Part 1 for Those Who Need it:

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/6wHnegbAMx

(If you haven’t read Part 1, I essentially lost a bet to my best friend and my girlfriend was his prize. She agreed to it, and the day we picked she got dressed up, and I got locked up.)

Shaun began kissing Jenn, I could see his tongue probe into her mouth and Jenn returning in kind. I watched in shame as he grabbed her breasts and butt to indicate that he truly did possess her. Jenn at first didn’t want to look at me, I think she was nervous about how to react. Shaun didn’t care, he pushed her head down to position her on her knees. Jenn pulled his jeans halfway down and I could see the sexual arousal in her eyes when she got the first glimpse of his big thick cock. She played with it outline of his boxer briefs, but it didn’t take long for Shaun to pull it out and smack her tongue and face with it. Jenn looked briefly at me, not with sorry eyes, but with resolution and acceptance that she no longer cared about my feelings in this moment. She was* horny and she would do anything to relieve it. She focused back to Shaun’s cock, grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and inserted his cock all the way down her throat as if it was nothing to her. I watched as she gagged and wretched a bit from the sheer size, but Shaun didn’t care, I could hear him quietly tell her “good girl” and “suck my cock.” Eventually they transferred to the bed where Shaun sat and Jenn continued to blow him for the next 10-15 minutes. I had to admit that Jenn looked gorgeous in nothing but her thong, bobbing her head up and down on his cock. Even I was turned on by the sight of his cock in her mouth.

After several minutes of throat fucking my girlfriend, who at this point I think was so focused on giving my friend a blowjob that she forgot about me, Shaun finally pulled her off his cock and told her to strip. She complied w his demands and she removed her thong.

Shaun spread her legs open got a couple of toys and got in between her legs. Her right leg blocked me from seeing all of the things he was doing to please her, but I could hear how wet she was from the toys being inserted into her. It didn’t take her long at all to have her first orgasm w the same dildo Shaun and I had used a couple of weeks ago. I watched as Shaun’s face reacted to getting squirted on. It didn’t deter him at all and instead he continued eating her pussy and sucking her clit. At this point Jenn was shaking and so out of control horny that anything Shaun demanded of her she did. She flipped around on her stomach and knees and assumed a doggystyle position. She begged to be fucked by him; my girlfriend was now performing and begging for my friend to fuck her like a dirty slut. He grabbed some lube and one of the butt plugs, and inserted it into her ass. I heard her moan softly as the cold metal plunged into her asshole and finally pulling it in to make a seal. He used the remaining lube on his cock which didn’t need any because Jenn was soaking wet at this point. Shaun gently guided the tip of his penis against her lips, locked eyes with me and without a moment’s pause or hesitation, slowly but forcefully penetrated Jenn’s pussy, balls-deep.

I had to admit, the two of them had some strong sexual chemistry, I was so aroused by the sheer animalistic nature of their performance that I forgot that I was the one who lost the bet and was supposed to be humiliated. I heard Jenn’s moans of delight and I was happy and proud for her that she found a thick cock to get off to. I looked down at my own for a moment, and even though it was busting at the seams to get out, I knew instinctively, being locked in chastity was what I deserved.

Shaun, for his part, didn’t hold back on Jenn, I watch him pound his cock deep into her without any regard to our friendship. I could see Jenn’s thick cum rub off on his cock which at this point was almost completely white. Her moans and screams of pleasure were driving me wild. While in doggy, Jenn had three more orgasms before they flipped to riding.

I could see Jenn was exhausted from multiple orgasms, but wouldn’t admit defeat. Like every girlfriend he had in high school, she was possessed by Shaun’s cock and was going to get him off one way or another. Shaun laid on the bed and my girlfriend sat on top of him making out w him hardcore and passionately. Her petite frame didn’t even look like she could handle a cock this large, but she slowly lowered her body on top of his cock and began riding him. Again the sounds and smell of their sex filled the room. The most I could do is squeeze my cage in frustration. Jenn looked over at me and noticed my frustration which is when I saw her buck and scream “oh fuck.” She had yet another orgasm, and squirted all over Shaun’s cock. In that moment I realized she didn’t cum because of just Shaun’s cock, but because of the image of her cuck boyfriend in his chair not being able to do anything to stop all this.

Shaun continued to fuck Jenn for another 20 minutes without a care in the world. He eventually positioned her to missionary and passionately made out w her while he fucked her. I could tell Jenn’s body was spent. I think in total she had 6 or 7 orgasms, the towel he laid down on top of his comforter was now soaked w her cum. Even with all of this, Jenn would still turn to me and gaze into my eyes while she was being fucked repeatedly. Her head bobbing back and forth from his thrusting, she just accepted her fate as his slut.

As Shaun continued to thrust into her, my cuck brain was starting to go wild w a singular question. Where was he going to cum? Was he going to plaster her face? her tits? A dignified cumshot on her pubic area and stomach? Or would he go for broke? My mind went back and forth w possibilities. I tried to rationalize it, after all, he’s my friend, he wouldn’t blow his load on her face, that’s just mean. I somehow convinced myself that even though I knew he had to cum in order for all this to be done, I told myself he’d be a proper gentleman and cum on her pubic area and breasts…I was wrong.

With Jenn’s legs free floating in the air, Shaun quickened his pace and gave a final drive. Not to be out done, Jenn grabbed him and brought him closer so he could achieve his orgasm. Shaun gave a big thrust and moaned in ecstasy. My girlfriend was being creampied by my best friend and with each second going by he was pumping load after load into her pussy.

Shaun unloaded into Jenn for quite a while. Even after he finished in her, he laid on top of her coming down from it all. I sat in my chair, defeated knowing that I was officially a cuck. My girlfriend had been seeded and creampied by Shaun and I had to make my peace w it. This was no longer a matter of convincing myself that Shaun wasn’t serious about the bet or Jenn doesn’t really want to do this, or my cage isn’t a punishment, or maybe he won’t do this or that. I got cuckold’d by my friend and my girlfriend was absolutely in heaven over it.

Shaun eventually pulled his cock out of her, and Jenn quickly closed her legs. I knew from our own experiences that she was trying to stop the cum from spilling out. Out of breath and panting, he got up, walked around the bed to where her head was at; he didn’t say anything but simply grabbed the back of her head and pushed it into his groin. His cock was dripping w cum that he needed “cleaned off.” Jenn sucked his cock clean like a good girl, and Shaun turned back to me w a flushed red face and said we were even now. He walked over to grab his boxer briefs and said he’d be back w some drinks.

With cum running down her mouth, Jenn looked at me w a look of sexual accomplishment in her eyes. Asked me if this is what I was thinking about when I lost the bet. I told her it was probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen but it would take me a while to process everything. She told me it wasn’t over yet. With a final act of humiliation, she opened her legs and said she needed some help. I assumed she wanted me to take a cum rag and wipe off the creampie. Instead; she told me to lay on the bed and lick her clean. She convinced me that Shaun put such a big load in her that a rag wasn’t going to do much.

I positioned my head between her legs and began licking her freshly fucked pussy. As I did she asked if I could remove the butt plug from her ass. I gently tugged on it and removed it out of her, between what Shaun did to her pussy and what the butt plug did to her ass, both holes were well stretched. She pushed my head gently down into her “wreck.” I could feel her pushing Shaun’s seed out of her. Here was my beautiful girlfriend pushing another man’s cum into my mouth.

In fairness to Jenn, she was right, Shaun blew such a massive load in her, a rag wouldn’t have done much. With each push, I tongued a little more of his creampie out of her and swallowed. In a weird way I felt like I was reclaiming her back to being my girlfriend. I had swallowed Shaun’s cum before so I was familiar w the taste, but mixed w Jenn’s fluids, it was like I could feel their sexual energy slide down my throat.

Eventually Shaun came back in while I was eating Jenn out and snickered and said that was what he liked to see. After I cleaned 90% of him out of her, she went to the bathroom. Shaun instantly acted like my friend again. It was as if we were equals again, but I couldn’t pretend to be truly equal to him. I wasn’t mad at him, after all I and Jenn agreed, but he was now my alpha, my bull, both Jenn and I recognized that I’m forever his cuck and can never be truly equal to him. All over a simple bet.

So this happened a few months ago and I've been meaning to write it down but I don't think I'm so good at retelling, so bear with me. At least I've read so many stories on this reddit. We tried making a new account but we gotta wait and farm karma to actually post so I just made my account into ours.

So a couple of months ago I met a girl, we clicked amazingly right away and we have spent pretty much every day hanging out. She has two dogs so she sadly can't stay at my place all the time and has to go home, both cause someone gotta be home with the dogs sometimes but mostly cause she really loves her dogs and miss them.

We have amazing communication and have been quite open since the start about pretty much everything, kinks included. So naturally I told her about my strongest kinks. She told me that it feels wrong cause it would feel like she is cheating but we talked about it a lot and how my view on it is, she had a video on her phone of her ex fucking her doggy from his POV, Even though I am a little above average in length, his was both a little longer but mainly his dick was really fat
I'm a switch, I have tried some minor cuckolding and had some threesome with other partners. But pretty much only been dom(which I really do enjoy)

She is about 165cm, thicc build, neither of us have been to the gym in about a year or two but she still has an amazing gym-ass, and a set of perfect tits. Her style is goth, mostly corporate- and emo goth (don't quote me cause I am so bad with styles). In her everyday life she is quite dominant as a person, which goes along perfect with her resting bitch face. But in bed she is very submissive. She is demi-sexual and hasn't had that many sexual partners, about half of mine.

So a bit of back story, she is still living with her ex, even though the first thing she told me was that he is an ex, and I've heard her say to him that they are not together, they are only room mates, but he is just pretending like it's not like that. They hadn't had sex in about a year, but he sometimes used to jerk off looking at her in the shower, she just doesn't care. Her ex has been sleeping on the couch for over a year and she is the bed. She told me that she has caught him masturbating to her when she is sleeping since she sleeps in only a shirt, on her stomach. So we have been telling everyone we are dating except him, we've met each others family etc.

So after some time we started including dirty talk, and I told her about the cuckold stuff I'd done. I had also shown her my chastity cage before we even started dating when we were drunk. She told me that she gotta like the person she sleeps with since she is demi-sexual and she kind of despise her ex cause of many reasons, I said that if she wanna fuck her ex she could, but I also told her that I am a bit split about it, not really cause I think she will get feeling for him again, but because he is in denial about them not being a couple, and it might make everything more complicated.

Sadly now that I tried to find the messages to see the exact conversation we realized we texted on snap. Anyway, a while back, we had been hanging out at my place, and then she went home, we did some gaming and then both of us went to bed but kept texting which turned into sexting. We start dirty talking about cuckold stuff among other kinks, and touching ourselves, then all of a sudden she tells me that she can hear her ex is up to probably use the restroom, she says that she's gonna ask him if he wanna masturbate while looking at her, while I am still a bit split, I am horny as hell and tell her to go for it, that i would love to have a recording even if it's just sound (she laughs at it and says that I want a video with only the sound of him grunting and moaning and starts to make fun of me lmao). She says that he is coming in now and brb, but she will try to record it.

So I lay there in my bed, masturbating for a while imagining, but I have to stop cause it's too intense with the uncertainty, "I wonder what's happening right now" etc. After maybe 15 minutes or so I get the snap notification that she is writing and my heart skips a beat. She says that she has a surprise for me. I think that she managed to get a video of it, then she says that her uterus hurts cause he went to deep, I almost came just reading that(and now I almost did again). Then for about 15 mins or so we try to figure out where to send the video cause it was too big (about 14 minutes long).

I finally get it and I'm so excited. It starts with seeing her legs and pussy and she picks up the phone and i can see him enter the room before she puts her phone down on the bed, the rest of the video is just of the ceiling, so basically an audio recording.

She makes a comment on how he is already hard, and they awkwardly speaks , then he starts moaning and telling her how sexy she is. After a minute or two he says that he really wanna enter her. She sighs and says something like "alright but you gotta finish fast, grab some paper towels that you can finish on"

I can see the phone move around a bit and then i hear them both moan, then he keeps fucking her for a few minutes, after a while he says that his leg is positioned weird (she later told me that they were fucking in an awkward spoon), she says that he can fuck her doggy then (next time we hung out she showed me how she was positioned, ass as high up as could be, face planted on the bed, arms behind her back).

He dirty talks some, a few times she screams cause he goes to deep so it just hurts. I can hear a lot of ass slapping, after a while he picks up the pace a lot and she moans and whimpers a lot. Then he lets out a really long and loud grunt, she later told me that she came a bit inside of her). They talk a little more and he leaves the room.

Sadly I don't have more details about the actual sex to tell, since it's mostly moans, but for me it was amazing.

I tell her that she shouldn't shower before she go to my place after we wake up so that i can punish her for being naughty and reclaim her like that. The next day when she is at my place she tells me that he was very horny and kept following her and masturbating when she was getting ready so she gave him a hand job just so that she could get ready in peace, also because she knew I would get turned on by it, we spend the day fucking a lot and talking about it.

Afterwards it became as I was worried about, he thought that them fucking meant that they were back together again so we decided not to do that again and she has again and again been very clear that they are only room mates. (I hear a lot of their conversations through discord)

I told her that even if I really like cuckold, I don't want it to overshadow our relationship since even if we've spent time together super intensively, we're at the beginning of it. So I try not to dirty talk so much about it. We still have amazing sex.

But then a few weeks ago her best friend visited, they haven't seen each other for quite some time, he doesn't go well together with her ex. So they both stayed at my place over the weekend, she has told me that he has told her several times that he has somewhat of a crush on her and he definitely gets turned on by her. Anyway she did tease him some over the weekend in various ways, but nothing too bad, mostly clothes choice and bantering. But I feel like this text is already too long and he is coming here again to visit in the mid/end of May, cause he's working in the next town over once in a while from a while back. So I might write about that if more teasing or something else happens the next time.

I asked her and she is fine with us taking a non doxing photo of her and she said she'll think about it so I might past that soon:).

Chapter 4 That afternoon, my phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was from Lindsey, sent earlier that morning. "Day by the pool while the men golf," she wrote. "They didn't want us distracting them. The big winner gets to pick the activity for tonight. Hope he's got a kinky imagination!"

Attached to the text were several photos of Lindsey and Emily lounging by the resort's massive pool. In the first few shots, they were wearing skimpy micro-bikinis that left little to the imagination - Lindsey's barely covered her large tits and tight ass, while Emily's seemed to be one wrong move away from exposing her pussy to the world. Their skin glistened with sunscreen and sweat, their bodies tanned and toned from countless hours spent working out.

But it was the next set of pictures that really got my attention. In these, both women had stripped off their bikini bottoms and were sunbathing completely naked, their shaved pussies on full display. Then a picture of Lindsey, lying on her back, her legs spread wide, while Emily knelt between her thighs, her face buried in my wife's crotch.

I nearly dropped my phone in shock. Lindsey had never expressed any interest in women before. But here she was, letting her best friend eat her out in broad daylight, in full view of anyone who happened to be walking by. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

As if that wasn't enough, Lindsey had also sent me a video. In it, Emily was licking and sucking at Lindsey's clit with obvious enthusiasm, her fingers pumping in and out of my wife's dripping pussy.

Lindsey's moans of pleasure filled my ears as I watched, transfixed, my cock straining painfully against my boxers. After a few minutes, Lindsey let out a loud, shuddering cry as she climaxed, her hips bucking against Emily's mouth.

When Lindsey finally came down from her orgasmic high, she turned the camera towards herself, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Damn, cucky," she said, her voice still breathless with arousal. "You better up your game, or I might just have to replace you with Emily! She's got a magic tongue, and she knows exactly how to use it." With that, she blew a kiss at the camera, and the video ended.

I stared at my phone for a long moment after the video ended, my mind spinning with a confusing blend of jealousy, arousal and sheer disbelief. The image of Emily's face buried between my wife's thighs, licking her to a shuddering orgasm, was seared into my brain along with the thought that, they were poolside having sex. Before this trip I knew my wife could be slutty but she was doing things that she’d never done before. My mind was spinning with the thought of where is this going?

I spent the next few hours in a daze, my mind consumed by thoughts of what my wife could be doing now. I was simultaneously disgusted and deeply aroused, my cock throbbing with need even as my stomach churned with jealousy and humiliation. I eventually fell asleep after jacking off two more times.

Finally, around 4am, my phone buzzed waking me it. There was another text from Lindsey. "What a night, cucky!" she wrote. "Emily and I got all dolled up in these sexy little red dresses, and the men looked so hot in their suits. We went out for dinner and drinks, and then hit the club. You should have seen us on the dance floor - we were the center of attention!"

She attached a photo of the group at the restaurant - the five men in sharp suits, Lindsey and Emily looking like high-class call girls in their revealing dresses and fuck-me heels. In the next shot, they were at some swanky nightclub, sipping champagne and laughing as they swayed to the music.

But then came the videos that really made my heart race. In the first one, Lindsey stood up from her seat and reached under her short dress, pulling off her lacy thong panties. She flashed her bare pussy at the camera, a wicked grin on her face, before tossing the underwear to the man with the nine-inch cock. He held them up to his face and inhaled deeply, clearly savoring Lindsey's scent.

"Panties! $2000 bid!" Lindsey yelled, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass. "Sold!" In the next video, Emily followed suit, stripping off her own thong and tossing it to another of the men with a saucy wink. The guys hooted and hollered, obviously enjoying the show.

A few more pictures showed Lindsey and Emily back at the suite, dancing naked in the center of the room while the men lounged in chairs, their cocks already hard and ready. And then, the pièce de résistance - a video of Lindsey straddling one man's lap, bouncing energetically on his thick shaft. I watched, mesmerized, as he grunted and came inside her, filling her pussy with his seed. Without missing a beat, Lindsey slid off him and moved to the next man, lowering herself onto his cock and riding him just as enthusiastically. I could see the first load of cum glistening on the second man's shaft as it pumped in and out of Lindsey's well-used cunt.

"I was such a good little slut for them, cucky!" Lindsey's text continued. "I took six loads in my pussy tonight! Emily only managed four - she's so jealous. What do you even call it when a girl takes on load after load like that? Sloppy thirds? Fourths? LOL!"

My cock throbbed painfully at the thought of Lindsey's pussy overflowing with all that strange cum. But then came the coup de grâce: "Oh, and remind me to show you me and Emily's 69 video when I get back! We spent the rest of the night eating all that delicious cum out of each other's pussies. It was SO hot, cuckie! Love you! Night!"

I collapsed back onto my pillow, my mind reeling and my body aching with desperate, humiliated arousal. What had I gotten myself into with Lindsey? And more importantly - how far was she willing to go? It only took three strokes before I blew a load all over the sheets.

So my friend Max and I went to this party together the other night. We didn’t go together together if you know what I mean, we just went as friends. I had told him ahead of time that I planned to find a random guy to hook up with, because I was really in the mood for a new cock to get fucked by. Max is totally fine with me having sex with other people, but he made me promise to come find him after so that he could fuck and lick me after. I promised him that I would and I set off on my mission to get fucked by someone new.

It didn’t take me too long. I have done this enough times that I am pretty good at picking out a guy and flirting with him in just the right way such that he thinks it was him who chose me, not the other way around. The guy I decided to start flirting with was pretty hot and since he was wearing nothing but board shorts I am pretty sure that he had a big cock that he was hiding under there.

Literally less than an hour after we first started flirting with each other, he had me in one of the empty bedrooms in the house and he had his cock buried deep inside my pussy. He was big just like I had suspected but the one thing that disappointed me what that he was using a condom. If you know me or have read my other stories at all you know that I HATE condoms with a passion.

I hate them so much that as I could feel him getting closer and closer to cumming I decided to reach back and pull off the condom he was wearing in one smooth motion. A moment later he was cumming and as his load shot into my pussy I moaned in relief because I knew Max would want me to be all messy for him. That was a close one.

Once we finished fucking I immediately pulled my panties back up to trap his cum inside me and we went back out to rejoin the party. As quickly as I could I went to go find Max and I saw that he was hanging out with a group of guys playing ping pong. We caught each other’s eye and he instantly knew that it was his time to shine. He excused himself and I took him back to the same bedroom that I had just been in with the random guy.

He pushed me on to my back and practically tore off my panties before spreading my pussy lips with his fingers so that he could see all the cum inside of me. A moment later his tongue was inside me, right where a cock had been a few minutes before. He licked and tongue fucked my messy little pussy to his hearts content until I started cumming all over his lips and tongue.

I held on to his head with both of my hands and pressed him against me as hard as I could as I rocked my hips back and forth. He kept sticking his tongue deep inside of me and I loved how eager he was. Once I was done cumming it was his turn and he started fucking me. Reclaiming me as his own. A minute later he was cumming too and my pussy was filled up with his load instead of the strangers. How it should be.

Please see my last post for part one.

There were a few bits that I left out of my first post, if I’m honest my girlfriend knew about my cuck kink before the cheating, it started with us buying sex toys together, first it was a large dildo (8 inches) and then she found a penis extender online for me to use. It was around 8 inches and very thick, the first time we used it her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she wanted more and more, and she’d say things like “your little cock could never fill me up like this” when she came she ‘d say “I can’t stop coming” and her legs would shake uncontrollably, they’d never do that with my cock.

From then on that’s all we’d use, if I used my cock afterwards she’d feel so stretched out, and she’d look uninterested as I came inside her. So when she found this new man, she couldn’t help it but throw herself at him.

My phone buzzes, it’s a message from her, “I want you to come with me to work”. I’m excited but nervous, I can’t wait to see her get fucked uncontrollably.

The evening comes around and I drive to her workplace, she stays in a bungalow when she’s there, him and her are already sat on the sofa together, he is so much bigger than I thought, she looks tiny next to him.

We say our hellos and get a drink, we sat for a while watching tv and chatting, getting more and more drunk, then, she stands up and starts taking her clothes off, first her top, the light shining on her pale skin and pierced nipples. She starts taking her skirt off, it’s a struggle to get over her perfect bubble butt, but she manages, she stands in front of him with nothing on except her Lacy red thong and white ankle socks.

She gets on her knees, and slowly undoes his belt, once the trousers were off I couldn’t believe my eyes, under his pants was the biggest bulge I’d ever seen, her eyes light up once more and she starts massaging it over the fabric. To my surprise it grows larger still, she slowly pulls down his pants and a giant thick cock flops out, she takes it against her face, inhaling and caressing it, like it’s the best thing she’s ever laid her eyes on.

She starts kissing the tip, slowly swirling her tongue around it, already she’s showing more affection to this cock than she ever has to mine, she’s gagging on it now, trying her best to push herself down it, she barely makes it halfway. I can’t believe how totally obsessed she is.

After a while, he stands up, and in one easy motion picks her up and throws her on the sofa on her back, she eagerly spreads her legs, smiling and drooling. His cock already wet with her spit, and her already soaking, he very slowly plunges his huge cock into her, he’s barely an inch in and the width alone is enough to send shivers through her, she gasps loudly “fuck”.

At this point I have my cock out, already trying not to cum, he’s fucking her now, the noises she makes are like an animal “I love your cock so much daddy” she’s never called me that before. In what only feels like a minute she’s orgasming, she’s so loud and wet, begging for more, he obliges, never seeming to get tired or getting close to cumming, I’m embarrassed at my lack of stamina but so turned on.

After a few more positions of relentless fucking, countless orgasms and screaming, he demands that she gets on her knees, she quickly gets down, and he lowers his pulsing cock over her face, her tongue is out and mouth wide open.

The largest load I’ve ever seen escapes his throbbing cock, I’m even jealous of that, rope after rope of thick cum covers my ever loving girlfriends face, she gleefully licks it up, and lies back on the sofa. Exhausted.

This has been the hottest night I’ve had in a long time, me and her spent the night in the bedroom, she let me fuck her, I lasted minutes.

I’m sure she snuck out once or twice in the night…

I was messaged by and older couple online who were interested in my stuff on other sites. We arranged to meet at a beach café to get to know each other. During the meet we talked about our kinks and fantasies. They were very much into piss play and were looking for someone they could enjoy that together with. I told them about my cuck fantasies and how it's not something my partner was currently interested in. The three of us came to arrangement that pleased everyone and three nights later we made it possible.

I arrived at their home late in the evening and they invited me. We sat in the living room and had a drink whilst we chatted. They were already dressed for an evening of fun; he was in a pair of tight fitting underwear containing a modest bulge whereas she was dressed in a short leather skirt and a pushup bra. I felt very overdressed as we sat there making idle conversation. They sat close together on one sofa stroking each others thighs and hands. I sat alone on the other watching intensely as we spoke.

They started making out with hands all over each other and all conversation ended abruptly. He pulled away briefly to go to their bedroom and await them. I walked into their room to find a large plastic sheet on the floor and a dining chair facing the end of the bed. My heart was pounding as I stripped myself down until all I had on was a blue lacey thong and the small plug inside me that it covered. I sat down in the chair and waited and waited some more. They took their time before I heard them making their along the hallway toward to Bedroom. They were giggling and stumbling around. The door opened and the pair still making out pushed their way inside. They broke apart and he fell back onto bed stroking his cock through his underwear. She came over to me, smiled and bent down giving me a big kiss and placing her hand in my lap. She pulled back looking disappointed and told me her plaything will satisfy her where I can't.

She turned her back to me and removed her clothing before bending over the bed and pulling his pants off. From.my angle I enjoyed the sight of her large arse and him on his back with his cock standing straight up. He was slightly longer than me, but thicker than me by half and had several bulging veins along his shaft. She kissed along his thighs and rubbed his chest with her hands as she made her way up. He looked at me as her lips kissed the tip of his cock before grabbing her head and shoving ining her mouth all the way down. She worked her mouth moaning as she sucked him. Holding her head he smiled at me and told me he knows how to treat a woman. He noticed my hand was rubbing my hard cock through the panties and told me to keep my hands off or he would send me back to the living room. I reluctantly obeyed.

He pulled her head off and brought her up the bed where they resumed making out before laying her on her back and taking up position between her legs. She placed her legs over his shoulder and cried out in pleasure as he worked his tongue against her hairy pussy. He stopped briefly to pull her to the edge of the bed so he could stand and told me to sit in front of him with my back to the bed. We got ourselves into position and he went back to eating her out whilst thrusting his cock into my mouth. I stroked his thighs as he fucked my mouth and ate her pussy. Eventually he pulled out of my mouth and ordered me to remove my panties and give them to him. He used them to clean his cock and wiped them over her pussy before forcing them into my mouth and making me sit back on the chair. The plug had me rocking back and forth and my cock was dripping as I continued to watch them as they started to fuck.

I was desperate to join them or even be allowed to touch myself, but I was good. My mouth still full of underwear and spit falling out and down onto my body. They switched positions a few times, but we're not going long before he told us both he was getting close. She told me get close to her pussy so I could get a good view and to remove the panties. I climbed onto the bed and laid down with my chin on her hip only inches from him thrusting into her. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it tight moments before he unloaded inside of her. He was moaning hard and making short powerful thrusts as he shot his seed into her. I kissed her hips as he collapsed on top of her breathing heavily and very sweaty.

Releasing my and pushing him off of her she told me to get between her legs. He grabbed my hair and pulled me into position and pushed my gave down. I pushed my tongue into her hot and sweaty sex. There was a bitter and salty taste as I lapped up his cum, I struggled to breath as he held my head against her with pubes tickling my nostrils and I started to struggle whilst continuing to swallow his load.

He released me and allowed me to pull away from her. The three of us laid down together on the bed. I was still very hard knowing what was to come next. We all talked about the fun we had and they allowed me to stroke their bodies as they drank their water. I took some liberties and started kissing them which they didn't mind, but neither touched me. I lowered myself down the bed and they shuffled closer together. I took turns giving them both oral. She became wet again pretty quickly, but he took a bit of time to get hard again.

After some time they told me to get off and get on my knees on plastic sheet. I did as I was told and spread my legs. She stood over me as he fetched some towels and laid them out around the edge before standing next to his wife. He told me to start masturbating, but to keep looking at them. They moved in closer and she stood on tiptoes to give herself more height. He held his cock toward me as she spread her lips and nearly at the same time they both started pissing over my body as I furiously wanked. The hot streams coated my chin and chest and ran down onto the sheet. I adjusted myself to allow them to hit my face and opened my mouth wide quickly filling with piss. She finished first and he continued with a heavy stream before shaking the last few drops. I cleaned them both with my tongue before I knowing I was close. I cleaned back letting them and know and they stood their holding hands watching me as I added my load of cum to my piss covered body.

I sat exhausted in a small puddle of piss on the plastic sheet. I took a towel and wiped myself down as she passed me a glass of water. After an awkward journey to their bathroom I showered and removed my plug as they cleaned up and I returned to their room to find them both in dressing gowns and my clothes folded onto the chair. We made idle conversation as I dressed, but had to go commando. I wrapped my butt plug in the wet and stained panties before pocketing them. The three of us shared one more drink in their back garden whilst they smoked before said our goodbyes and I made my way home.

The ice was now broken. I had gotten a taste of our mutual friend and was hooked. My hubby couldn’t put the genie back in the bottle even if he wanted to. But he didn’t.

I found myself asking my hubby to hang out with our friend weekly. The second time we went out all together we decided we’d go to dinner. He met us at our house.

My husband said he’d drive. When we went to get in to the car. I instinctively followed our friend into the backseat. My husband paused for a second and looked at me in the rear view mirror. I gave him a sheepish look and a smirk. He shook his head, resigning himself to my decision and he started the car.

Our friend put his arm around me and my husband pulled out of the driveway. I couldn’t help but keep glancing down at his crotch. Soon I could see it start to grow. He began to fill out his pants. His coke bottle dick seemingly about to burst through. I was getting wet, very wet.

I couldn’t help myself. I looked up at our friend and reached over and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. I looked upfront periodically to see if my husband was noticing what was happening. He hadn’t yet.

I reached in and got a handful of cock and pulled it out. My hand was wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock. It was so thick that my fingertips couldn’t touch. My mouth was watering. I leaned over and slipped my lips over its head and around his cock. I could taste his pre-cum and began taking it deep in my mouth up and down. My mouth was watering.

I couldn’t help but make noise. I was sucking his cock as if I was famished. With his dick in my mouth I glanced up front and made eye contact with my hubby. He had repositioned the rear view mirror so he could clearly see. My cheek stretched from his friend’s cock I paused. My hubby just smiled.

I continued enthusiastically. We soon arrived at the restaurant and we all walked in, horny and hungry. I was ready for my second meal of the evening.

My gf(26) and I(28) have had talks before about possibly opening up the relationship. She's a real butter face, chubby, all the fat going to the right places with big tits and a fat round ass. Truth is I don't satisfy her due to my 3.5 inch penis so we make due with toys and rp with big dildos.

My friend Dan(29) is a MAGA guy. Real wannabe alpha redpill type. Tbh the only reason we are friends is because I don't have many and we have the same interests in games, anime and politics. He is 6'1 not jacked but at a glance you could tell he's fit. My gf has stated before that she finds him attractive and her type. She's broached the topic of him being her fwb several times and during our rp she would act it was Dan fucking her to which I would play into. He always gave off real big dick energy vibes so we thought he was packing. Compared to me, 5'9 skinny guy and micro, it's not hard to see his appeal.

My gf and I are libs and when he comes over typically we like to debate politics. She also dresses very casually at home but when he comes she likes to wear low cut tees and booty shorts to tease me and we've known for awhile that he has the hots for her as he makes it very obvious with his comments. Recently with the whole tariff situation we got into an argument about it. He said tariffing everyone was part of the plan to get better deals and once they're made they go away, naturally my gf and I said it was just plain stupidity and it's not gonna happen. So I made a bet.

If tariffs don't go away in a month he has to pay me a grand. Now hes done stocks in the past and gotten lucky making some $200 grand on which he's been coasting off of. But being the stingy prick that he is he very quickly said fuck no to that. So my gf looking nervous said we outta make it fair and shot me a glance. I suggested that if he wins he gets my gf as long as he wants for a week. He looks at my girl practically giving him fuck-me eyes and starts shooting off questions, how long exactly and if he had to wear protection. I said the only real rule was that he had to wear condoms and if he wants to sleep over he could. He said "This is the easiest bet of my fucking life." He turned to my girl whispered something in her ear which made her blush and told me I'm gonna regret this. He left and she gave me a deep kiss told me she loves me and we had some of the hottest sex ever that night.

After that it was just a waiting game and about four days ago Trump paused tariffs on countries for 90 days. He came over immediately and we argued for a bit but it was decided he won. He pulls my girl in for a kiss and gropes her ass. She is just giving in to his advances let him take what he wants. They are absolutely enraptured by each other his hands exploring her body, tongues swapping, I'd be lying if I said there wasn't obvious chemistry there. All while i just sit there watching them my heart pounding outta my chest and them not even acknowledging my existence.

Eventually she pulls him to the bedroom and they shut the door behind them. At this point my thoughts are running wild. A mixture of regret and excitement driving me crazy. See my gf inherited this house from her grandparents the walls aren't very thick and ventilation carries sound through the house plus our mattress is on a wooden bed frame so if there's a lot of movement it makes a lot of noise. There's silence followed by occasional laughter and giggling for the first couple minutes then some muffled voices. Then the creaking starts slowly and I can hear my gf's moaning. I can make out what sounds like her saying "oh my God oh my God" clearly trying to keep her voice down.

I'm in the living room near a vent leading to the bedroom with my jaw wide open. Even though I signed up for this I couldn't believe it was happening. The creaking gets louder as he picks up the tempo and she is unraveling. At this point they just stop caring about being heard. The gasping panting for breath, the rhythm of there bodies against one another, his growls, the bed hitting the wall, her calling his name. Dan was fucking her brains out like a beast. She was giving all to him. The sounds of their animalistic fucking echoing through the house. I blow my load sitting on the couch hearing all this feeling like the best orgasm of my life.

The post-nut clarity hits like a train as they continue. Thats when he starts asking THOSE questions. Loud enough with the intension of me hearing. Asking if he fucks her better then me. How small my dick is in comparison to his. How long i last in bed. Who her pussy belongs to and so on. You can imagine how a girl getting fucked good would answer those questions. She even joins in on the shit talk telling him how I don't satisfy her. How she needed some big dick in her life. They go at for like an hour pausing in-between their fucking. I jerked off twice during that time.

Eventually he comes out to get some water completely naked. I can't help but look at his cock which is like double my size even half soft. Like I'm not gay but he weirdly has a very good looking cock like very aesthetic pleasing it's hard to describe. He notices this and tells me how "she really needed that" and "don't worry I'm keeping your girl satisfied." Clearly very happy that he's made me a cuck. I can't believe he gets to live out his fantasy. All the times me and my gf made fun of redpill guys and how stupid they were, how they don't understand women and now she's getting her brains fucked out by one and enjoying every second of it.

So he pretty much fucked her the entire rest of the day and sleeped over. As I write this he is still here staying over with a few days left to go. I'm pretty sure he is gonna be her fwb going forward. I dunno if anyone is interested in an update after it's over or about their sexual excapades.

It's insane how hard been cucking him for a couple months. And it all began with him having to take pictures for seeking arrangements.

I have an awful fetish for older men - especially creeps. Now and again when we'd watch porn that's what I’d look for, young girls with old men... it turned me on a lot. My boyfriend, his sweetheart getting fondled and paid to be a creep's girlfriend is a turn on. And I need him to be a part of it…

So l had fun and I broke him first to take pictures for seeking arrangements. As if it wasn’t bad enough I’d be cucking him… Starts more normal then a final one was me almost naked... I couldn't believe what he was letting other men see. His cuck fetish got him in trouble as I then took control.

Now I have to prep before dates - I make him help me with everything. Help with my dress, take racy pics of me, look at the men on the app, and worst of all I have him drive me there. It’s cute seeing him all hot and flustered… helping his sweetheart fulfill her fantasies.

Meanwhile these pervs make fun of him while they fondle me. The last time my daddy had me look at my second anniversary pictures while he enjoyed me. I came so hard and begged for the daddy’s semen… My boyfriend has to endure the full brunt of my sexuality and his need to be a cuck. I’m glad he accepted this new life.

I don't know how many parts this is going to be/could be, but the further along I go in my life my biggest fetish/fantasy that won't leave my brain is my desire to be a cuck. It's also the one fetish I don't feel comfortable talking with in my real life. The longer I want to be a cuck, the more it's on my mind, the more I need somewhere to vent/talk to about it so here it is.

I should start by saying where I think a lot of men's cuck fantasies come from. My love for BBC.

I was into BBC literally the first time I saw it in porn. When I first started watching I had no fetishes (except for big asses) so I just watched whatever was on the front page of whatever site I was trying. The first time I saw BBC was a video of a blowjob, where the girl struggled to suck on even the head but was wrecking her jaw trying to handle it. I was blown away. I literally thought "look at the size of that thing." and before I knew it I was beating off hard. I literally came thinking "how is he so big?"

I was confused at how I came so hard while paying almost complete attention to a cock and not the woman in the video. The next day I sought out the same video as an experiment. Was the cock what got me so turned on, or was it the girl struggling to take it. I watched it, jerked off to it, and couldn't come to a conclusion. The next day I thought, "I'll test it by trying to watch other videos with black guys in it." I barely watched the first five minutes of the first video before cumming hard again and I said "I don't know. the women were hot. It can't be the cock." For the next week I sought out exclusively bbc porn but not realizing why.

Finally I figured I needed to put myself through a real test. I turned on some gay porn and did my best, but couldn't get turned on. I was confused. Didn't understand my headspace. I couldn't be gay because I don't like watching two men have sex, but I couldn't deny my desire to look at BBC still. So I looked up videos of just solo black men jerking off and was immediately sunk into it. I went nearly two weeks with just jerking off to videos of black men playing with their dicks.

After that I came to terms with it. I really loved looking at black cocks and balls but I preferred videos with women in it. From then on in it was all I wanted to watch so it was all I did watch.

Only a few months into my new found fetish/interest I read a story about cucking. The gist of the story was a man cheated on his wife and she caught him. For payback she made him watch her fuck a black guy. He was bigger than the husband by a lot and incredibly rough with the wife, but halfway through the angry husband could see just how much pleasure it was bringing the wife. Then he became incredibly turned on watching his wife be dominated by a bigger man. By the end he was jerking off watching, the man cums inside of his wife and he immediately rushes over to start having sex with his wife. The experience was a massive turn on for both of them and they made it a very regular occurrence. I read that and immediately thought "fuck that would be amazing."

the more interracial porn I watched the more I thought "being fucked by black men must be the greatest feeling." So why not give that experience to your wife or girlfriend? If it could be a casual thing, or a gift. It didn't feel like sharing your wife, it felt like giving a special night. I didn't know anything about being a cuckold or even how to look it up. I only knew the one story, but it made so much sense to me that I kept rereading it.

When I finally saw a video that was titled something to the sort of "Cuck watched his wife get fucked by bbc" I blew a load in moments. I had to look up what a cuck was and the definition was basically "a man that lets his wife have sex with other men."

I had my reservations. It had to be under specific circumstances.

I didn't think I could take watching her suck his dick. It felt more personal at the time

It had to be with a bbc, it was the only thing that got the job done

I had to be able to watch or it needed to be recorded.

When I read the definition of a cuck, those three criteria immediately popped into my head, and if they were met then bam, there was nothing more I wanted to do than be a cuck.

But I was younger, and all of my sexual experiences with women were too great and when I was with my girlfriends I didn't even think about cucking. When I was home alone though, it's all I thought about. The more cuck porn I watched or even just interracial the more I loved it and wanted it. But I never felt the desire to be cucked by a woman until two specific women kind of made it seem like a possibility.

They'll be part two.

Previous Chapter

Into the Lions Den

Nick was waiting for us on his porch, still drinking my beer with a self-satisfied smile on his punk ass face.  He casually led us into his house, which was similar in design to ours, but it was immediately obvious that a bachelor and his teenage son lived here.  The front room had a huge TV on one wall and some smaller TVs on another wall.  In the center of the room was a pool table.  There was a tan couch under the front windows which were covered with cheap paper blinds.

 

“So, you’ve decided you are a libtard cuck then?” Nick said as he closed the door behind us.

 

“Yes, I’m a libtard cuck.  Can you please sign the contract now?”

 

“Prove it.  Ask me to fuck your wife with my MAGA cock.”

 

“It doesn’t exactly work like that.  Maybe you should read the contract.  Kim only has sex with one donor a day and she’s already had sex with one of them today.”

 

“Is that true Mrs. Conlon?  Did you have sex already today?”

 

“Yes, it’s true.”

 

“Ok.  Give me one of those beers and I’ll start reading.”

 

We watched as this juvenile delinquent tried to comprehend a contract while chugging beers.  It was an uncomfortable thirty minutes before he was halfway through the contract, having asked multiple questions.  I was personally surprised he knew how to read.

 

He looked up from the contract and said “It says here that Mrs. Conlon can have sex with anyone she wants if they wear a condom.  Good news.  I’ve got condoms.”

 

“Nick, I am still sore from earlier.  I’m going to need time to recover before I have sex again.”

 

“I guess there will be plenty of time for that in the next couple of months,” Nick said as he turned back to the contract.

 

A little while later, he looked up and said.  “It doesn’t look like you guys can just add me as a donor.  The other donors need to vote too.”

 

“Yes, that will be necessary,” I said.

 

“Well, let’s do it,” Nick pronounced.

 

“Now?  I think you should sign the contract first.  Then we’ll bother the other donors.”

 

“There’ll be no need to sign the contract if I don’t get the votes.”

 

This threw a wrench in our plans.  I needed to somehow get Tyler to understand that the plans had changed without tipping Nick off to our plans.  With a normal person this could be done subtly, but Tyler is far too daft for subtlety.

 

As I was dialing Tyler, Nick said “Put them on speaker.  I want to introduce myself before they vote.”

 

“Hey Joshy,” Tyler answered cheerfully.

 

“Hi Tyler. I’m sitting here with Nick, our neighbor who we want to become a donor.”

 

“Hi Tyler,” Nick chimed in.

 

“Howdy Nick.”

 

“Anyway,” I said taking back control of the conversation.  “Nick wants us to take a vote before he’ll sign the contract.  So, we just need you to vote yes right now, and we can get this contract signed.”

 

“I wanted to introduce myself too.  As Mr. Conlon said, I’m their neighbor.  I’m not sure if the Conlons told you why they want me to sign the contract, but last night I heard Mrs. Conlon in distress through an open window from my porch.  When I went over there, it sounded like a rape might be happening inside the house.  So, I grabbed a ladder to get a better look.  It turned out it was just some role-playing thing.  Now, they’re afraid I’m going to tell everyone about Mrs. Conlon being a MAGA slut and Mr. Conlon being a libtard cuck.”

 

Tyler caused Nick to pause his speech as he laughed loudly over the speaker.

 

“As for me, I’m a total MAGA fanatic.  I’ve been to seven Trump rallies and own more Trump gear than anyone I know.  I’m also a two-time state wrestling champion and headed to WVU in the fall for a full ride scholarship.  If you vote for me, I figure Mrs. Conlon will be getting as much MAGA cock as she needs.”

 

“Well, if that don’t beat all.  Y’all had me believing y’all had a fox in the henhouse, but y’all found a genuine MAGA stud to add to the corral instead.  I’m voting yes on this whippersnapper.  Welcome to the stallions.”

 

I was so happy that Tyler picked up on the change in plan and voted yes.  Marco’s call went just as well and we had the kid fooled, but once again the punk proved to be a complete asshole.

 

“Will you sign the contract, so we can go home now?” Kim asked in an exasperated voice.

 

“You’re going to be a MAGA slut for me, right?”

 

“Yes, I already told you that.”

 

“Show me.”

 

“I’m too sore to have sex tonight.  I wasn’t lying about that.”

 

“The contract says fellatio can be done without a condom.  I would like my MAGA slut to suck my cock while her cuck husband helps.”

 

“After you sign the contract, you’ll get your chance to do nearly everything you want with me, but I’m not doing anything until you sign the contract, and I’m protected against exposure.”

 

“I understand what you’re saying, but I am not motivated to sign this thing until I know what I’m getting.  To be honest, I’m not that worried about you.  It’s hubby here.  He’s had an attitude with me all night.  Just look at him now, trying to stare me down.”

 

Kim looked at me where I was, in fact, staring daggers into this punk demanding a blowjob from my wife in exchange for his signature.  If I thought I stood a chance in physical confrontation with him, I would already have punched him.

 

“Mr. Conlon will be much nicer on your nights.  I’ll make sure of it.”

 

“I wish I could believe you, but I think the libtard has an attitude problem about me.  I need to see proof that he can be an obedient cuck for me.”

 

Kim looked at me expectantly.  She wanted me to convince this kid that I would be a good cuck for him.  I swallowed my pride, lowered my eyes to the floor, hunched my shoulder slightly and in as contrite a voice as I could muster said “I can be a good libtard cuck.”

 

“See, that’s a little better.  Let’s test him.  Tell your wife to kiss me.”

 

I looked up to see panic in Kim’s eyes as she looked from him to me.  I tried my best to show no emotion.  I wanted to pass this test without anything sexual happening with this punk.  Once he signed that damned contract, we would be out of this mess.

 

“Kim, please kiss Nick.”

 

“No, that didn’t sound right.  I want you to call me Mr. Fuller from now on and I’ll call you cuck.”

 

This fucking kid was getting on my last nerve, but we were so close to the finish line I had to continue to swallow my pride.

 

“Kim, please kiss Mr. Fuller”

 

With one last look toward me, Kim stepped forward, slipped into his arms and initiated a kiss that started tentatively, but quickly escalated.  Kim’s hands remained around his waist while his hands explored Kim’s ass and breasts.  The kiss lasted for over a minute before he finally released my wife.  Her face looked flushed as she looked back at me for approval.

 

“Don’t look at your cuck, slut.  You’re a MAGA slut.  You should be looking at me.  Let’s try that again.”

 

With that, he pulled Kim in for another kiss.  This one was instantly a deep kiss with their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.  Nick was pulling her into his crotch as they made out.  When the kiss broke, she didn’t glance my way.  She just looked up into his eyes.

 

“Good girl.  Did you feel how hard you made me?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

He finally broke his gaze with my wife, turning his head toward me.  Kim’s gaze remained on him as he had instructed.  “Looks like the cuck liked what he saw too.  He’s sporting a stiffy over there.”

 

Kim turned to me in shock.  He was right.  My cock was so hard that I felt it throbbing in my underwear.  I had cum on Natalie’s face less than two hours ago and I was hard again already.  Even at eighteen I could rarely get it up twice in a night and here I was at twenty-eight getting hard watching my wife make out with our obnoxious teenaged neighbor after cumming twice that day.

 

“Take off your shorts and show your wife how turned on you are, cuck.”

 

I wondered if this was the hill I wanted to die on.  If I refused, he could claim I wasn’t being a good cuck as an excuse to not sign the contract and Kim would blame me if any of this ever got out.  I decided at that moment that she was going to need to be the one to put a stop to this when it went too far.  So, I lowered my shorts and underwear to the floor, leaving my erect cock sticking straight out from my torso.

 

“Whew.  That’s like four inches.  Is that as big as it gets?

 

“It’s five inches, Mr. Fuller.”

 

“No way that thing is five inches.  Grab that tape measure over there and measure it.”

 

I couldn’t believe I was in an actual dick measuring contest with this punk.  The tape measure was sitting on a cluttered end table next to the couch.  I pulled it out and started to measure when Nick interrupted me.

 

“You don’t measure from the bottom, you moron.  You measure from the top.  Put the tape against your pelvis.”

 

I had always measured from the scrotum, which seemed logical to me, but I’ve since researched it and discovered my error.  The fucking bastard was right, I had been measuring wrong my entire life.  My cock turned out to be just over four inches.  I was devastated to discover I was a full inch under average.

 

“Well, how long is it?”

 

“Um, a little over four inches Mr. Fuller.” I said.

 

“I thought so.  You’re a libtard with a tiny little boy cock, aren’t you?”

 

Kim head snapped back toward Nick when he said that.  “There’s no reason to be mean.”

 

“It’s not mean if it’s the truth.  Just for fun, let’s compare.  Come on over, cuck.”

 

I shed my shorts and underwear off my ankles and took the three steps over to the pool table where Nick had his hand around my wife’s shoulder.

 

“Go on.  Take it out and measure it,” Nick said as he gestured towards the bulge in his shorts.

 

“Um.  I’m not comfortable doing any gay stuff, Mr. Fuller.” I stammered out.

 

“Shit.  You’re the one with that gay ass rainbow flag on your house, but NOW you’re afraid someone might think you’re gay?”

 

“I’m totally accepting of whatever lifestyle other people want to lead, but I’m not comfortable touching another guy’s penis, Mr. Fuller,” I said.

 

“It’s just measuring it.  My doctor touches my junk every time I see him, but I don’t think he’s a fairy.  You can either do what you’re told or leave.  Up to you.  I’ll let your wife prove to me that she’s a total MAGA slut all alone, then I’ll send her home with a signed contract.”

 

There was no way I was going to leave my wife alone with this punk.  So, with trembling fingers, I fiddled with his button, before lowering his zipper, allowing his shorts to fall to the floor, leaving him in skin-tight black boxer briefs that showed the outline of his erect cock.  I then used my fingers to pull the sides of the briefs down his legs until his cock sprung free.

 

His cock was substantially larger than mine.  He was completely hairless, almost as if he had waxed his entire pubic region.  His cock was thickest right in the middle with a smaller head and base, with the middle portion being nearly as thick as Tyler’s Red Bull can thick cock.  Length was what we were measuring today and in this he had me beat by quite a bit, even though his cock was not completely hard as it sagged under its own weight.

 

“Looks like I’m going to need some help getting hard again before you can measure it,” Nick said as he looked at us.

 

“Mr. Fuller, I can see that you are much bigger than I am.  I don’t think the measurement is necessary,” I said, hoping this admission would avert him from what he was suggesting Kim do for him.

 

“Just give it a few strokes and I’ll harden right up,” Nick said, looking directly at me.

 

“Me?  I’m not comfortable doing that.”

 

“I’m done with you.  Why don’t you get dressed and go home.”

 

“Are you going to sign the contract before we go?” I asked.

 

“Your wife can stay.  She’s been a good girl so far, but you aren’t cutting it as a libtard cuck. Go ahead.  Get dressed and get out.”

 

Kim’s eyes were pleading with me, but I didn’t know what she wanted from me.  I knew I wasn’t going to stroke this kid’s cock back to life.  I also knew I wasn’t going to leave my wife here alone with this cretin of a man-child.

 

“I’m not leaving without my wife.” I said, before adding “Mr. Fuller.”

 

“Do you want your libtard husband to stay?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“You’ll need to show me how much of a MAGA slut you are then,” Nick said as he urged her to her knees in front of him.  There were tears in her eyes as she lowered to her knees in front of him.  Her left hand came up to grasp his cock that had stiffened noticeably since she had gotten on her knees in front of him.  She stroked his cock slowly, quickly bringing it to full mast.

 

“Go ahead and measure it, cuck.”

 

I pushed the end of the tape measure against his pubic bone while Kim held his cock in place.  He looked at me, expectantly.  He wanted me to announce his length out loud.

 

“Six- and three-quarter inches, Mr. Fuller,” I said as I put the tape measure away.

 

He placed his hands on Kim’s head, turned the red hat around so the bill was in the back, and slowly pulled her forward until her mouth was touching his cock.  She pulled back and asked, “You’ll sign the contract if I do this?”

 

“If you’re a good little MAGA slut, I will sign the contract.”

 

With that, Kim took his cock into her mouth and started sucking, while staring at my hard cock.  She then looked up to my face with a look I couldn’t discern.  I couldn’t decide if it was disappointment, confusion, annoyance or just what her face looked like with her lips stretched around a thick cock.

 

“That’s it.  See cuck, your wife knows how to be a true MAGA slut.” Nick said as he removed one of his hands from Kim’s head to lower the zipper on her sexy blue dress, before guiding it down her shoulders until it was puddled at her waist.  I wanted to protest but knew I would be kicked out of the house if I uttered a sound, so I stood there with my hard dick like a libtard cuck.

 

Kim continued sucking his cock as he started cupping, weighing and squeezing Kim’s breasts.  I’m sure I heard Kim moan around his cock when he tweaked her nipple.

 

“Kneel down next to your wife.”

 

I looked at him quizzically.  I had been clear about not doing any gay stuff.  He stared at me as though hoping I would disobey, so he could kick me out.  Reluctantly, I got on my knees next to Kim as she continued to suck the bastard’s cock, now inches from my face.

 

After a few minutes of my front row show, he pulled his cock out of Kim’s mouth with a pop.  I was terrified that he was going to push it towards me, but as soon as he pulled it out, he said “Go ahead and kiss your husband.”

 

To my horror, Kim turned towards me, but I pulled away.

 

“Kissing your wife isn’t gay, cuck.  Do it now or leave.”

 

I relented to allow Kim to give me a deep tongue kiss.  Her mouth was warmer and wetter than normal.  I’m sure there was no way I could taste his cock, but I knew his cock had touched the saliva now coating my tongue.  I wanted to feel nauseous, but for some reason I was even more turned on.

 

After the kiss, Kim returned to sucking his cock once more for about thirty seconds before he pulled his cock out of her mouth again.  “Stroke his cock while you kiss him this time but keep stroking me with your left hand.  I want you to feel the difference between a libtard micro cock and a MAGA cock.”

 

Kim looked down to my painfully hard cock before pinching it between her thumb and finger to stroke me.  The difference would be obvious to any observer.  Her left hand was stretched around Nick’s cock, fingers barely meeting each time she reached the fat part in the middle of his shaft, while my cock just required two fingers to stroke properly.  It felt like an electric shock burst through my body when she touched my cock that had been hard and untouched for over ten minutes at this point.  When her hot, wet tongue entered my mouth I almost came, but thankfully, I was able to hold back.

 

She returned to sucking his cock but kept stroking my cock with her right hand.  When Nick pulled her deep onto his shaft, causing her to gag, she pinched my cock tighter.  That was all it took.  I grunted as I shot my load all over the floor between my knees.

 

“Already libtard?  It looks like you’ve got some cleanup to do,” he said gesturing to the cum on the floor with an evil grin on his face.

 

I knew he meant to lick it up, but I played dumb and started standing up.

 

“Where you going, cuck?  Lick that shit up.”

 

“I told you, I don’t do gay stuff,” I said as he physically held my shoulders, keeping me on my knees in front of him.  Damn, this kid was strong.

 

“It can’t be gay to eat your own cum, since no other guy needs to be involved.  It might be gross, but it isn’t gay.  Now, eat it, or leave.”

 

This was it.  The line I wasn’t willing to cross.  I wasn’t going to lick my cum off this punk’s floor while my wife watched.

 

I stood with my limp cock, still covered in cum dangling uselessly between my legs.  I started to reach for Kim, to help her up from her knees.

 

“I’m going to stay and get the contract signed.  I’ll be home when I’m done being a good MAGA slut.”

 

“Kim, please.  I can’t leave you here alone with him.”

 

“It’ll be OK sweetie.  I’ll be home soon.”

 

I felt a huge knot in my stomach as I put my pants and underwear on, allowing my underwear to just absorb the cum on my cock.  I had stalled as much as I could while Kim continued to suck the punk’s cock and finally headed towards the door.

 

“Hey cuck.  Before you go.  I think you’ll want to see this,” Nick said as he pulled his cock from my wife’s mouth and bent over the pool table.  “You ever given a rim job, slut?”

 

“No sir.”

 

“It’s easy.  You just get in there with your tongue, lick it first, then plunge your tongue in and swirl it around.”

 

I watched as Nick spread his ass cheeks wide, exposing his sphincter before Kim pushed her head in there and presumably started rimming the loathsome teenager.

 

“Yeah, that’s it, slut.  Get your tongue deep into my ass.  Show your husband what a nasty MAGA slut you are before he leaves.  You can go now, cuck.”

 

I wondered if I should have licked my cum up as I closed the door with the image of my wife’s face buried in Nick’s ass being the last thing I saw.

Question for readers: Should Tyler side with the MAGA teenager and keep him in the stallions against Josh and Kim's wishes? Also. Should Kim begin to like being a MAGA slut?

We started dating in college, I was 19 and she was 18. Both South Asian origin, but born and raised in North America.

She had quickly racked up sexual experience in his first few months at college, sucked a lot of dicks, and quickly gained a reputation for being easy on her dorm floor. I, on the other hand, had no sexual experience. I was very insecure about this.

She was very casually, no-labels dating this white guy she had gone to high school with. For the most part, he'd just call her over to his dorm whenever he felt like it, and she'd give him a blowjob. At one point, he shared her with a friend of his. Or at least, that's what I think happened from the few details she's ever told me about that day. She just told me it was a friend of his, and she sucked that friend's dick within an hour of meeting him.

Eventually, they broke things off, and she started dating me. She still remained friends with him though, and never told me about their past. Fast forward a few months and we've had all our firsts, and as horny college students, we're looking to keep pushing the boundaries. She told me she wants to do a threesome, and she wants to experience both an MFM and MFF, but because it's easier to find a guy to fuck her than it is to find a girl to fuck me, we should get the MFM out of the way first.

I was super insecure about this, but I quickly relented because it sounded really fun. We both agreed we'll start looking for someone.

I barely had time to start thinking about looking for a guy, when just a few days later, she tells me she found someone. It was really easy to set up, and we had the threesome that weekend.

We both went to her dorm. She stripped naked first, then had us sit side by side while she unzipped our pants and pulled our cocks out. As she stroked both of us and we started to get hard, I could tell pretty quick how much bigger his was than mine. Not obscenely bigger, but he had a few inches on me in length, and he wasn't insignificantly girthier. She started to suck his dick while looking at him. She'd switch back and forth between sucking him and me, but it was probably a 80-20 split.

Then we get on the bed to fuck her. She says no condoms for either of us and I agree (stupid horny college students). She lies down on her back and opens her legs, and tells me to kneel in front of her face. Without being told, he went to kneel between her legs. "He gets to fuck her first", I guessed.

This broke my relatively sexually inexperienced heart at the time, but he fucked her really good. He had her convulsing and moaning loudly and begging him to fuck her harder. Her moans and the clapping sounds of their skin definitely travelled through the hallways.

She had my dick in her mouth but wasn't focused on it too much. With all her convulsing and her body moving from the force of him fucking her, it was pretty hard for me to get any good sensation. Eventually she took me out of her mouth and started jerking me off with her hand as he continued to rail her.

Ashamedly, my stamina was much worse than his. I could feel myself starting to cum and told her to stop. She didn't listen and I came. She angled my cock away from her so most of the cum just got on her hand, nothing on her face or torso.

And that was it for me. I kind of fell back in shock. She didn't even think to stop. She just pulled him in closer with her now free arms and wrapped her legs around him.

I just watched in a mix of confused arousal and horror. The arousal wore off quick though as the post-nut clarity set in, and it was just horror very soon. I felt sick to my stomach as I realized I didn't even penetrate her, and now I had to sit there and watch this guy fold my girl up like a lawn chair.

I had lasted maybe 10 minutes. They went for 45 more. He put her in doggy style next, with her facing me on all fours while I sat on the bed, and he stood at the edge and fucked her. He picked her up and pinned her against the wall and fucked her some more. Then they went back to missionary. Some of the most passionate missionary I've ever seen. She had her legs and arms wrapped around him and was moaning so loud every time he thrust inside her. They made out in the middle of it.

He came inside her in this position, no condom. He stayed inside for a while, then pulled out and climbed up to have her clean his cock off with his mouth.

We all shortly fell asleep after that in the same bed.

I got better at sex as time went on, and she didn't fuck him again. Years later, after we started our cuckolding life, she told me that guy had actually been her ex, who she'd been hooking up with just prior to us starting to date. It was a shock and really hot for me at that new stage in my life, but it brought back a bit of those same feelings of horror when I watched it all unfold.

We're married now, both in our mid twenties. She fucks A LOT of guys on the side, and he's one of them!

Thank you for everyone that has followed along. If you have not read the precious 11 chapters, you may want to, this is not meant to be a stand alone.

This chapter takes a turn. We get more background on Kate and Doc but in the context of a Richard making Doc submit to him. If M/m isn't your thing, you may want to skip this story.

Again, I wrote this in haste, so please be kind regarding spelling, typos and inconsistencies.

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The ride to Christal and Richard's was a quiet one. I think we both had to process what we each went through when we were here last and what has happened since. My Queen had laid out a unique set of clothing for me. She had me in a short pleated skirt, pink thigh high stockings and a pair of 4 inch heels for me to wear. The heels made my butt and calves look great and tbe skirt was not quite long enough to cover my ass and barely covered my caged prick and balls. She had me take off my business clothes that I had worn on top and I now wore a matching bra and panty set, my little pink cage and and a medium sized butt plug. Half cross dressing hooker and half beta male. 100% chaste cuck slave.

She on the other hand was in a more traditional bikini, cutoffs and cropped t shirt. I was wearing my position as a slave and she looked like Miss All American southern dream.

We pulled into the back of the property and met Richard there in the garage. He had raised the door and I pulled the car in. Instead of our usual masculine embrace between equals, Kate had me open her door and she led me over to Richard. They exchanged greetings and I was kept silent. Kate told me to be obedient and make her proud.

Kate disappeared into the house. Richard sized me up and then had me remove my hoodie and skirt. He asked me if I understood what was happening. I nodded my head as I stood there in heels and stockings, caged and in a matching bra and panties. He did stop to compliment me on the lingerie. "You look good in pink. Have you worn this before?" He slapped me on the ass.

My cheeks flushed. Yes I had, I thought to myself. Several times I had dressed up by myself. Even taking slutty pictures, and flirting with men online. I had also dressed up for Kate once before. It made her very uncomfortable, then.

He returned to the big work bench, continuing busy himself. My eyes found the tennis ball machine in the corner and my stomach churned but my genitals tingled at the sight of it.

He stopped and looked dead at me. Making eye contact for the first time. "You don't know what is going on, or you probably wouldn't be here. Well, you did willingly submit to the tennis ball machine. And you did not jump in to save your wife so I don't really know what to expect from you, anymore. Maybe this is what you want." He went behind me and attached bondage cuffs. "Maybe you are THIS submissive. Maybe you are THIS much of a beta cuck." I felt and heard the first cuff snap and lock on my wrist. "Maybe you crave the pain and the humiliation." The second click.

He went over to the drawer and retrieved a ball gag. "You see, we need to have a conversation. We'll, one where you don't talk back." He walked behind me. I felt like my feet where anchored to the ground. I felt like I was slipping rather quickly into the haze of subspace. My judgment impaired. My arousal through the roof, my desire to please my mistress was as high as it has ever been. And there was something easy, addictive, about submitting to Richard.

He told me to open my mouth. I obeyed. He told me to stand still. I obeyed. He had me open and stretch my jaws until the gag was seated, holding my mouth open. I obeyed. He fastened the gag in place. He had me in cuffs, that aren't secure yet, and has gagged me.

He saw me looking at the tennis ball machine. He stated, "Are you scared of me locking you up again and letting a machine beat your balls. Or would that excite you?" He paused and pointed to the wetspot on the front of my pink panties. "Looks like someone is excited." He paused to chuckle. That's not on the menu, at least for tonight."

He moved away from me and leaned back on against the sturdy workbench. It was easily 4 feet deep and 8 feet long. It had a sturdy bench vice mounted to the side. The vice looked like it had some modifications to it. He could tell I was studying it. He gestured to it. "This is my newest creation. I took a heavy duty vice, added some metal plates that I lined with copper. The copper pads are connected to a tens unit that is powered by a car battery. Who needs double aa when you can have 12 volts? Next, I added this steel cuff to keep whatever beta cucks balls in the vice." He looked at me as he said "You know only a full blown faggot cuck submissive would willingly walk over here and position their balls into the vice, right?" He paused and patted the machine, then looked at me. "But, I think you want to do exactly that, don't you? I am going to give you a cchoice. You can take you panties off, wallk over here, position your balls in the cuff and then present you hands behind your back to be bound. Or, if you like, you can undress and put your hoodie back on, go get your wife and you can drive home. Your choice." Looking me dead in the eye. Studying me.

I think at some point I had a choice. But here I stood, caged, bra and panties, stockings and heels. Pink cage, butt plug and already in a ball gag. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a whisper to not do this. My mind tingled and began to shut off. All my submissive places were tingling. I wondered what the machine would feel like. I wondered what else he had planned. I felt my self, bend forward and take off my panties, letting them slip to the floor. I felt myself bend over and pick them up and carry them to the work bench. I watched as hands attached to my body, but not feeling like my own, place my bloated tender and swollen testicles into the vice. Felt the stainless steel cuff secure and ratchet into place securing my scrotum in place and ensuring my balls, my manhood, my virility, would take the full extent of whatever devious pain my once friend now torturer had in mind for me.

We were both silent, except for my heavy breathing around the gag, until when I finished ratcheting the cuff and spread my legs to perfectly postion my balls in the vice. I looked to the side, to my former friend and now torturer, made eye contact and nodded my surrender.

He looked at me, grinned and shook his head. He moved behind me and wrenched my arms up to secure my wrist to the opposite elbow. He whispered in my ear, low and breathy "I knew you would chose this. You really are a submissive painslut aren't you?" Once my arms were firmly secured, he reached around under my bra and tweaked my nipples. They get so sensitive and are straight connectors to my submissive pleasure centers. He teased them asking if I liked it. He moved one hand to around my neck and held my head back as he licked my neck and growled into my ear. This sent a shiver down my spine and a tingle to my cock. I was not expecting that out of Richard. I always thought of him as a fun and kinky guy married to a similarly fun and semi slutty wife. But this, this was a different side of him, primal, dominant.

He asked me if I had ever sucked a cock before. If I had ever fantasized about it. If I had ever flirted with a man. My brain was so fuzzy. It no longer responded to anything, if anything it was excited about the pain and wanted the vice to be tightened.

He seemingly read my mind. He moved around and checked my scrotum lock and the placement of my balls in the vice. He initially opened it up and used the stem of a screw driver to press them down into the center of my plates as he began to crank the vice closed. I groaned as I felt the tightening on my balls. He tightened it till I groaned, then paused to let me adjust. He initially pulled my bralette down and played with my nipples, sucking them into his mouth. When my groans turned to a moan, he went back to slowly and steadily cranking the clamp. My breathing shortened when it got to a certain point. I could feel the tightness in my lower abdomen. He left the clamp in place, and stimulated my nipples again. When my breathing returning to normal he gave the clamp a quick and hard 1/4 turn and it felt like I had just been kicked in the balls, but with no relief, no escape, just the constant pressure. My breathing was short.

He stepped away and busied himself. He came up behind me and slipped a hood over my face. I could not hear well. I could not see clearly, my breathing was inhibited and my voice, mobility and ability to defend myself had all been taken. No that was not the right word. They had been surrendered. Given. Submitted. Richard did not take something from me. He just led me to a place and let me surrender. Me. My masculinity. To him.

"How does this feel?"

A jolt of electricity rippled through my testicles. Fuck. My entire body stiffened. I tried to jerk my bound, crushed and now shocked balls free from the device. He began to play with the device.

"That was a level 7. Out of 50. On the most basic setting. You have a long night ahead of you." He said with an apparent grin on his face that I could hear but not see.

The electricity changed and this felt like a shock had started at the bottom of my balls and worked it's way slowly upward as if it were an electric rolling pin. That took like 15 seconds to complete its cycle. I held my breath as the pain was too much.

He let this on cycle on me. 15 seconds on. 30 seconds off. Each cycle more intense than the last. I felt some movement on my chest in between the unique and intense pain. I felt my being sucked, then another a tube place over them and then an intense sucking feeling. That did not stop.

I could not see him but knew he had continued to stay busy.

I was in such deep subspace during this time. Completely subjected to Richard's will, his plan. His plan. That thought tried to stick in my head as the second sucker was applied. My nipples felt as though they were being aggressively sucked and pleasured and my balls were crushed and felt like they were being rolled under the world's slowest rolling pin. Hard enough for me to worry about rupture but never breaking. This was an absolute mind and body fuck.

He next went back to my bottom. He pushed me forward and spread my cheeks. I felt him pull out the medium sized plug stretching my butt. I felt one finger, then two then three, all lubed, invade my person. He quickly found my pleasure center and I heard him chuckle as my body visibly shook from the stimulation and pleasure. I heard him say "Let's try this," he pushed in a toy much much bigger than I was used to. It might have hurt, if not for the overwhelming pain in my testicles.

I felt the well-lubed intruder stretch me, and then lock into place. Then a low vibration, then a bigger vibration and then a shock that seemed to work in unison with the pain in my balls. Ohhhhhhhh fffffffuuuuckkk I groaned into my gag.

I was left like that for more than a few minutes. I had lost all track of time. I was just left there to enjoy what Richard had arranged for me to enjoy. I was brought to the height of arousal and then my balls were absolutely wrecked in the electro vice. Fuck.

Eventually my hood was removed. I there facing two laptops. Richard stood next two me. He began, "You see a couple of months ago Kate discovered your online secret identity, sissycj6." He used my online screen name. "When updating the two reddit accounts that you guys were playing with."

Kate and I had both created Reddit accounts to show the other what kind of porn we liked. She had started with fit girls, then progressed to fit girls with huge fake tits, and then had begun to follow more and more bimbo blow job type of content. Hung guys getting their massive cocks sucked by enhanced girls. No big deal. My page, the one Kate knew about was focussed on Male dominance and female submission, bondage, lots of good looking women submitting to hung guys. This was safe for us. And I had created a second account that eventually spread to a full blown online secret identity.

"So Kate asked me and Christal to do some digging, and we did. We found your blogs and chat boards, pictures, games and all kinds of kinky shit. But I did not stop there. I researched Kate as well, unbeknownst to Christal. I found equally kinky shit about her. So let's watch. He clicked on one ot the laptops, it showed big tittied bimbos sucking cocks, then getting face fucked and progressively being used in more degrading and humiliating ways. But always sucking cock. Maybe getting fucked. Maybe getting fucked in the ass. But throat bulge, cum play, face fucking, deep throat were all in the reddit that she apparently liked and commented in and reposted. There also became a theme of lesbian domination, bimbos getting wrecked by lesbians with large strap ons, and fisted. Finally it concluded with what I kinda feared and expected. Rough gang bang porn. Her most commented video had a fit red head with over sized porn star tits getting destroyed by a mixed race group of well hung men. Richard showed me the multiple streams of comments and responses that Kate had made under her moniker, "red-fit-milf". I was too over stimulated to process everything I saw.

I felt the vice tighten again. Another hard quarter turn that had me breathing shallowly. I felt the pattern and intensity of the shocks in my balls change. I was standing on my tip toes in vain to try to alleviate the pain.

Richard regained my focus. He commented, "That was very informative. Very informative. Now watch this."

My eyes were focused on the screen again. It was content that "Sissy CJ Six" and all of the derivatives i had used over the past few years had posted. Starting with femdom and ball busting, to feminization and forced bi. It showed lots of POV blow job videos, faproullettes and the like. It had lots of feminized sissies in chastity, panties and sissy and cuckold captions. Finally it settled in on whole sequence of BBC sissy videos showing feminized chaste sissies getting their holes stretched by groups of black men.

"Very educational." Richard stated. "Can you even cum without thinking of sucking a nice big juicy cock? I bet not."

"So let's make a bet. You in?" He said looking at me. "You see two laptops before you, one has pics of big tittled bimbos, like apparently your wife wants to be, doing big-tittied bimbo stuff. The other, the one on the right has images of big cocks, chastity wearing feminized sissies and lots sissies sucking dick. I will let the images play, and if you can focus on the hetero images, I will let you go. But if you can't, you will get be given the opportunity to suck my juicy cock."

He came over to me and put a band on my head that contained a laser pointer. The laser pointer indicated what I am looking at. He then showed me the mats behind the laptops had counters and timers recording where my gaze was.

"Think of this as a last chance to redeem yourself. To pull back from the abyss of becoming a sissy cocksucker cuckold."

He turned the videos on on both laptops. The one with girls had fantastic looking porn stars with big tits sucking dick and getting railed. The other started and it was a sequence from my favorite sissy hypnos. The bastard did not play fair. The images and sounds from "BBC sissy maker", "sissy cumslut" and other hypnos played in front of me. For a while I resisted. Richard turned up the anal stimulation and the nipple suction, and loosened the vise a bit. The balance of pain and pleasure shifted. This melted any hint of remaining resistance. I gave in and my gaze fixated on the images of feminized sissies sucking big juicy cocks. Of chastity wearing cucks slurping creamy loads from their wives and girlfriends pussies. Of feminine girls bouncing on and getting spit roasted by confident and hung men. Alpha men.

The videos ended. The score reflected the number of glances and time of gaze. The hetero side barely had 10% kf the time.

I had lost track of Richard, I had been so focussed on the laptops. I heard a whirr of a motor and looked over my head. He had a motorized hoist for his garage. He was positioning it over my head and lowering it.
"You are looking like you are starting to slump in your heels. Let me change the angle of your bindings." He unfastened my arms from each other. It felt so good for them to be released. I shook them and tried to regain circulation throughout my hands and fingers. He quickly guided them into the metal rod that was suspended from the hoist. The rod was about 6 foot long and hand anchors in the middle and ends. The middle one was connected to the hoist. He affixed my arms to the ends and began to raise my arms over my head. He kept going lifting me. He paused to tighten the vise. Like a half turn. This knocked the wind out of me and made my insides churn again. He continued to lift me until I was mostly hanging from my arms, my balls stretched into the vise and my toes in my heels struggling to find purchase on the concrete floor of his shop.

He stood behind me and removed the suckers from my chest and then the ball gag. I stretched my jaws and tried to recapture some of my drool.

"Time to pay up on that bet. But there will be a twist." He said has he climbed up on the table in front of me.

He stood over me. His body naked. His t shirt freshly removed and his shorts discarded. His impressive shaved cock inches from my mouth. The images of sissies sucking cock having saturated my mind. This one looked as juicy and suckable as any of them. He let me look and drool for a moment as I kind of hung there. "You want to suck it dont you? You want to suck my COCK don't you? You want to suck MY cock." The first 2 sentences were questions and the last was a statement. A statement that he knew was true. A statement that I knew was true. But this wasn't any cock, this wasn't a strangers on the internet's cock. This was his cock. A man deeply intertwined in my real life. A man who now knew my private life having just exposed me. A man who knew and could cater to my wildest, most fetishized desires. A man who was frighteningly good at manipulating the circumstances and my will to block me in. To giving me what appeared to being a choice, but a choice that had already been made. By him. By me.

I felt myself straining my neck and closing my eyes and leaning in to lick his semi flaccid cock. He pulled back. I tried again. He pulled back, again.

"Tsk, tsk." He started, "sissies need to ask permission."

I looked up at him. Mouth open. Batting my eyes wide open. He tapped his cock against my open mouth. "A good sissy cocksucker needs to ask permission from their Master to suck their cock. You want to be a good sissy cocksucker, don't you?"

I nodded my head up and down. Still speechless, my mind in a haze, not registering that the ante had just been raised from an act to an identity. Not detecting the shift from him to Master. He looked at me and put his hand on my head and spoke words that registered deep in places that I did not know I had. "Good puppy." I felt that register in me and wash over me like a warm towel after a cold shower.

"You want to be a good sissy cocksucker? Then say it. Look up at me and say it. Beg to be my 'good sissy cocksucker and pain slut.'"

He looked down at me. My eyes looking up taking in his impressive frame and masculinity for the first time. I started, "Master, I want to be your good sissy cocksucker. Please train me to be your good sissy cock sucker."

He looked at me and fed me the tip of his cock. My greedy mouth on autopilot as my tongue swirled around his head and my lips moved to engulf the tip of his hardening cock.

"Good sissy cocksuckers aren't made overnight. They require diligence and focus. They require a loving devotion to pleasing their Master's cock. They require effort, determination and absolute submission to their Masters cock and to cock overall. Tell me you want to submit to being a good sissy cocksucker, my owned sissy cocksucker." His eyes locked on mine as mine flashed up. I had been caught up in the reverie of the moment. He pulled me back by my hair. "Say it, and I will let you suck my cock. Don't and you will not be as lucky. "

"Master I submit to being your good sissy cocksucker, owned by you"

I immediately smiled inside and began to hungrily devour his cock. I heard him say "That's my good puppy. Enjoy your Daddy's cock"

Mostly writing this for myself to get it down before memory starts to fade on it. Had a very great time.

Background on us: we're a little unconventional, our play typically doesn't involve much "cuckolding", though a lot of our dirty talk does. I love the cuckolding stuff, but she's very picky with it. Our play is more bi focused, with it always starting with me sucking their cock (usually while wearing panties she picked out), maybe getting her pussy eaten, and maybe fucking if she's in the mood. We frequently dirty talk and flirt with each other in cuckolding terms, but that's typically between us, with others we play with we seem more like a regular bi threesome couple with a slight femdom lean.

It's been a few months since we played with anyone, most with us being busy with our adult lives and as parents, along with us being too exhausted to go through the motions of trying to find someone new, getting flaked on a bunch in times, then following through with trying someone new out.

Last night we had one of our previous play partners over. I had posted a reddit ad a few days before, he saw and reached out. Had been in a similar situation, dry spell for a few months due to life, and saw we were getting active again. Usually we as a couple never plan, always decide last minute, but we were itching for it, so we basically planned to have him over Saturday night. Since we don't plan, I usually don't get and "leading up to fun ", but last night was different. Our room and bathroom were a mess and she kept reminding we what we were cleaning up for (we've been over due on a good scrub down, and this was the nice motivation to get it done). I had to get naked to fully scrub down the tub and shower, and she'd keep saying "tell me why you're scrubbing like a bitch?" And I'd say "So our room is presentable enough to have a guest over, so I can suck his cock while you watch and he can fill your pussy".

As the time is getting closer, the kids have been in been for a while so we can start playing. She was getting antsy, so she started edging herself with her wand, just on the brink of orgasm. Probably cutting it a little too close.

He gets here, I was him up to our room, Me and him immediately get undressed, me down to my pink panties, him naked, Her just staying in her robe she was in, with her tits and pussy out. I immediately start sucking his cock as usual, he's loving it and pounding it hard in my mouth. She's watching, alternating between getting really close to get a great view, and leaning back and using her vibrator. This is where things get a little different than normal. Normally this where she'd watch for a while, he'd touch her a bit, then he'd slide off of me, and start eating her pussy. This time though, she was jerking his dicshe'sk off while I sucked it, came down and sucked his cock for a bit, made out with the cock between us for a bit, took some cock selfies with us, and let me take a picture of her with his cock in her mouth (she's normally not big on pics with others).

After this he started fingering her for a bit while I rubbed my cock in her face how she likes (she cums easier/ better with a cock in her face). She was so worked up from before that she quickly squirteda few times. He then ate her pussy for a bit, which he always loves, while me and her made out. Then he stopped and said "I need to be inside you", and started fucking her. This is one of my favorite parts so I was rubbing her and making out with her a bit, but mostly just watching. She started getting really dirty with the dirty talk (which afterward she said was for my benefit to scratch that cuck itch) saying "yesss fill my pussy!" And "I want to feel your cum inside me!" Which he very quickly did.

After he finished, she wasn't sure if he could go again, so she said "my ass is open to be fucked tonight, if you can go again..." to which he responded "THAT WAS A FUCKING OPTION?!?!" Before sadly saying he only had one in him tonight. (We frequently have anal between us, so this wasn't a huge surprise, but she hasn't been fucked in the ass by anyone else so it was beyond hot to hear her offering)

Normally this is where he would get dressed and leave, but he was spent and not reading to leave just yet. Normally our creampie play is an intimate thing between us, but I couldn't wait anymore, and just started cleaning which they both loved. They started chatting a bit, while I was cleaning her, and she started throwing more things out there for my pleasure, like "do you like cleaning another man's cum from my pussy while on a date?". Then she had me stop, get off the bed, and get on my knees next to the bed, and guided my face to her ass while she chatted and flirted with him, speading her cheeks a bit and making it clear that she didn't want me to just make out and worship her ass cheeks (which she likes sometimes), she wanted me to be licking her asshole while "she was on a date".

Another little background detail here, even though we almost always fuck after someone leaves, while they're there, she leans into the cuckold roleplay heavy, and tells them "oh he's not getting this pussy tonight, only you are. I don't even know if I'm going to let him cum..."

After I was licking her asshole for a bit, I was getting very worked up, grabbed the lube, put 1 foot up on the bed , one on the floor and slid it into her asshole. After a few strokes, she comments "babe you're fucking my asshole while I'm on a date?", and I just said "yeah babe". She let me go for a minute or two while they chatted, then said "You're getting close to cumming, I can feel it. alright that's enough of you for tonight. He's not allowed to cum in me tonight" (not true but adds to the cuck vibe a lot.

He shortly got dressed, I walked him out, and came back to the bedroom. She did my favorite then she does when she fucks other men, had me lean my head over the bed and while standing, squats down and brings her pussy to my mouth. This was fairly quick, she told me she wanted me to fuck her used pussy and add to the cum inside her. Being more turned on then I have for a very long time, I did so, and very quickly lol. She then said "You're not done your creampie cleaning yet" and had me lick her clean again.

All in all, amazing vibe, much heavier with the cuck stuff than we usually do, and I loved every second of it