I've written a couple of stories recently but figured I'd write a true one, it happened maybe 6 or 7 years ago now by I feel like it's seared into my brain with the amount of times I've gone over the memory.

Hayley was my second real, long(ish) term girlfriend, I was 20 and she was a year younger than me, she, was maybe 5”4, she had dark shoulder length hair with streaks of a reddish or auburn running through it, green eyes, nice perky tits with these really pink little nipples that I loved to suck but her best asset was her ass, this bouncy, perfect bubble butt that she loved to show off, tight jeans, tight shorts, leggings, tiny bikinis, whatever it took. As long as I’d known her she’d been pretty confident showing off her body, nothing too slutty but she obviously wasn’t shy and you could tell she liked male attention.

When we first got together there was a brief weird time where she was sort of still seeing her ex and we weren't official, it was during that time that I guess I discovered my cuck fantasies. I didn’t tell her at first but eventually it came out and she shared some stuff about what her and her ex had gotten up to and I admitted it turned me on..

I think we stayed together for most of a year and she cucked me most of that time, I guess happy to get to live out her wilder side but still have the security of a boyfriend. There was only one occasion that I got to actually witness though.

There was a local bar we used to visit a lot, it was walking distance from my place and as happens we ended up knowing some of the workers, the bar staff and bouncers. There were 3 regular bouncers all Samoan (I think, they could have been Tongan?), an older guy I’d guess in his 50s called Joe, this huge guy, muscles on muscles, not hugely tall but I’d guess a touch over 6 feet with short, curly black hair and there were two younger guys, Andre and Tama who were probably in their mid twenties, a few years older than us. Tama was the tallest of the three probably 6 foot 5 and seemed the slimmest, although that may have been his height with longish black hair and there was Andre was was maybe 6 foot 2 or 3, he had short hair and a bit of a beard, not quite fat but a big muscly guy with I guess a layer of fat over the top.

I was never exactly friendly with any of them, we got on ok but they were never anything more than cordial with me or, to be fair, most of the guys, regular or not, that I saw them interact with. When it came to the women though it was different and they were much friendlier, handing out hugs and smiles and jokes and the like, probably pretty typical for bouncers. Hayley often flirted with them whether I was stood there or not, for obvious reason I didn't really mind watching the three huge guys check her out, flirt with her and stare at her tits or ass.

She hadn't warned me anything was going to happen and at first everything seemed pretty normal. It was a weekend night but he bar was pretty quiet and I was playing pool with a few guys who I kind of knew while Hayley was chatting with a girl I didn't really recognize. After a while I noticed that Andre had joined the two girls, still.nothong odd about that, on quiet nights the bouncers would chat away to regulars or staff and I carried on playing pool. The place was big, it had a seating area, a dance floor and a big area with pool table, 6 of them I think so I was maybe 40 feet from them.

At some point later I noticed that it was just Hayley and Dre, again nothing weird there, they'd speak sometimes it definitely turned me on a bit seeing them talking one on one, she'd told me she though he was hot so I figured she was flirting with him and they was they were touching one another confirmed it, nothing major just reaching out and touching one another's arm, stuff like that. I tried to concentrate on the conversation around me and the game of pool but really my focus was on them and I gave up on the game.

After a while I spotted Hayley head towards the bathrooms and when she came back she headed towards me, a gave her a kiss and she leaned up to kind of whisper in my ear and tell me that she had something for me and she pushed something into my hand. She'd given me her underwear, a black silky and lacy thong, I just looked at her surprised and turned on and she grinned and giggled then walked away, back to talk with Andre.

I just stood there, my dick rock hard in my jeans and kind of walked away from the pool tables and stood in a corner by myself, not wanting to be distracted. She walked back over to Dre and they began talking again but they were stood closer now and she kept touching him, putting her hand on his chest or his arm and leaning into him. From his body language I'd say he was enjoying it and he started to reciprocate, putting his hand on her waist for a few seconds or on her arm.

He had his hand on her waist when my girlfriend turned around and he kept his hand there, sliding it down and cupping her ass, she looked over her shoulder and said something and he laughed and gave her ass a slap.

I couldn't believe I was actually seeing this, I wasn't surprised that he'd feel her up or slap her ass but to do it while I was in the same room? And he hadn't even looked around to check if I was watching. Then again what could I do about it, it's not like I was going to go over and get in a fight with him, he'd clearly kick my ass.

That was when I looked around and wondered if anyone else was seeing this, watching my girlfriend get felt up by another guy, nobody seemed to be paying them, or me, any special attention but someone had to have noticed it happening even if they didn't in have the context. Luckily we didn't know anybody else there that night, a few other regulars that we were friendly with but none of our actual friends were there.

It was strange watching them, I finished my beer but couldn't bring myself to go and get another incase I missed something so I just stood there in a corner by myself staring, watching them flirt and laugh and joke. I wondered if he knew she'd taken off her underwear for him, if he knew my girlfriends bare pussy was right there in front of him.

Then I knew that he knew, they were stood against a waist high partition thing that split the dance floor from the pool tables and he picked her up, hands under her arms and lifted her up so she could sit on it. I couldn't be sure but it looked like he'd taken the opportunity to grab her tits after he lifted her up, his hands in n odd position and staying there for just a moment too long to look natural. Hayley sat for a moment and I could tell from her smile she was enjoying herself, I could see most of her tanned legs where her dress had pulled up when he'd lifted her and slowly she spread her legs for him. He took half a step back and it was obvious he was checking out her pussy, freshly shaved and on display for him.

He walked forward and sort of stood between her legs and it was hard for me to see but I was pretty sure he was fingering her or at least touching her pussy (she confirmed later that he was). This carried on for a few moments, and I half wondered again if anyone else could see what was happening but by this point I didn't really care.

She hopped off and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bathrooms and he followed pretty easily, I guess he knew what was coming. They disappeared and I just stood there, my mind going crazy imagining what they were doing as I ran her soft silky panties through my hand.

I don't know how long they were in there, it seemed like forever but also seemed like 2 seconds but he came out looking pretty pleased with himself and a few moments later Hayley came out too. She came over to me and kind of grabbed me and pulled me into her and began kissing me passionately, her tongue pushed I to my mouth and I kissed her back. She pulled away and kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, "I just sucked his cock."

I froze, she'd just sucked his cock and then kissed me, suddenly it was like I could taste it, I wanted to look and see if he was watching but I didn't want to be too obvious, I tried not to react too much and just smiled and chuckled, I didn't have any words, she squeezed my hand and I squeezed hers back. I looked around then, trying to make it look like I was just casually looking around the bar and saw him looking at us and grinning, I forced my eyes to move on and not linger on him as I felt my face flush red in embarrassment and humiliation. My girlfriend had just sucked his cock while I was stood out here like an idiot and then she'd come out and kissed me fresh from swallowing his load and he knew all about it.

We didn't stay long after that, I was desperate to get her home and fuck her but as we left we passed Andre and he nodded at us with this big shit eating grin on his face and I forced myself to smile and say goodbye to him while Hayley held my hand and did the same, grinning just as widely as he was.

I didn't actually end up fucking her, he hit her up not long after we left saying he was finishing early because it was quiet and he wanted to pick her up, she went to his place and they fucked and by the time she got home she was too tired and sore for anything else.

In my view, watching interracial porn with my girlfriend was a good start, but I didn’t really know where to go from there. I absolutely didn’t wanted to tell her to sleep with Samuel or any other dude for that matter and up until then she was me as a strong proud man. I didn’t push for us to see bbc porn very often as I didn’t wanted her to get suspicious like that.
I guess I was hoping for something to happen just so that I could get an idea if Anna was of the idea of doing something slutty. If she was the one suggesting it or at least giving the idea that she would like to sleep with someone else than things would be much easier for me.

Every time we would run into Samuel would hope for her to say something about it just so that I could have an excuse to open the conversation. One night I remember I was out with some friends and a black dude walked by with a white girl next to him. They, being of course very close minded started making jokes about how she was a slut, how she just wanted a black cock and then said imagine if someone ended up with her in the future and then getting to know she got blacked. Now I was disgusted about all those things they were saying but at the same time turned on. Imagine if my sweet girlfriend got fucked by Samuel I thought. Imagine me hearing these kind of jokes then.

For the rest of the night while drinking beer my mind was on another place. In my fantasy my girlfriend would walk by wearing a nice dress and Samuel on her side with his arm around her. Imagine the reaction of my friends and how humiliated I would be. I sometimes feel guilty about these things that would happen in my mind because Anna gave me no reason to think she would do something like that.
I tried to get those thoughts out of my mind and for a while I was strong enough to do so.
One Sunday tho I run into Samuel. He was apparently going to play some basketball. I asked him if he and his friends did that often. He said he loved hooping but that sometimes he goes alone just ti exercise and hit some shots.

He asked me if I also played. I told him I did back in school but I wasn’t so good at it. Plus not being very tall didn’t help. He invited me to play with hime one of those days and the next weekend we actually did.
Playing along side that giant of a man made me feel like a sissy honestly. He did his best tho to teach me some tricks and how to shoot better. Then all sweaty we grabbed something ti drink nearby and talked for a while. He was telling me about his job and struggles and I felt bad that he had to endure those things just based on the poor country he was born and on his colour.

I told him we could play again some time and also told him he could join us for lunch someday as Anna was an excellent cook. I was a little nervous to tell Anna about me inviting him over without asking her first, but she actually took it pretty well. She said it was a nice gesture from me and that she was fine with it.
Samuel came the next week for lunch. We were just a couple of floors up so he was just wearing some shorts and a tank top. Anna took off her pyjamas and was wearing this nice sun dress that covered her right over her knees and showed her nice round boobs a bit. As we greeted him at the door watching his 6’4 frame towering over my sweet girlfriend game to many dirty ideas.

The lunch went great, he loved the food and of course nothing strange happened. I have to say I loved watching them so close, I couldn’t help my kinky mind. Anna served us also some desert she had bought and Samuel had a really good time from what I saw. We all agreed we should do that again.
I went out with him another night just for a beer and to watch a football match. At one point he was asking me about how long I had been with Anna, if we were planning to get married and also told me I was lucky and that she was a very good person. I told him how we loved his company and that he was welcomed any time.

One day as I was parking my car and Anna got out first to open the apartment door as I was carrying our groceries, while approaching I head Samuel’s voice on the corner talking with Anna. I stopped for a second on the corner just to hear what they were saying before joining them. She was smiling like she often does while talking to people and was looking up to his eyes, they had like a foot of difference in height. Then I showed up, shook his hand and he told us he has a job interview. We wished him luck and told him to let us know later if he got it or not.

Than afternoon I was him from the balcony as he was getting into our building and I called him asking how it went. He shook his hand in a way that made it clear things didn’t go as he was wishing. I waited went back inside and told Anna about it. She got sad and asked me if we should go check on him. I said yes and the said she would go change. I told her she was fine as we would just go two floors down so she didn’t have to bother. She was wearing these red shorts and a loose tank top. Pretty revealing, but that is exactly why I wanted her that way.

We knocked at his door and he invited us in. The three of us sat on his balcony and he told us how the interview didn’t go well, that the person taking it was clearly a bit racist and that he really needed that job.
Being a sweetheart Anna put her hand over his and told him everything would be fine and that there would be a lot of opportunities in the future. I asked Samuel to go to the bathroom. I just wanted to leave them a minute alone just for fun. When I walked back she was resting her hand on his leg and they were talking about work related stuff in general.

While talking I couldn’t see her trying to fix her top so she would not accidentally expose herself as she was wearing no bra and that top was pretty loose and open. I was getting so turned on. As we got ready to leave, he said he wanted to just get a shower and relax. We started walking towards the door as he got ready to remove his shirt. Anna then stopped and asked him if he had anything to eat. He said he didn’t even though about buying anything for dinner so she said she could bring him something later if he wanted.
He insisted she didn’t have to bother but of course she wanted to do so.

About one hour later she went downstairs again with a couple of sandwiches. I let her go there alone and she stayed there for like 10 minutes. Im my mind she went there and to make him feel a little better she went down on her knees and gave him a nice blowjob.
Now of course that was all in my mind. She came back and for the next hour or so she was very frustrated with how so many people in our country were racist and how people like Samuel have to struggle just to get a job. We discussed about it for a while and then I told her that he must also feel pretty lonely. I said I didn’t knew if any girl would have the balls to be seen in public with him out of fear of being judged.

She agreed and said it was really fucked up. She said people did have to think like that anymore but that it was sad he had to endure that. I asked her if she thought he had any female company from the day he came to our country. Anna said that most probably in secret he had. She said she was sure there were girls who liked ti try it with a black man. I kept the conversation going asking her if there were many of them. She said there were probably more than we thought and that it was nothing wrong with that.

I thought I was in a nice spot to ask her a more direct question so I asked her if she would ever consider that if she was single. She said she didn’t knew, she was afraid of getting judged too but that maybe she wouldn’t have cared. She then said that she enjoyed when we watched interracial porn so why not.
That made me so hard. I told her she could maybe tell her friend Laura who she had told me had an interracial experience if she wanted to meet Samuel.
Anna slapped my shoulder and told me I was a jerk while laughing.

So are you up for some porn? I asked her.
She was surprised I was down for that after the sad things we were talking about. I told her it was to take off our mind from if so we grabbed the laptop and started searching for some porn. After changing a couple of videos we went to our classic bbc porn and had some nice time. I told her Samuel really needed what that girl in the video was doing to that black man. She made a joke I didn’t expect telling me she was afraid of being late when she went downstairs to bring him the sandwich before and thats why she didn’t do it. I got soooo turned on. I joked telling her, he would’ve really loved that.

We went into a 69 position and while her round ass was sitting on my face, just the idea of her sucking his cock made me cum very quickly.

8 years ago when my girlfriend Anna and I had just moved in together at the age of 23 we were just a regular vanilla couple who were exited to finally move out of our parents houses and live by ourselves. We had been together for a couple of years at the time and we were so in love. Things were looking great and we loved spending time together. Our sexual life was amazing as we finally had our own place so we could have sex whenever we wanted. As I said we were pretty vanilla and apart from some sexy clothes and lingerie she bought we weren’t much extravagant.

Anna was this beautiful shy 5’4 blonde with a beautiful smile and a nice body. She likes to dress simple and not very revealing most of the time as she didn’t liked much attention. I on the other hand was an athletic but thin 5’11 guy. One thing I tried to hide a bit from her was the fact that I loved watching porn, especially cuckold porn. Since we moved in together it became hard for me to do so as she was around all the time. I couldn’t tell her about my fantasy because she was very vanilla and not into many kinks. Or at least I was scared of how she would look at me if she knew I imagined her sleeping with other men.

The most we had talked about it at the time was when we would joke about seeing other people just to tease each other, but that’s about it. Anyway in this new apartment building we moved in we had some interesting neighbours a couple of floors down. There was this black dude who looked in his late 20s who had moved in around the same time we did. Now this was interesting because in our city, or country in general you don’t see many people of colour. I knew he came from Nigeria to play basketball for like a year and then I think he just found a job after he was cut off and stayed there.

Now from time to time we would run into him while leaving our building and we would greet him. Sometimes he would be with one or two other black dudes which I guess were also Nigerians. Now my porn oriented mind at the time would always made me a bit horny each time me and my girlfriend walked next to him. Maybe because most black dudes I had seen at the time were those hung ones on porn videos fucking white girls.
Anyway one night my girlfriend was out with her friends as her friend Laura who was studying abroad in France had come back for holidays. I went to buy some stuff on the market near my house when I run into this guy again.

His name was Samuel and we had like a 5 minute chat mostly about basketball as we both followed the nba some times. Talking next to him made me always feel a bit insecure as this dude was about 6.4 and pretty muscular. He had this strong accent and his English wasn’t perfect but it was enough to talk about sports.
I got back to my apartment and just watched some tv until my girlfriend came back around midnight. She was wearing this nice black dress and she looked very sexy. I asked her how her night was and she was telling me about what she talked with the girls, news about them and stuff like that.

Then at one point I saw that she wanted to tell me something but she was hesitating. I told her she could tell me anything and she asked me to promise I wouldn’t say anything to anyone about it. I promised and so she told me that her friend Laura apparently had sex with a black guy in France. Now in our country people would judge you a lot if you did as it wasn’t the most emancipated country in the world.
Maybe also for the fact there weren’t many of them around anyway. I laughed nervously and told her I didn’t expect that.

I really didn’t expect that as Laura had always been this sweet shy girl in my eyes, just like my girlfriend. Very good students who never did anything slutty in their lives. She went a bit more in details telling me that she had met this guy at school and that they started hanging out and eventually slept together. I was so curious and was asking her what else Laura said so my girlfriend told me how apparently for her it was amazing. Laura told them how good he fucked her, how big he was and that it was like nothing she had treated before. She mentioned that the saying about going black once was very true and she suggested the girls that they need to try it.

They all laughed apparently, but the girls were also very intrigued about the whole thing and they were all asking for details. That whole conversation turned me on a lot. I was imagining Laura bouncing on a big black cock and my girlfriend and the rest of her friends thinking about it. If a nice and shy girl like here went for it then maybe it wasn’t impossible for my girlfriend to do it. Just the idea of my girlfriend thinking about it was turning me on so much.

After that night the idea of my girlfriend having sex with a black guy didn’t really left my mind. The idea of her going from my 5 inch cock to maybe a 8-9 inch and thick black cock was making me have a bonner all day. I made some jokes to her about Laura going black and things like that just so that I could bring back the topic and she was telling me I was childish and laughing. One Saturday tho as we were home I suggested for us to watch porn together (which we didn’t usually did) and then have sex. She was a bit surprised and asked how come I wanted to watch porn.

I told her it could be fun and maybe we can try to replicate what they did in the video.
We got into bed and opened a porn site on my laptop and i was scrolling through porn hoping an interracial video would come up. I finally found one who looked nice and pretty amateur. Anna asked me how come I chose that and I joked saying that we could maybe see what Laura had to deal with. She laughed and we went through it. Watching the girl in the video sucking that huge black cock turned me on a lot and then my girlfriend asked me if I thought the guy her friend slept with could be as big as the guy in the video.

I told her I wouldn’t be surprised and then she said she had no idea how she fitted that. I was getting so horny. Then when in the video the guys started fucking her my girlfriend’s eyes went wide open seeing that huge cock stretching her pussy. I started playing with her pussy and asked her what did she thought about it. She said it looked hot but that it must’ve been painful. I told her that apparently Laura could take it since she was so happy while telling them the story. We started having sex and I made a joke to her saying that there was a big difference between me and what she saw in the video.

In the next couple of weeks we saw porn together 3-4 times and I made sure to add some bbc porn there. One night as we were ready opening the laptop I told her to choose one and as he scrolled she saw a Blacked raw video and went for it. Her choosing an interracial video made me so hard. I loved it so much and for the first time I was starting to think she enjoyed the idea of thinking about a black cock in her.
The video was amazing and she kept talking about how tall and muscular the guy was and how big his cock was. She loved when he picked the girl up, kept her in his arms and fucked her while she bounced up and down.

I came just my her stroking my cock without even having the chance to fuck her. I still offered to ear her pussy as she kept watching the video until she had an orgasm. The next morning we got dressed to go to the gym and while going down the stairs we run into Samuel. We said hello and left but as we kept walking my girlfriend made a comment saying that Samuel kind of looked like the guy in the video we saw the night before. That made my heart race.

Part 2…

F31 and M28 boyfriend. We have been together 4 years and we both get off hard on exhibitionism. We were visiting his childhood bestfriend Mark who lives 2 hours away by flight. Mark is 28M virgin terrified of women never even kissed a girl. With my boyfriends full blessing I planned to wreck him with teasing.
We stayed at Marks place 2 bed 1 bathroom. I arrived in a hoodie and hugged him at the airport pressing my soft heavy tits firmly against his chest so he could feel the full weight of them. In the car I peeled the hoodie off revealing my tight white tank top with zero bra. My nipples were already half hard and the thin fabric clung wetly to every curve of my full tits. Caught him staring at my chest multiple times his eyes locked on the clear outline of my stiffening nipples. We caught up at his flat then headed out for lunch. I started trailing my fingers slowly along his arm and deliberately dragging my full soft boob across him again and again feeling the heat of his body. I watched the front of his jeans start to swell and strain. He got noticeably harder and more flustered around me his breathing changing every time my tit brushed him.
Back at his place that evening I showered and left my black lacy bra and soaked panties hanging in the bathroom on purpose the crotch still shiny with my wetness. I walked to the bedroom wrapped only in a short towel that barely covered my ass making sure he got a long look at my bare thighs and the full bottom curve of my cheeks. Then I put on a loose thin top that completely spills my bare heavy tits if I lean forward even a little. Nipples soft and puffy but still clearly poking through the fabric and tiny satin pyjama shorts that rode up so the entire lower half of my ass was out and the soft lips of my pussy were only one thin layer away.
The three of us sat around drinking wine listening to music and playing uno. Every time I leaned forward to place a card my top gaped wide open giving Mark a full clear view of my hanging tits and the stiff peaks of my nipples. He kept staring straight down my top his mouth slightly open breathing harder. I was already dripping wet between my legs and so was my boyfriend watching it all. I started resting my hand higher on Marks thigh sliding closer to the thick hard outline of his cock as the night went on. I could feel the heat of him through the fabric and see the way his cock was straining against his jeans desperate to get out. Later my boyfriend and I fucked loud and filthy right in the next room making sure Mark heard every wet slap of skin and every deep moan as my boyfriend buried himself inside my soaked pussy.
Next morning I saw my bra and panties still hanging there knowing Mark had definitely stood there staring at the dark wet crotch of my lace that still smelled like my arousal.
That day we went to a concert. I wore the sluttiest outfit of my life a sheer black dress so thin you could see the exact shape of my white lacy bra and the dark stiff outline of my nipples plus matching white lace panties that barely covered my pussy and knee high boots. My boyfriend got rock hard the second he saw me the front of his pants tenting heavily but I made him wait all day so he would stay desperate and leaking. When I stepped out Mark stared at my body for a solid five seconds his eyes dragging slowly from my full tits down over my soft stomach and locking on the barely covered outline of my pussy lips before he managed a shy hi. He could barely look me in the eyes. I joked that the dress felt too revealing and he awkwardly mumbled no I don’t think so while his gaze stayed locked on the way my nipples strained against the sheer fabric.
We did shots at the flat and his eyes never left the way the sheer dress clung to the soft curves of my ass and the visible wet slit of my pussy through the thin lace. At the event so many hands found my body while we danced. Gary on my left arm around my shoulder Mark on my right arm around my waist. Multiple times Marks hand slid lower and rested fully on my ass cheek his fingers spreading slightly so he could feel the soft heat of my skin. I was soaking through my panties the lace already dark and sticky. I made out with Gary deep and wet tongues sliding while feeling Marks hand stay planted on my ass pressing harder. As we drank more Mark got bolder pressing the full thick length of his hard cock against my hip while we danced. At one point Gary went for drinks and Mark stood right behind me both hands gripping my hips grinding his thick hard cock against the soft curve of my ass. I pushed back hard feeling every throbbing inch of him through his jeans and rolled my hips slow and deliberate so he could feel how wet and ready my pussy already was.
We got back exhausted and high from weed. I was on the couch legs spread wide head back listening to music the sheer dress riding all the way up so my white lace panties were fully on display the wet dark patch between my legs impossible to miss. When I opened my eyes Mark was staring straight at the soaked crotch of my panties his eyes fixed on the outline of my pussy lips. My boyfriend was right there watching and clearly loving that his virgin friend was ogling my dripping wet pussy.
More drinks and smoking. Mark sat next to me shoulder to shoulder. Gary stepped out to buy more drinks because friends were coming later. Mark moved his hand onto my bare thigh his fingers hot against my skin. I didn’t stop him. He slid it higher under the short dress until his fingers were pressing directly against the thin wet lace covering my pussy. I kept my eyes closed breathing harder my hips shifting slightly. He rubbed slow firm circles over my swollen clit and the dripping entrance of my pussy the lace so wet it stuck to his fingers then leaned in and started kissing and sucking hard on my neck. When he grabbed my full heavy tit hard through the dress and squeezed my stiff nipple between his fingers I moaned loud and opened my eyes my pussy clenching around nothing.
I quickly said I was high and thought it was Gary and that we should stop. He apologised looking panicked. I told him not to worry we were both high. He said he didn’t want Gary to know. I promised I would never tell. He said he felt bad but that touching my wet pussy and feeling my tit in his hand and the way my nipple hardened under his fingers felt so fucking good.
He started talking about how he has zero luck with women and has never even seen a real pussy up close. I told him he is good looking and that I liked the way his fingers felt rubbing over my soaked lace and that while we danced I felt how thick and hard his cock gets throbbing against my ass. He got awkward and admitted he worries his cock is too small. I reassured him it felt thick and solid enough to stretch a girl open and make her drip.
Then out of nowhere he asked if I would look at his cock and tell him honestly if it looked good. I said if Gary walked in it would be bad. He said Gary didn’t take keys. I was dripping so heavily my thighs were sticky and I didn’t have another reason so I said okay.
He yanked his jeans and boxers down in one motion already half hard his cock bouncing out heavy and thick a long string of precum already connecting the tip to his stomach. I told him it looked thick and perfect soft. He stepped closer standing right in front of me so his cock was only inches from my face the heat of it radiating against my lips. I wrapped my hand around the hot heavy shaft and felt thick warm precum coating the swollen head and sliding down over my fingers. I licked every sticky drop of precum off my fingers while staring straight into his eyes and his cock jumped fully hard throbbing hard in my fist the head shiny and leaking more. Solid thick size with a heavy flared head and visible veins running down the shaft. I stroked him slow and firm from base to tip squeezing gently on the upstroke inspecting every inch and the way more precum kept beading and dripping from the tip telling him it looked fucking perfect and would feel even better buried deep inside a wet pussy. He begged me to suck it his voice shaking. I said no that we had already gone way too far. He apologised pulled his pants up with shaking hands and we kept smoking like nothing happened even though my panties were completely soaked through and stuck to my pussy lips and his cock was still visibly hard and leaking in his jeans.
Gary came back with friends we all drank more and eventually went to bed. The next day we flew home. Since then Mark texts me constantly and I have sent him a few one time only snaps of my bare heavy tits with hard nipples and close ups of the wet crotch of my panties just to keep him desperate and hard for me.

This is one of my more fun cuckings (of many) of my husband.

All began, as it so often does, in a bar.

I was drinking some cocktails and having a nice night when I got chatting to a couple of guys. They bought me drinks, asked about my wedding ring and were shocked when I explained what a female led relationship is.

After a few more drinks it became clear we were

going home together. That's when the most fiendish thought hit me. I called up hubby and told him I needed a lift for me and two friends.

He knew by my tone of voice exactly what kind of friends I meant. Before I had left home I made sure that his chastity cage was securely on with the key safely in my purse.

he texted when he was outside and the two guys and I left and hopped in the back. They gave him the address and off we went. The two guys were a bit nervous as my husband was driving but I told them not to mind and placed their hands on my thigh, taking turns to kiss each one and feel them through their jeans. In no time any nerves were gone as I felt a hand creep into my underwear and I spread my legs for it. His fingers entered me gently, almost uncertain at first but my moans encouraged him to continue.

We pulled up at the address and I asked hubby if he was enjoying the show. He nodded to himself, unable to speak. "Give him a smell of what he's missing" I said to the guy who had his fingers on me and he allowed my husband to have a good long sniff of his fingers. "You can smell but no tasting" I said as I laughed at his eager sniffing of a stranger's fingers, soaked with his wife's essence. I left my underwear in the car with him, to keep him company.

I hopped out and I instructed hubby to wait in the car. I can only imagine how tight his cage was at this point as he watched me being led up the driveway with two strangers.

Once inside I got on my knees and sucked each one in turn. They were a lot more confident now that hubby was locked outside and it didn't take them long to finish in my mouth and on my face. After a couple of bouts of being used by them and a few orgasms later I started feeling hungry and text hubby an order to go get us food. He obliged like a good boy and gingerly knocked on the door once it was ready. Of course I sent one of my boys out to collect it, fully naked so hubby could get a good look at what had nailed me. "Tell him to get back in the car and wait" I shouted from the living room. We gorged on the food and went upstairs for some more fun and games.

By 10am I woke up with a severe hangover and throbbing pussy. Time for one more bit of fun with one of the guys (the other had left at some point to get home to his girlfriend and kids lolll) and it was time for me to leave. I had the guy walk me to the car and took his number to arrange another hook up. Hubby had slept 1 hour in the car and had leaked through his cage and underwear.

When we got home I released him and allowed him to jerk into my underwear, who said I'm not a kind wife?

We were on a trip, and I paid for massages for both me and my wife. I made sure to choose a female masseuse for myself and a male masseur for her. I was curious to see what the experience would be like, and my own massage turned out to be surprisingly intimate. The woman ran her hands all over my body, even massaged my balls, and at one point I felt her hand slip slightly inside the back of my swim trunks, touching my ass.

Naturally, that made me curious about my wife's experience.

Her massage was supposed to last thirty minutes, but I found out she'd asked for another thirty. Had her massage been as intimate as mine? Or had something else happened?

When I first asked her about it, she told me he'd given her a full-body massage. Then she mentioned something that immediately caught my attention: while she was lying face down, he'd untied the top of her bikini.

I asked her what she'd done when she turned over.

"Oh, I just left it loose over my breasts," she said.

She said it so casually, as though it were nothing. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Her bikini top was untied, and she'd simply left it that way. Had he seen her breasts? Had he touched them?

My wife has a huge ass and loves getting it massaged. She often has a lot of pain in that area, and a good massage leaves her completely relaxed. So I asked whether he'd massaged her thighs and worked his way up to her ass.

She confirmed that he had.

I started wondering whether he'd slipped a hand inside her panties, the way the woman had done with my swim trunks. Or perhaps, while massaging her inner thighs, he'd accidentally brushed against her pussy.

I had no way of knowing. All I had were the details she told me, and each new piece of information seemed to raise more questions than it answered.

So, on other occasions, I brought up the subject again.

Each time, she revealed a little more.

Eventually, she told me that he'd massaged her breasts, too.

That made me reconsider everything she'd said about her bikini top. It wasn't just that he'd untied it while she was lying face down. She'd turned onto her back and left it loose over her breasts, and he'd massaged them. The conclusion seemed obvious: he'd had the opportunity to see and touch her breasts directly.

Still curious, I asked whether her bikini had slipped out of place during the massage.

She admitted that it had.

At first, I was still thinking about the top, but then she clarified what had happened with the bottom: he'd pulled her panties halfway down her ass.

Suddenly, I started imagining the scene differently. He hadn't simply massaged her through the fabric. Her panties had been pulled down far enough to expose her entire ass. And, according to her, he kept adjusting her bikini throughout the massage.

If he kept moving the fabric around, how much had he actually seen? Had his hand ever ended up somewhere it shouldn't have? I couldn't know for sure. My imagination filled in the gaps, turning each revelation into another possibility. He'd probably seen her pussy at some point. I imagine him massaging her ass and watching her pussy open and close, maybe even getting wet...

And then there was the detail I kept coming back to: she'd asked him to stay for another thirty minutes.

She hadn't ended the session when the agreed-upon time was up. She'd chosen to extend it.

I wondered what that meant. Had she simply been enjoying the massage and wanted more relief from the pain? Had she been so relaxed that she didn't want it to end? Or had the experience become more intimate than she'd initially expected?

I kept replaying everything she'd told me: the untied bikini top, her exposed breasts, the massage working its way up her thighs to her ass, her panties pulled halfway down, the repeated adjustments, and finally, that extra half hour.

Each revelation gave me a clearer idea of what might have happened, but never the complete picture.

I knew she'd spent an entire hour alone with a man who'd massaged her while she was practically naked. I knew she'd allowed the session to continue. I knew he'd touched parts of her body that made the experience much more intimate than an ordinary massage.

The more she told me, the more I wanted to know.

And the more I imagined what might have happened during those extra thirty minutes, the harder it became to stop wondering about what she still hadn't told me.

I lay beside Emily in the dim quiet of our bedroom, trying to steady myself. Even after everything we had explored together, all the strange, secret corners of our marriage that no one else knew about, this felt different.

Most people saw Emily as a gentle, devout Catholic woman. Dutiful. Soft‑spoken. They had no idea about the private world she and I had built together. The world where she had agreed to fulfil my darkest fantasies. The world where my timid wife was routinely letting my best friend, David, fuck her while I watched. 

Tonight, I was the one who felt timid.

“You’re restless,” she murmured beside me.

Her voice made my chest tighten. “Yeah… I’ve been thinking about something.” Even saying that much made my throat close. I tried again. “It’s something I want. Something I want to see.”

She turned toward me, hazel eyes soft but alert. “Okay. Tell me.”

I hesitated, then forced myself to say it plainly.

“I want to watch you give your anal virginity to another man.”

Her reaction was immediate, shock, confusion, something like disbelief. And I felt the weight of it hit me all at once.

“Scott… I don’t know.” She shifted under the blankets, her breathing uneven. “I’ve never even thought about that. I’ve never done anything like that.”

She was right. Neither of us had ever had anal sex at all. It was a boundary we had simply never crossed.

“It sounds uncomfortable,” she whispered. “And honestly… it scares me.”

I nodded quickly, trying to show her I understood. “I get that. I really do.”

She kept speaking softly, almost like she was afraid of disappointing me. “It just feels… intense. And maybe painful. And I don’t know if it’s something I want.”

I waited, quiet, hopeful, trying not to push.

She turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “I need time,” she whispered. “Just to think.”

I nodded, lying beside her in the dim room, feeling the weight of hope and uncertainty settle over both of us.

 ...

The next afternoon, I found myself in the kitchen with David. He was leaning against the counter, eating an apple like he lived here, like he belonged in every room of my life now. I was still replaying last night in my head, still unsure what Emily would decide. When she walked in, the air changed. David noticed it instantly. I felt it in my chest.

“I’ve thought about what you asked,” she said. I straightened without meaning to. David raised an eyebrow, amused, waiting for the show. Emily’s voice was calm, but there was something underneath it, something sharp, something I couldn’t quite read.

“I’ll do it. I let’s you watch another man fuck my ass, take that virginity from me. But only under my conditions.” David’s eyebrows shot up at this conversation. He hadn’t been expecting this at all.

I nodded quickly. “Anything you want.”

Her tone tightened, just slightly.

“First: I choose the man.”

I hesitated, then nodded.

“Second: you have to be the one to approach him. You have to ask.”

My stomach dropped. I felt the blood drain from my face. David let out a low laugh, delighted.

“Oh, this is going to be good,” he muttered.

 Emily didn’t look at him. She looked only at me.

“Do you agree?”

I swallowed. “Yes. I agree.”

She nodded once, then said the name.

“Mr. Halloway.”

My eyes widened. David stopped chewing.

“Your boss?” I whispered. Not just her boss, David’s as well. The room tilted. My breath caught. She watched me carefully, and I saw something flicker in her expression, a quiet satisfaction, a shadow of last night’s hurt, a reminder that she was still deciding how she felt about all of this.

 “Yes.”

“I’ll… try,” I whispered. Halloway was larger than life. A stern man, hard and uncompromising. I’d only met him at office parties and even then, he’d felt unapproachable. It was obvious that Emily thought I would never actually approach him. She thought the matter was settled.

 

I paced the bedroom, pale and anxious, while Emily watched me from the bed with a calm that made everything worse. We’d made an arrangement for today. Emily had arranged for us to have coffee with her boss. I’d gathered my courage and then let the moment pass, my secret fantasy left unsaid.

 “You failed,” she said quietly. “You said you wanted this, but you couldn’t even ask my boss. You froze.” Her voice wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t sharp. It was steady, which somehow made it hit harder.

"I know. I'm sorry." I answered.

 “Is it still your fantasy?” She pressed.

“It is.” My voice barely a whisper.

“If you want that kind of vulnerability from me,” she continued, “you’re going to experience something just as vulnerable yourself. With David.”

 My breath caught. “I’m not…David?...I can’t do that.”

 “You don’t have to,” Emily said. “But if you don’t, then you’re not just asking me for something you want, you’re asking me for something you don’t even understand. You don’t have to do anything with David. But if you don’t, I won’t fulfil this fantasy.”

...

The garage felt different. Quiet, heavy and hot. The weathered mattress sat in its usual place, the one that had become part of our secret rituals. I approached it with trembling hands. The dim light made everything feel sharper, more real.

I took off my clothes. I knelt on the mattress in a pose I'd seen Emily take many times. 

 David stepped closer. His expression was hard to read. Nervous and amused. Emily watched without looking away. She wanted me to feel the weight of what I’d asked of her so many times, the surrender, the exposure.

David dropped his pants, his underwear. He moved behind me. I heard a lid pop open. Then cold liquid drizzled on to my ass. I gasped.

"Sorry, man." He smeared the lube into me, pushing inside me. I was acutely aware that this was the most intimately any man had ever touched me. The thought didn’t repel me. It just… landed. Heavy. Real.

"You don't have to do this." David told me. I looked over at Emily. Her expression neutral.

"Yes. I do." I answered back. "And maybe...maybe don't talk."

He gripped my hips and pulled me back towards him. I could feel the heat of his hard cock against my skin. He pushed forward. Pushed into me. I gasped, once, sharply, my hand gripping the mattress so hard my knuckles went white. Shock, fear, humiliation… and something else I didn’t expect surged through me.

I didn’t know what my body would do. I’d braced myself for pain, sharp, overwhelming pain. But the first thing I felt wasn’t pain. It was pressure. A slow, spreading pressure that made every muscle in my lower body tighten on instinct. It was strange, not familiar, not comfortable, but not the stabbing sensation I’d been afraid of. The pressure kept building. My stomach tightened. My heartbeat kicked up. There was a moment where everything felt too full, too stretched.

And through all of it, I was acutely aware of Emily watching me. That awareness made everything feel sharper the pressure, the tension, the vulnerability. My face felt hot. My chest felt tight. My whole body felt like it was under a spotlight.

And then something shifted.

A sharp, buzzing feeling under my skin. My muscles were tight, every part of me bracing, waiting, trying to prepare for something unfamiliar. That tension alone made my whole body feel hypersensitive, like every nerve was turned up too high.

Then arousal. Utterly unexpected. Completely beyond my control. My cock swelled as David pushed into me. I tried to pretend it wasn't happening. I swelled more and more. Until my arousal was so intense that it hurt. 

The mattress shifted beside me, even as David kept up a slow pumping rhytym behind me. Emily knelt beside me. She ran her hand through my hair, then her grip tightened and she pulled my head back. She reached under me and grasped my cock. She stroked me as David fucked me.  

My face felt hot. My chest felt tight. My breathing was uneven. 

I didn’t know my body could react like that. One moment I was bracing, tense, trying to manage the pressure and the unfamiliar intrusion. The feeling of Emily hands, gentle on my cock, hard as steel in my hair. The next, something deep inside me was triggered, a point I didn’t even know existed.

It felt like a sudden surge.

A sharp, involuntary contraction low in my abdomen, like my whole pelvis seized at once. My breath punched out of me in a startled gasp. My thighs tightened. My stomach clenched so hard it almost hurt. It wasn’t pleasure. It wasn’t pain. It was a reflex, a deep, internal reflex that took over before I could think. It felt like my body was trying to process too much sensation at once, like a circuit overloaded. My lower back tingled. My chest felt tight. My breath came fast and uneven, almost panicked.

I couldn’t control any of it.

It was overwhelming, not in a pleasurable way, not in a painful way, but in a total loss of control way. My body was doing something without my permission. I knew what was happening before I fully understood it. There was a moment, a shift, a tightening of David’s body behind me and suddenly I realized what it meant. The knowledge hit me harder than any physical sensation.

He’s finishing. Inside me.

It wasn’t the physical detail that overwhelmed me, it was the meaning. I felt claimed in a way I hadn’t prepared for.

I came, hard, into Emily's hand, exploding all over the filthy mattress. My whole body shivered uncontrollably. I lost awareness of everything except my orgasm. And Davids. He finished and let go of my hips. I fell forward on to the mattress, gasping. 

"Do you still want me to do this?" Emily whispered. Her breath in my ear made me shudder. 

"Yes." I could hardly force out the word. 

"The David will ask Mr. Halloway." David froze in the periphery of my vision.

"If he does," her voice took on a note of triumph, or command. Something hard and proud and vulnerable at the same time. "If David finds his balls and asks Mr. Halloway, I will fulfil his most hidden fantasy."

I gasped.

"And it will be for him alone."

 …

Later, I watched Emily in the shower. she let the hot water run over her shoulders. I could tell she was replaying everything, my submission, David’s power, the way the garage felt like something fundamental had shifted. I had crossed a line I never imagined crossing, because she told me to.

David had stepped into a steadier role than either of us expected. I could tell that she was thinking about what she had promised. That she worried about that David really would ask Mr Halloway. And worried about what he would demand of her. 

And, sore as I was, I was excited again.  

To preface: this is NOT an advertisement and I will NOT be offering my girlfriend's username. Do not DM me asking for it; I won't respond.

So my girlfriend used to be a SUPER loyal woman. She would cringe at even the idea of cheating. It was actually pretty crazy. One time one of her friends cheated on her boyfriend, and she ranted to me about how weird and gross and immoral it all was.

So color me surprised when, one day, my girlfriend is dominant one day in bed and suddenly threatens to cheat on me if I don't behave properly!! I was shocked and weirdes our at first but soon after extremely turned on by the idea. Time went on and it became something we would dirty talk about while having sex a lot, but she made it clear that it was just that: dirty talk, and it was nothing more than dirty talk.

Around May of this year, her and I flirted with the idea of selling feet pics to make a small bit of cash on the side. It was mostly my idea and, while I found a small bit of cuck pleasure in that, but it was also just her feet, so not really. I took some pictures for her, but ultimately we never ended up posting anything. The summer came and went, and again, the fantasy remained a fantasy.

All of that changed, however, when I posted some pictures of her online. Men flooded to my dm's asking for more and more pictures of her. I told her about it and she was fascinated with just how many men were infatuated by her body. So a few days later, we decided to start an actual porn account for her, where she would post her nudes. She was hesitant at first, but now I think she's grown to like it more.

Here's where the story gets interesting, and she starts to actually cheat and cuck me:

My girlfriend starts offering to sell guys nudes in her DMs. She starts taking nudes for other guys that she didn't take for me, and even begins sexting with other men! She's even started talking to other guys without them paying!! All the while, she's begun making me send to her cashaspp to sext her and get nudes from her.

So I'm officially getting digitally cucked, and it's only a matter of time before she decides to make it not just digital. I honestly can't wait for that day.

After the kids were born, my wife lost interest in hotwifing. After many years, she finally agreed to hotwife for my birthday on the condition that I be the one to find someone. Although she agreed, she wasn't feeling totally confident about her mom bod. She still looked hot with an amazing pair of legs that I enjoy looking at. She just didn't have the flat tummy from before kids, but still very, very attractive.

Fast forward... we found a guy. We did a meet and greet. My wife was smoking hot. She wore short shorts, high heels and a blouse that was hot, sexy, and classy. I haven't seen her look that hot since before kids. I loved it and he did too. He told her she was intimidatingly beautiful and I know exactly what he was talking about. He later told me that he just wanted to take her right then and there. She was so hot, sexy, smart, funny, and poised. He couldn't believe his luck.

We had two different successful play dates with him. At the first playdate, I told him my wife wanted to be manhandled, which he did. She came so much and left the bed a major mess. He was thick and long. She said it hurt to take him all the way in. She was screaming and moaning in ways that I have never heard, cumming in ways I couldn't make her.

For the second playdate, she wanted to make love to him instead of being manhandled. She wanted it to be slower and more passionate. I informed him prior to our playdate and that is what they did when it happened. She loved it and came soooo many times. She told me she was so proud of herself for being able to take him all in with no problems and how good it felt.

After the two playdates, the three of us agreed to take a month break from him so as not to overdo it. Additionally, we were all very busy with work and family.

In the days that followed, I could see her opening up and becoming comfortable with her body. I could sense her confidence and I loved it. Even her coworkers were noticing something different about her but they just couldn't put a finger on it.

Since both playdates were extremely successfuI, I asked my wife how she is feeling now about hotwifing. She was reluctant to start doing it and was just doing it for me as my birthday gift. But she replied that it's like riding a bike again after not doing it for a long while. Now, she really wants to find a masculine man with a thick cock that she feels attracted to. She wants to find him instead of me. She emphatically said that she wants him to manhandle her.

For clarity, I asked her what exactly she envisioned happening in terms of her being manhandled. She said she wants to be tossed, turned, and flipped every which way he wants as if she was his sex doll. She doesn't want him to ask permission or ask if it's okay if he does this or that. She wants him to take charge and bang the shit out of her pussy in every position he can and make her eyes roll back into their sockets. She wants to have a hard time walking and a pussy that is sore for days.

Now we just have to find the guy that checks off all the boxes. Unfortunately, the pickings are slim in my small town. How I wish we could find the right guy for the job...

We were at a university friend’s wedding. Long day — 8 in the morning till around 4 in the evening.

She walked into that hall looking like she belonged on a wedding poster, and I still can’t get the image out of my head.
Her black hair was pulled back tight into a low, neat bun, not a single strand loose. A small red bindi sat perfectly between her eyebrows. Soft, full face, warm glowing skin, dark eyes that could look straight through you or drop down with that quiet little tilt of her head. Red lipstick made her lips look fuller, almost glossy under the lights.
She was wrapped in a deep red silk saree, the kind that catches the light every time she moves. Thick green-and-gold border running along the edge, the fabric smooth and heavy, clinging just enough over her hips and then falling in soft folds. The blouse was short-sleeved, the same rich red, cut in a modest V that still showed the upper curve of her breasts and the smooth skin of her cleavage. You could see how soft and full she was underneath — rounded shoulders, the gentle line of her waist, the way the saree sat against the weight of her chest whenever she shifted even slightly.
Gold earrings. A heavy ring with a dark red stone on one finger. Simple red bangles on her wrist. When she lifted the edge of the saree or adjusted the pallu, her hands moved slowly, dark nail polish catching the light.
She stood there with that quiet, unhurried confidence — sometimes arms lightly crossed, sometimes looking down while she held the border of the saree, sometimes turning just enough that the drape fell across her hip. Elegant. Traditional. And somehow still the hottest thing in the entire hall.
That was how she looked the entire time… and then it started.

After the ceremony she asked me to take photos of her. Of course I did. There were eyes on her the whole time — men, women, everyone. She knew it. She flaunted a little while I shot: adjusting the pallu slowly, turning her shoulder, lifting her arm just enough. She loves that quiet confidence and I loved watching her do it.
Later I had a night train to catch. She insisted on coming to the station with me even though the traffic was going to be hell. I told her not to, she still came. We booked a cab, reached way earlier than expected — more than three hours free — and I already had a room booked near the station. So we went up.
The second the door closed she was still in the full wedding look. Same red saree, same blouse, same bindi and chandanam, same bare neck with that thin silver chain. We started touching each other and she leaned in close, still rubbing me through my pants, and whispered that there had been eyes on her the entire day — from the morning drop-off all the way till the hotel reception.
Then she got specific.
She told me about the driver who dropped her in the morning. Said if he had gotten the chance he would have completely devoured her, over and over, until she was finished. And while she said it she showed me exactly how she had teased him through the rear-view mirror.
She played with her hair. Lifted both arms slowly so the short sleeves of the blouse rode up and the soft underside of her arms and the side of her chest came into view. She moved the pallu to free her arms properly, and because she was wearing it on a single fold the thin red silk shifted and gave a clear peek of her curvaceous hips and the full line of her waist. Every time she adjusted the pallu her cleavage deepened for a second — a clean, deliberate amount of soft brown skin and the upper swell of her breasts left visible for the whole ride. She recreated every single move for me right there in the room, still in the same saree, still smelling like the wedding hall, still with that quiet little smile while she demonstrated how she had put on a show for a stranger in the front seat.
I lost it.
I did her in that red silk saree for several rounds. Kept the blouse on, kept the pallu half-draped, kept the bindi and the chandanam and the thin silver chain exactly where they were. She stayed in the full wedding look the entire time while I took her again and again. I pulled out every time. Thank god.
She was still in that saree when we finally left for the station.

This happened with my ex of a year and a half. About two months into us dating we were laying in bed cuddling. We had just gotten done fooling around and we were talking about sex. My ex had some traumatic sexual experiences in high school and was dealing with ptsd and depression from that. I always tried to give her space to express her feelings. I wanted her to feel comfortable talking to me about how she felt. So that meant we talked a bit about our ex’s.

Well while we’re in bed cuddling we were talking about my dick. She was saying I had a big dick and I was joking about with her saying she couldn’t take it. She then proceeded to tell me something I honestly could never stop thinking about:

“My ex used to break condoms all the time. It was actually a problem.”

Yeah… that hurt. And I knew he was a rapper too. You already know I could see it in my mind. My cute, sweet girl getting tossed up and split in half by a giant mandingo dick. Bursting condoms inside of her pussy while he’s stretching her out beyond repair.

I got butt hurt for sure. We had a little argument. She felt bad and apologized. That was the last time we talked about our sexual experiences in the past I can tell you that. I got over it and moved on. However, every now and then, when we would have sex, she’d start begging me to go deeper. So I would. Then she’d say more. And I’d sit there thinking “that’s all folks”. Made me wonder how much deeper she was used to dick going in her before.

We broke up a month or so ago and I can’t stop thinking about things like that with her. We were texting a bit after our break up. I wanted to rekindle things, but she thought we should stay apart. She didn’t want a relationship.

Just found out last night from her friend that she’s hanging out with her ex again. The rapper. The rapper with a dick so big he can’t wear condoms.

Really hopping I get a “I made a mistake. Can we make it work” text.

First off I want to say I do not own the work to this story. My wife and I are new to cuckolding and maybe you have read our real life journeys before, we are getting a bit of a fan base and one of our fans wrote up this story for us. He gave me permission to post his works and wants to share it with others. Please go check him out if you’d want, he has many more stories like this one and he plans on making more about us in the future. [u/Maby_Traby](u/Maby_Traby)

I hope you enjoy

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This is a new set I’m working on with some inspiration from an amazing couple. Hope I can get several more done with these characters. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I have writing :\*

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Ibliss was new in town but was no stranger to changing environments. Since he was 2, he’d been shipped and sent all over the world by a family that refused to stand still long enough for the paint to dry. His mother’s modest inheritance mixed with his dad’s egregious inheritance essentially meant his parents had never worked a real day in their life. Yet he was expected to go to the best schools and get the best grades, all for what? To impress their boring, pretentious friends?! To add insult to paper-cuts, he was an only child born to only children. No siblings or cousins or uncles to commiserate with on their family neurosis.

Some of Ibliss’ earliest memories are of comforting his father after a drunken stumble and crash out. His mother was much less demanding, but also less present. College may not have been his choice, but it DID make him realize he needed to make his own community if he wanted any support. He appreciated getting to see what a healthy normal family looked like.

A few years out from college and his parents pull his financial assistance. Going on about “a Yale graduate should be able to provide for himself,” or something. What’s he suppose to do now?! He too has never worked a day in his life, unless you count raising two adults as a job. Rather quickly he gives up, “if I’m going to be homeless, I might as well do it somewhere warm,” he concedes to himself. California is too expensive, Arizona too hot, Louisiana too French, Texas too… Texas… Florida it is.

Florida was kind to him but kind of boring. Does everyone just go to the beach and.. fuck?! He had managed to find a good price on some land in Suwannee, near a pretty lively recreational area with plenty of old and large trees. Something about it felt like home. It helped that major festivals happen virtually in his backyard several times a year. He could still meet people, even while living in the sticks, he thinks.

He managed to move in just in time for the annual Halloween festival. The locals had raved to him about the wildness that ensued for the two weeks it was held, but he had no idea what was in store for him. Still mostly broke except for some money he borrowed from a college roommate, he had to sneak in. Buying the house and land had taken him selling almost everything he owned, but he felt he deserved a good time for all his efforts buying a home.

The festival was larger than he imagined; what he figured would be a few thousand people, tops, turned out to be 30k people, probably more. As he shuffle his way under a fence a good distance away from security, he noticed a pretty woman wearing a red pashmina scarf hitting a joint. She catches his shenanigans and laughs aloud. Almost too quickly she was beside him, lending him a hand.

“Stop, I don’t need help, you’re gonna give me away!” Ibliss says, shocked and confused by his own reaction.

“Well jeez, I was just trying to help!” Red says as she quickly pulls her hand back.

Now on his feet, Ibliss looks around frantically before finally settling on Reds face. An immediate flushing sensation rushes to his face. The girl wasn’t only nice, she was STUNNING.

“He..Heyy, I’m sorry, I freaked out. I’m new here, I don’t know why I’m being like this. Forgive me. Seriously I’m an idiot, I don’t know why I’m like thi” he mutters before getting interrupted.

“Shhhh, it’s okay, relax, you’re surrounded by love, nothings going to happen to you here.” Red says as she lightly places her hand on his cheek, only adding to his hotness.

He knew festival people were hippies and about free love and all that, but he hadn’t ever actually experienced something like that in real life.

“Uhh, do you come here often..” he says awkwardly.

“Haha, yeah, I live not far from here with my husband, Flaire. We love this thing. So many cool people. What about you? Sneak in every year?” She says with a chuckle and a smirk.

“Uhh, no, I just moved in not too far from here.”

Before he can awkwardly fumble onto his next word, the prettiest man he’d ever seen skips into their conversation, like a woodland fairy.

“Well hi! What happens to be going on here?!”

Ibliss had never been into guys, but there was something about this one that made him twitch. It could have been the skimpy outfit that showed off his happy trail, or maybe it was the outline of his little cock in his camo speedo, but he wasn’t threatened. He was excited.

“Oh hey!” Red says, practically yelling.

“Good timing, I just met the newest addition to our orgy later!” Red says with a glint in her eyes.

“Wowo, what, I’m not in any orgy!” Ibliss says at the same time Flaire exclaimed “yes!”

“I was just kidding! Gosshh, you really need to relax, you’re at a festival!” Red says as she gives his arm a squeeze.

“I know a way to make him relax..” Flaire says with a similar twinkle in his eye.

“This is my husband, Flaire. I go by Red.” She says as she embraces Ibliss in a hug. It happened so quick, she was already releasing him before he could raise his arms and return the hug.

“Uhh… you two are.. married?” He said and immediately regretted.

“Yeah, we’ve been married for 6 years.” Red says as she raises her and Flairs hand to show identical wedding rings with little diamonds.

“Oh wow, sorry, I just thought” Ibliss begins to say before being cut off by Flaire.

“What, that I look like I suck dick like a Hoover vacuum?!”

“Well… yeah.” Ibliss says with a confused look on his face.

“Well I do!” Flaire exclaims.

The three of them alternate staring at each other before simultaneously breaking out into laughter. The oddity of the situation demanded a laugh; how does such a pretty, effeminate man end up with this gorgeous tan goddess. He didn’t even have a large cock, Ibliss could see it with his own eyes!

“Hey, why don’t you come back to our camp, since clearly you don’t have a place of your own here.” Red says after the three of them stop laughing.

Something about this seemed like a trap to Ibliss, but feeling reckless and slightly aroused, he took the bait.

The camp was quite a setup. Glamp would have been a better term. Several large tents filled with king sized futons, indoor couches, carpets on grass, several people walking around nude. This was unlike anything he’d ever seen.

“Uhhh, is it okay that I’m here..?” Ibliss says as he shares a smile with another beautiful topless woman.

“We are all open here. If you rub anyone the wrong way, we’ll know.” Red says with a wink.

“Just make yourself at home. Flaire and I have some buisness to tend to really quick.”

Before he knows it, both of them have disappeared into a tent. Ibliss takes a seat on a couch and takes in all the Halloween decorations. So weird to be outside on a couch, he thinks.

15 minutes have passed and the sexy couple is still in the tent. Curiosity gets the better of him and he sneaks his way to try and overhear what’s goin on inside their tent. He knows he shouldn’t but he’s getting bored. Nothing good happens when he’s bored.

“Listen, I think he’ll be up for it! Trust me, I saw the way he looked at you!” He can hear Red say.

“I’m really not trying to have another guy who only fucks you, please, it’s torture! I want the chance to feel it too!” Flaire says with a pain in his voice.

Before he can take in everything that’s being said, Ibliss loses his footing and lands face first ONTO their tent.

“Ugghhnnfffff, sorry! I’m so sorry!” Ibliss says, his voice muffled by the canvas top on their tipi tent.

The zipper quickly comes undone and he falls face first into their glamping palace.

“I’m soooo sorry. I’ll leave.. I’m sorry, I promise I’m not always like this.”

Before he knows it, he’s being pulled onto a futon on the floor and Red gets atop him.

“You’re not goin anywhere, mister. Since we caught you, you need to come clean! Were you or were you not looking at my husband’s cock a few minutes ago?!”

“Well, technically I couldn’t see anything.. ya know.. on account of the camo..” Ibliss is proud of his wit in the moment, but also terrified at the same time. He can feel Red’s hot thighs squeezing his sides, her warm pussy against his crotch. What a mixture of feelings and sensations.

“I see we have a funny one on our hands. You know what we do to the funny ones?” Red says as she bends over, getting closer to his face.

“What..?” Ibliss says, wafting Reds face with his hot breath.

“We fuck them.” She says before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“So.. you’re NOT into me. I knew it.” Flaire says, annoyed.

“Uhhh, I didn’t say that. I just am confused. You’re hot, but I don’t like guys. But I WAS trying to look at your cock. I don’t know, I don’t know. Why would I look at your cock if I wasn’t into it? But also why would I suddenly be into guys at 30 years old, but also” Ibliss is interrupted by another kiss from Red, but this time firmer and longer than a peck.

“Your cock getting hard and pressing against my pussy says you want his cock. It’s okay to admit it, many people don’t figure out till much later in life. There’s no shame here.” Red says before giving him another kiss.

“Don’t force the man” Flaire says, but this time from right beside Ibliss. He’d moved too quietly and positioned himself just above Ibliss, now looking down at him, his own cock the foreground. The outline of his little penis completely visible to Ibliss from this new vantage.

“You’re SO hard right, fuck.” Red exclaims as she grinds her hips against Ibliss’ swollen cock.

“Can I do something about this?” She says with an angelic look in her face and a that glint in her eyes.

“Honestly, at this point, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. I’m confused, and horny? But..”

Before he could continue, Red slides down his body and yanks at his pants. He lifted his butt to assist. Before he knows it, his cock is halfway down her throat.

“Fuck you’re big.” Flaire says as he all but drools watching.

“Are you hard right now?” Ibliss asks, noticing Flaires cock stick straight and straining his Speedo.

“Yeah, this is so fucking hot. Can I watch and touch myself?” Flaire asks Ibliss.

This was completely new to Ibliss, he’d never even been in the same room as another hard cock, but this one seemed different. He was itching to see what came out of that camo print. Plus, Red was giving it her all and he was on the edge, his absolute horniest.

“Only if I get to watch.” Ibliss says, not knowing where the words came from.

“Say less.” Flaire says as he pulls out his cock.

It was maximum 3.5 inches in length and the girth of a fat sharpie. A pretty wimpy penis by all measures, but it was glistening and perfectly shaved. He’s never seen a cock so clean and smooth. Something about it begged for a sucking.

“Can I put it in?” He hears Red say from his crotch.

“Uhh, like in your pussy?” Ibliss asks, confused.

“I’ll take it wherever you’ll let me.” Red says, her chin covered in saliva and precum.

“Only if he puts his little dick in my mouth.” Another set of words Ibliss never knew he would utter.

Before he knows it, Red is sliding her hotness onto his stiff cock. Every extra inch she takes forcing his toes to curl a little. She was the tightest pussy he’d ever experienced. Meanwhile, Flair got on his knees and brought his cock to Ibliss’ face. Without hesitation, he took it all into his mouth at once and begun swirling it like a lollipop.

What seemed like immediately, Flaire’s cock was twitching and unloading little dribbles of cum onto his tongue. He’d never tried another man’s cum, let alone had his tongue coated.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m didn’t mean to do that!” Flaire says as he tries to pull his cock out of Ibliss’ mouth.

Ibliss instinctually grabs his ass and forces him to keep the little cock in his mouth. Savoring every teeny drip. Just as he starts to feel Flairs cock start to go soft, he feels his balls tighten.

Red’s pussy was contracting and squeezing him at the same tempo as his balls tightening. He knew he was about to cum.

“I’m aburtt turr cruimm,” Ibliss quickly removing the cock from his mouth says as he drools a bit of cum.

Red takes initiative and plunges him as deep as he’ll fit, rubbing her cervix on his cock in the process. She grinds her hips into him like he might try to slip away while bending over and whispers in his ear.

“Breed me.”

I’m not sure where to start this but basically my wife (27), Valerie, and I (27) started this kink back on July 4th. We went to a friend’s party and we’re having a good time. We got there early to help out and I’d see her occasionally with her friends or just helping out where she could. I saw her with a guy I didn’t recognise at one point and didn’t think too much of it but when I asked her about it, she told me it was some guy trying to hit on her. Val mentioned she was married and he said that’s ok since he was trying to make friends. I asked if she wanted me to say something but she said that it was ok and it was fun. I didn’t say anything and she realised, teasing me that I better not get jealous. I mean why would I? Some guy thinking he had a chance in my wife. He’d be so lucky.

Anyways, night goes on and I’d caught her every now and again being a bit flirty with him. I mean she is very extroverted so not out of character but I felt a bit off. I ended up going up to him and just giving him a heads up. I should explain Matt was about 6’ something (all I know is that he’s taller than my friend who used to boast he was 6’4 but was proven to be 6’1), fairly lean but you could tell he lifts or was at least taking part in some sport. And to top it off, he was wearing a douchey tank top that showed off his gains. So yh with all of that, you can tell I want the biggest fan of him. He was a bit… forward, saying I was lucky etc etc. To my surprise, he was more chill then I expected and things were going well. Well enough I introduced him to some of the guys. As we talked more, it got to a point where we were very comfortable, maybe too comfortable. To add to my surprise, he mentioned my wife had told him about a fantasy of hers while they were playing a game. It was that she wanted to try a threesome with another guy. Obviously, it was a tough ask and I didn’t think too much of it. But when he mentioned it, he floated the idea of the three of us. Still shocked that he knew, I pretended to his pitch. He explained that he is just a friend of our friends and has no other connection and it would be one and done and that I can use it as a chip to bargain for something I wanted in the future. And the more I listened, the more my inebriated mine agreed. I told him I’d ask my wife and he got up smiling. It took me another drink before I could work up the courage to ask her after the way I had rejected the idea in the past.

I went up to her, pulling her aside in private and was stuck between asking her why she told him or to put the proposition across. I decided to do the latter, reminding her of her fantasy and that I may have found a solution. I told her that I’d thought about it and always wanted to find someone we barely knew that she would get asking with and feel safe with. I told her that I’d seen her laughing around with this guy and that I didn’t even know his name (a lie of course) and that she didn’t know his surname or anything about him so I wouldn’t think too much of it. She started smiling and asked if I was really sure. I nodded and told her I was but only if she realised she owed me one. I told her to wait for us upstairs while I convince him. Obviously, it wouldn’t take long to convince him and we made our way upstairs.

My wife was waiting for us, patiently lying on the bed. She leaned up on her knees smiling from cheek to cheek at the sight of us. My heart was racing as the door behind us closed. Was I really going to do this? As she stood up, walking towards us, Matt commented on how good she looked. She thanked him as she caressed his arms before holding his hands. I could really appreciate the height difference at this point, now that she had taken her heels off (I realise I hadn’t really said much about Val. She’s 5’4, black hair to just beyond her shoulders and I’d describe her as slender but shapely).
I broke the tension by saying we should have some rules. We introduced a safe word - pancakes - and when we mentioned protection, neither of us had brought any. He assured us he had gotten tested recently and even showed a copy, telling us he hasn’t been with anyone in the past couple months since. I felt uneasy even in this weird mind state but my wife said she trusted him. Everything we mentioned was pretty much answered with ‘as long as Val is happy with it’, after which there was an awkward silence. Finally, Val came to me kissing me but kept looking at him, telling him to sit on the edge of the bed. He did so and I felt a sense of superiority that he was watching us.

My wife then moved towards him, before looking at me saying you sure you’re ok with this. I nodded before watching the two make out. The scene instantly caused a flurry of emotions. I was aroused yet ashamed, proud yet emancipated, a touch of anger yet excited as I wondered what next. I watched as his hands traveled around her body before he laid her on him. With his back on the bed, she was straddling him and it wasn’t long before she had her top off. I watched him smile, before he broke the silence saying he had wanted to see those piercings all day long. Val smiled telling him he could have a taste. The mention of seeing her piercings stung. It was like a claim that he wanted something and now he had it. As he played with her tits, he turned to me with a look that only her husband should be the cause of. She beckoned me closer with her finger and kissed me. Being very awkward with the situation, I did my best not to touch Matt and after a couple more minutes of awkwardly standing, she told us to pull our cocks out and sit. As we did so, she had stripped revealing her nude body.

We sat side by side as she sat in between my knees. I was already hard but curiosity got the better of me and I saw Matt holding his cock. I wasn’t an impressive size, just below average but I knew it didn’t matter but seeing him holding what I’d describe as a girthy 7 and a bit inch cock, attached to his physique, yh some insecurity began to grow. It didn’t help hearing Val’s reaction. Her eyes widened slightly before saying, ‘That’s a FAT cock’. They both laughed and I tried to join in but it felt a bit forced. He replied with a simple ‘and it’s all for you’. It wasn’t much but the thought of that in my wife cried my mind doing irreversible damage to my ego. So much so that I could feel my cock soften slightly.

Nevertheless, there wasn’t much her mouth couldn’t resurrect. That sense of pride overcame me once again. She picked me first. I mean why wouldn’t she? I was her husband. But it felt good to be the first. However, she toyed with me for a minute, having enough and wanting to try the bigger model next to me. I continued stroking slowly to keep it hard. I knew how small I’d be if I lost it so I watched the two flirt with her hands wrapped around his cock. I would have said something to stop it but the insecurity of ending it and it hanging over us for who knows how long was more than my insecurity.

Our eyes finally met. My wife and I shared a brief look before she turned back to Matt. I watched her cushion his cock with her lips, struggling more than she ever did with mine. Her left hand was wrapped around the base as her head swallowed more and more of his cock. Every so often, she would say something, mentioning how big it was or joking about her jaw hurting. I didn’t understand it but I was getting more and more aroused. I saw her right hand playing with her pussy. She was enjoying this. No. She was loving it. But I questioned if I wasn’t there, would it have impacted it as much? And that thought grew, turning me on more than it should have. After about five minutes, he pulled her up, standing up with her. They kissed as they did so before he laid on the bed, sitting against the headboard and she followed suit, laying down on the bed between his legs. Matt looked at me and told me ‘it was only fair to reciprocate’. Ashamed of doing nothing, I listened and sat on the edge of the bed, loving my wife’s wet pussy as her mouth was wrapped around another man’s cock. The room was filled with sounds of her lips and throat pleasuring him and after a while, it was too much. I stood up lifting her legs a bit before sliding my cock in. It felt amazing. After at least 10 minutes of seeing and hearing her obsessing over Matt, I was enjoying the fruit of my labour. At least I thought I was. I looked down and my wife was engrossed by his cock. I could tell she was overstimulated but there was a growing sense of jealousy. I picked up the pace, squeezing her ass as I do so. And finally, her head turned. I looked into those lust filled eyes, remembering every detail. And that was it. Seeing my wife in that state, with my drool across her mouth and chin, that look of acceptance, her mouth still filled with his cock, it was too much. I think this was my turning point. I wasn’t looking at my wife. I was looking at a woman. A woman getting what she had wanted. Getting what I had denied her. I kept going kissing her back and finally in her break from sucking his cock, we kissed. It was one of those sloppy kisses that I love. I didn’t care it was the saliva that was on his cock. I was embracing her as she was with me. But as happy I was, moments never truly last. I heard her voice. She was mumbling something. I asked her what it was and that’s when I heard it.

‘I want to try his cock now, daddy.’

I was dumbfounded but in that state, I slowed down and stopped. Matt smiled. I realised it was the first time I looked at him in a while. Well looked at his face that is. He just replied ‘you heard the lady’. I forgot to mention, yh one of my kinks is being called daddy and hearing it was like a ray of sunshine. Anyways, as I got up, Matt laid there not moving much as my wife excitedly positioned herself on him. She looked at him with such joy as her body lined over his cock. I watched the two of them jerking my cock as she slid it in. My face couldn’t hide her reaction as she let out a moan. Matt held her as he began fucking her pussy. She uttered all kinds of dirty statements, some statements that she hadn’t said to me. All I could do was watch as she moaned and he touched her body. I watched as he made her cum and how he held her as she recovered with their lips connecting and the sound echoing in my ears. And after who knows how long, Matt finally broke the silence. He looked at her and told her, ‘I think we’re involve your husband. The poor guy is just standing her.’
She looked at me and nodded at Matt. I wasn’t sure if I should be embarrassed or thankful. She stood up her legs still weak, kissing me, before telling me to lay down. I laid on the spot Matt was in as she sat in the same position again, in between my legs. We kissed and I asked if she was enjoying herself. She nodded, saying ‘I was the best’. I felt that sense of pride again. Maybe I had done a good thing and I was being rewarded with a very happy blowjob. A couple of minutes in, a figure loomed over her positioning himself where I stood minutes ago. He arched her back like I had once done and pushed his cock into her. Instantly, her mouth left my cock as she let out another moan and looked at him. Her hand was still stroking mine. As he began fucking her, I was left with a very distracted wife. She tried to continue but instead her lips barely touched my cock. With every spank, her attention weakened and I would be compensated with twenty seconds of attention for every couple minutes of her turning to him. But I wasn’t complaining. In fact, I was more aroused than ever. I’d not seen this side to her and it was more than I could handle.

After another ten minutes of so, Matt laid next to us and she hurriedly straddled him once again. She smiled at me before he rode her again. Her hand moved to my cock jerking it off. It felt like a sympathetic gesture given I watched how much he was playing with her ass. I was surprised to see Matt smile at me. He kept fucking my wife as she jerked me off. It was too much for me and I actually came. I fucking came. To my wife being fucked by another guy. I came onto her hands before she looked at me, kissing me and wiping it in the bed sheets. I felt humiliated. My wife was fucking some guy and I had one of the hardest orgasms and it was from a fucking handjob. And even after all that, they kept going. And I just watched. I watched her make out with him as her ass reddened with every spank. I watched him pick her up, slamming his dick into her as she held onto him. I watched as she laid her on her back and thrusted his cock into her mouth. And what I do? I jerked off. I rubbed my flaccid cock until it hit hard again and jerked off to the sight of another man and my wife. And it was when she turned her eyes to me with strings of saliva between her mouth and his cock that I came again. This time, it was more embarrassing than anything. I had no idea what they thought but I felt tiny. Matt had already stuck his cock into her throat again before I could even finish and it wasn’t long before he turned her tired body and fucked her. Her nails dug into the bed sheets below me and the two were locked in. They had been muttering things to each other but it was right here that my world crumbled.

Matt was resting his head against her as he fucked her missionary. His tone was low but controlling and I could just about make out what he was saying. He had asked her ‘do you want me to cum?’, to which my wife nodded saying ‘yes baby’. That’s enough felt like a punch to the gut. Then he continued telling her to ‘ask for it’. Val happily obliged and I heard her beg, ‘please give me your cum.’ But Matt didn’t think that was enough. No. He wanted more. A kiss. He gave her another kiss before telling her to keep going. My wife pleaded more. Until he finally added the one thing that had scarred me ever since.
‘Call me daddy. Say it.’
My heart froze momentarily. By now, I had sobered up and everything was feeling way too real. My eyes turned to me to which his hand moved to her chin, telling her to look at him. She hesitated as I sat hoping she didn’t. My heart raced as the sounds of their skin connecting were the ones sounds left other than background music from the party. His mouth moved to her left nipple as he bit on it before sucking on them with his left hand fondling the other. I guess it was too much because after another moan, with her voice raised, she gave in.
‘Please… please cum for me daddy.’

Matt smiled before he increased the tempo as he kissed her. They made out for another minute before he let out a grunt. He told her he was cumming and her legs wrapped around as he came in her. He fell onto her his cock still in her. They exchanged a few more kisses before I made my presence known. A little cough. That was it. My wife’s eyes widened before smiling. I still question if that was a sign that in those few moments, she had forgotten I was there. Surely not right? Anyways, Matt stood up saying how great that was and hoped I didn’t mind ‘taking lead’. He added that my wife ‘definitely enjoyed it’. I saw her give a guilty smile or at least what I’d describe it as. I don’t think she was guilty but given what had happened and the awkward tension in the room, I assumed she was just a bit uncomfortable not knowing what I was thinking (which was right). Matt picked his clothes off the floor and redressed complimenting my wife and how chill I was, saying if we ever wanted to do that again, just to let him know. He stroked his hair back into place before coming over to my wife who was now laying closer to me on her elbows. He leaned in kissing her and grabbing her ass. I was taken back, given the one sided nature of his departing words, that he thought it was a good idea. However I was proven wrong as my wife leaned in, reciprocating his affection. The kiss lasted much longer than I thought it would and he finished with a spank which released a giggle from Val. He leaned over for a handshake and I paused before slowly reaching out. He shook it for a second and said his farewells, closing the door behind him.

We sat in silence for a minute. I finally broke the silence with a ‘soo’ which she copied. We smiled and I told her it looked like she had fun to which she just gave a simple nod. I asked if it was everything she had dreamed it would be like and she replied with a bit of a snarky comment saying, ‘I thought you would last longer’. I couldn’t say anything to it and she continued asking if it was too much seeing her like that. Memories of her and him flooded my mind and I could feel the blood rushing again. I turned to her kissing her forehead and told her the truth that it was. She was lost for words for a second, I assume she hasn’t expected and neither did I. We held each other for a moment before I looked at my cock which was hard again and asked if she was up for another round. Val rolled her eyes and replied ‘only because it’s you’. She laid on her back as I pulled her legs to the edge again and slid my cock in. I could feel how wet she was. At the time, I had forgotten I was fucking in his cum. Anyways, as I did so, Val teased me as we both asked each other about the experience. I would ask if he was better and she smiled nodding. She would ask how it was to see another man fucking her and I admitted it was oddly really hot to which she laughed calling me a cuck. Every mention of the experience, I could feel a warmth from within. She even asked about her using my nickname for him. I told her it hurt but again it was a turn on to see her give in and she admitted she liked it too. Finally, I told her that I was close and came on her as per her instructions. It took us a while but I got changed and left with her closing the door behind me as she freshened up. We had been gone a while and people had noticed and so I did my best to play it off realising we hadn’t thought about a story. And turns out, we both told different stories to the same people. I caught Matt looking over a couple times but left it as is. I thought maybe he wanted me to talk to him but given what had happened I didn’t want to get about his side of fucking my wife but Val has other ideas. I watched as she sat next to him and the two talked, laughing about something. I watched her take his phone and I assume put her number in. He got up soon after and winked at me before leaving. I was furious but at the same time, embarrassed. Ultimately, I realised I had no reason to be angry but thankful. I learnt soo much about my wife because of him. Saw another side because of him. And she had a blast because of him. Who was I to be angry at him?

I realised this was supposed to be about something more recent but I got very into sharing our first time that I completely forgot about this event. Seeing how much I’ve written, I think it’s best I changed the title and will write about this one another time. But honestly, anyone who did read this. Thank you for your time. I don’t have any friends who I can tell this to so an open ear is always nice.

Edit: apologies for how long this is. I didn’t realise how much it was until I’d finished.

A short recap of the deleted part #5

After that crazy night Mark confronted me saying he hoped what happened the night before would not affect our friendship. We all agreed that what happened that could be considered as just an adventure and that we would leave that in the past.
As we returned home we came back to the reality and between me and my girlfriend nothing really changed. I didn’t got to see Mark or Aron in the next couple of weeks, mostly because we were all pretty busy with our jobs but one night we decided to watch a football game together at our favourite bar.
All we guys would be there and of course I was pretty nervous to see Aron again.

At the bar things looked pretty normal, like nothing had happened. My girlfriend texted to check on me and I told her that things looked normal like before. Or at least so I thought. After the game finished Aron asked the table if we all were down for a final beer and after everyone agreed he asked me if I could help him bring them all. I nervously joined him at the bar and while we were waiting for the beers I was praying he would just keep his mouth shut.
“Hey man, too bad you went to sleep early that night, you missed the whole show” he said with a smirk on his face. I smiled nervously and then he asked me how my girlfriend was. I told him she was doing fine and then he mentioned that the three of us should definitely hang out one of those days. “Maybe next time you can enjoy the show” he said as we walked to our table

Back home I told her about my little interaction with Aron and she started to tease me, she started grabbing my cock asking me how I felt about it and as this went on she ended up sucking my dick and teasing me on how she hoped she felt his big cock inside her. I didn’t gave it much importance as I thought it was the usual role play between us but things changed a bit when the after a couple of days while I was at work I got a text from Aron.
I immediately got nervous. Aron never texted me before and after what he said last night I kind of had a feeling what that was about.

He invited me and my girlfriend out saying we could have some fun together. I didn’t knew what to say. I waited for my lunch break to think that through and then called my girlfriend to tell her about his proposal.
She was surprised just like me about it but it seemed she didn’t minded seeing him.
“Babe did he mean tonight ? 8pm ? Gosh Idk if I would have the time to get ready, plus I’m not even shaved”
She said maybe without even realising those words came out of her mouth. I couldn’t believe it. So this was it? Basically if I agreed to us going out I would for sure become a cuck that night.

Needless to say I wasn’t able to work anymore that day. All I could think about was what was about to happen in a few hours. Back at home I found my girlfriend getting out of the shower and getting ready. She was drying her hair, then she did her makeup and trying to find something nice to wear.
She noticed me being nervous and told me that we weren’t forced to do anything and that whatever happens I could stop things at any moment.

We met Aron at this nice bar we had never been before. Loud music and a lot of people. We found a table for ourselves on the corner and of course Aron made sure to sit next to her. We had a couple of drinks and they didn’t bother to hide their flirting. It was clear my girlfriend was so into it and I didn’t wanted to get between them. Then at one point I noticed they were getting closer and closer to each other talking and laughing until they just went for it and started kissing.
I could see their tongues playing with each other like I wasn’t even there and they went on with it for a minute or two. As their kiss broke Aron asked if we wanted to take this to a more quiet place, saying his house was just 10 minutes from there.

We walked to his place, a two bedroom apartment. He opened a bottle of white wine for us. The whole time I felt like the third wheel there. They kept flirting. I could see his hand touching her body and after a few minutes we all moved to his bedroom. As we entered inside he pointed at a chair on the corner of the bedroom and told me I could make myself comfortable there. I felt so embarrassed. So that was it? I was about to see my girlfriend getting fucked.
He was such a jerk and I hated his face so much but at that moment I gave up and just accepted my fate.

Part #6

I sat on the chair as he and my girlfriend lied in bed together making out. I could see his hand grabbing her boobs and then his hand sliding down to her thighs and finally resting on her pussy. After a minute of that they slowly started getting undressed, my girlfriend removed her top revealing her nice perky boobs and he started licking them while she pulled off her skirt. Just like that after just a few seconds she was naked. It was Aron’s time to remove his clothes and I was shocked when he finally took his cock out. My god, it was even bigger than I thought. I started getting worried. I mean would she even feel my cock the same way after trying his?

I could see it in my girlfriend’s eyes and smile that she loved seeing his big cock again. As Aron was lying on his back she started sliding down on his body kissing his chest and then slowly licking his 6 pack. She was enjoying it so much, he had a great physic so that ofc helps. Then she grabbed his big cock in her hand and the second when her lips touched the tip of his cock felt like minutes to me. She opened her mouth and put it in as much as she could. She kept licking it top to bottom and my god I grabbed my cock so hard trying not to cum. Then after a couple of minutes of sucking it she started jerking it off as she started sucking his big balls. I was seeing her going into it in a way she never did with me, or at least not since our first times together.

Then after she got tired of sucking his cock she started moving forward taking herself in the position to put it in and ride him. I was so nervous seeing how in a bit that huge cock would be inside her lovely pussy. She sat slowly on it as I was inch after inch of his cock disappear inside her. She was moaning so much. She started riding his cock slowly as I had a nice view of her round ass bouncing on him. She leaned forward and started kissing him again as he grabbed her ass cheeks. Then Aron was ready to take control. He started going faster and her soft moans quickly turned into screaming from pleasure. His balls saw hitting her ass cheeks so hard it was echoing in the room. She I couldn’t believe she could take the full length of his cock.

Then after a couple of minutes of him going hard on her she had an orgasm. I couldn’t fucking believe it, she never had an orgasm from penetration before with me, no matter how hard I tried. Her legs were shaking so much and I couldn’t hear how wet her pussy was. They slowed down a bit after that and kept doing it softly for a while. Just hearing the noise her wet pussy was making as his big cock was stretching it hard for me not to cum. Then after a while he told her to move on the side and bend over. She followed his order and he made sure she was facing me while he got positioned behind her.

Just like that he started fucking her doggy style grabbing her hair with one hand and slapping her ass with the other. He was showing her no mercy at this point and she was screaming so loud she pushed her head on the mattress and was biting it so hard just to not be that loud. As he was fucking her Aron looked at me and asked her if his cock was the biggest she ever tried. She started moaning loud says “it’s so bit, it’s so big” as he kept asking she said yes multiple times giving him more reason to humiliate me. At one point as he slowed down a bit her eyes met mine and watching her face as he was pounding her from behind made me finally put my hand under my pants and in just a few strokes i made a mess of myself cumming all over my underwear.

Having an orgasm as they were still going was not a good idea as the post nut clarity hit me hard. I was so embarrassed by all that, I couldn’t rise my head. I couldn’t stay there anymore. I quickly stood up and left the room. I found the bathroom and started cleaning up myself. It took a while for me to do so and I couldn’t still her them going in that bedroom.
I tried to stay out of that room as soon as I could but at some point I had to come back.
As I opened the door she asked me if I was okay. They were changing position getting into a classic missionary. I told her I was ok and sat back on the chair to witness Aron putting her legs in the air and pushing his cock all the way in inside her.

It didn’t take long for her to have a second orgasm and shortly after Aron was about to cum. She urged him to pull it out and not to cum inside her and he did at the very last moment shooting his load all over her tits and stomach. Then he collapsed on the bed next to her to catch his breath. My girlfriend legs were still spread open as I could see her pussy open loose from where I was sitting. Then she stood up and said she had to clean herself.
At that moment I remained alone in the room with him hoping he would say nothing but of course he couldn’t resist.

“You liked our performance? Hehe” he asked me.
I remained in silence for a few seconds but then told him I did. “Hey can you grab me some tissues from the kitchen so I can clean myself?”
It was such an embarrassing request but I just wanted to leave the room so I did.
At the time I brought them to him my girlfriend came back in the room.
She put her arms around me, giving me a hug and asked again if I was ok. Then she got back to bed with him as he put his arm around her.
They started kissing and then she turned her eyes back at me. I did knew what to do. I just wanted to disappear.

“What do you say if we had one last glass of wine and then call it a night?” Aron suggested.
At that moment I really needed some alcohol so we all went to the kitchen.
Aron was wearing only his underwear while my girlfriend didn’t bother to wear anything at all. We sat there and they started complimenting each other for a bit. They asked me if i had a nice view from where I was sitting and I responded I saw more than enough.
Fortunately we didn’t had to stay there much longer as she suggested it was maybe time for us to call an uber. I knew that after that night things weren’t the same anymore. I felt a bit better at home as she sucked my cock, but I knew I didn’t reclaim her. I was so tired and also a bit drunk that I just wanted to go to sleep.

Hi all, I’m back again with another story of my slutty hotwife.

We both enjoy going out on weekends and dancing in nightclubs. Fortunately, this also has the added benefit of being a natural place for my wife to meet guys. She’s very sexy, about 170cm tall, 65kg, with spectacular, perky tits, a big ass, and long, wavy brown hair. So, naturally, she gets quite a lot of attention wherever she goes. Combine that with the slutty things she likes to wear (or not wear) when we go out, and she has no problem picking up guys to suck and fuck whenever she wants. Going out to the clubs is great, because I get to watch the whole show from start to finish.

This particular night, we had gone out for dinner before heading to the clubs. My wife was wearing a cropped black lacy bustier that left little to the imagination and tight black pants that really showed off her ass. As we waited in line to get in, I was already catching guys checking her out, and I knew it was going to be a great night.

We got inside, made our way to the bar for some drinks, and then headed towards one of the dance floors. We had a great time as always, dancing and having a few drinks to get things flowing. As before with the queue outside, I noticed quite a few guys eyeing her on the dancefloor, envy in their eyes. If only they knew.

Once things were starting to heat up, I took my cue and left her out on the dancefloor and headed back to the bar for another drink. The club was packed, and it took me a while to make it back to where I’d left her. By the time I returned, she’d already made her move. She was dancing a Mediterranean-looking guy, mid-20s, with thick, dark hair, dark eyes, and hands that were already all over my wife’s body. She was grinding her ass into him, eyes closed, arms reaching behind her, teasing his hair as he kissed her neck. He had one hand on her hip as the other slowly made its way up her side, stopping just short of her tits. I made my way to a spot near the dancefloor where I could watch them.

They were all over each other, not even trying to be subtle. He squeezed her tits, pulling her into him as her hips swayed seductively to the beat. Her hands wandered behind her, and I knew she was rubbing his cock through his pants. They danced for a while, things getting quite hot and heavy, before she turned around, kissed him passionately, and asked him to go get her a drink. He left, and she looked around, caught my gaze, and made her way to me, grinning. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, with a sexy, wicked look in her eyes.

When her guy returned, he looked around, searching for her, before catching sight of us together. The look in his eyes was one of confusion and disappointment. My wife turned and kissed me once more before making her way back to him. She grabbed him by the face, kissed him hard, and leaned in to say something. His expression changed as she spoke, from confusion, to surprise, and then his eyes lit up with the same wicked fire I’d seen in my wife’s. He looked over to me, and I raised my glass to him. With that, they turned and made their way further out onto the floor. They danced for a while longer, while I watched and had a few more drinks. It was quite late, probably 3am, and the club was packed. I lost sight of them for a while, and when I next saw them, my wife was leaded him by the hand towards me. She stopped, gave me a kiss, and then they headed for the door. I waited a moment and then followed.

Outside, I found them making out on the pavement outside the club. I lit a cigarette and watched them for a moment before my wife turned to see if I’d followed. She winked at me, then grabbed his hand and we set off towards our apartment, them hand in hand and me following just behind. No one spoke; we all knew where this was going.

We walked a few minutes, stopping occasionally as they made out, eventually coming to a park. It was dark, and there didn’t seem to be anyone around. My wife looked back at me, grinning, and then led us into the park. I already knew where this was going. We walked along the path a short distance until we reached a spot where there was a bench near some trees. The path was lit with streetlamps, which cast a warm glow over the scene. I sat down on the bench and lit another cigarette. My wife took our new friend by the hand and led him into the darkness under the trees opposite me.

From the bench, I could still see their silhouettes in soft light. I sat transfixed, cigarette smoldering in my hand, as my wife sunk to her knees. Her head titled upwards, and she said something to our friend as he loosened his belt and fly, and he chuckled in response. The world fell deathly quiet; the only sound I could hear was my own heartbeat.

Then, after a moment, I heard it. The unmistakable sound of my wife sucking cock. The wet, nasty, slurping noises as her tongue and lips began to work their magic on his cock. Her muffled, hungry moans. In the shadows, I could see her there on her knees, head bobbing on his manhood, her hands on his thighs as she sucked slowly, passionately. I listened and watched as she worshipped his cock for what felt like an eternity. I felt my own cock throbbing in my jeans, but I let it be. Then, I heard his breath catch and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. Her moans grew louder and more desperate as she picked up her pace.

Through the darkness, I saw his hands reach out, grasping at her hair as he took control. Hips thrusting wildly, filling the cool night air with the sound of his pleasure as he fucked my wife’s throat. With two final, authoritative thrusts, he let out a loud, guttural groan and came. I heard my wife moan with pleasure as she swallowed her reward, her head bobbing slowly on his cock for a few moments longer as she hungrily sucked out every drop of cum.

Then, she rose to her feet as he collected himself, and they rejoined me at the bench. My wife smiled at me, her eyes fiery with lust, her lips and chin glistening with a mix of saliva and cum. She leaned in to kiss me, and I could taste it all. She asked our friend if he would like to continue back to our place for more, he nodded in agreement, and so we made our way through the park and onward to our apartment.

Once inside, I went to the kitchen and got out the makings for more drinks while they headed to the living room. When I joined them, they were on the sofa making out. My wife was already out of her top, our friend’s hands squeezing her tits and pinching her perky, pink nipples as she moaned with pleasure. Her hand was rubbing at his crotch, and I could see the bulge as his cock swelled again. I sat down in the chair across from them and watched the show for a few minutes. Then, my wife stood up and slowly slid her pants off, bending over to give our friend a full, closeup view of her ass and pussy. She beckoned him to follow her, and they made their way to our bedroom down the hall.

I stayed where I was, watching after them. The bedroom door was open, and the soft light of the lamp on the dresser spilled out into the hall. I heard the muffled sounds of clothes falling to the floor, and then the faint creak of our bed. There was a moment of quiet, and I took a sip from my glass. Then, I began to hear those same sounds again.

I sat there listening to my wife suck his cock, and again I felt my own begin to grow, rock hard and throbbing. I stood up and silently crept my way down the hall and peered through the open doorway. There was my wife, on her knees before him once more as he sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hair back with one hand. Her hands were resting on her thighs in front of her, her eyes locked on his, gazing up at him as she worshipped his cock. It was good sized, probably 18cm, straight, and veiny. It glistened in the light, wet with her saliva as her lips slid up and down the shaft, her tongue teasing underneath. I stood and watched for a moment, trying with all my might to ignore the swollen, burning sensation in my groin. They were lost in the moment, so unnoticed, I crept away and returned to my seat in the living room.

I watched the clock on the wall as my head swirled. Five minutes passed, then ten. The sound began to change. I heard the soft, rhythmic creaking of our bed, and their moans grew louder. My wife was getting fucked by this stranger.

I sat there for quite a while, fighting to focus on what was happening in the bedroom and not in my pants. Eventually, I got up and made my way once more to the open doorway. This time, my wife was lying on her back. With one hand, our friend had her hands pinned back over her head while the other gripped the nape of her neck. Her legs were on his shoulders, and he was thrusting his cock deep inside her pussy. I could hear the wet, slapping sounds as he fucked her, his eyes locked on her face. I watched for a moment, and sensing my presence, my wife turned her head and our eyes met. She bit her lip as she smiled at me, her eyes wide and glassy. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity as he fucked her, oblivious to my presence.

I couldn’t control myself any longer, so I undid my fly and pulled swollen cock. I began slowly stroking myself, standing there in the doorway as I watched my wife get fucked. After a couple of minutes, I began to feel my climax building, so I stopped, riding the edge of the wave as I watched them. With this, my wife turned her head back to her lover, and I took my leave. My head was spinning as I walked into the kitchen to refill my glass. I returned to the living room, sat down, and began to slowly stroke, edging myself. I wanted to save it for just the right moment.

A little while later, I rose once again to see what was happening in the bedroom. They had changed positions now. My wife was bent over in doggy, her favorite position, her arms crossed on the bed in front of her. Our friend was fucking her hard, one hand wrapped in her long, dark hair, pulling her head back while the other held her by the hip. She was gasping as he fucked her, her ass and tits shaking with every thrust. Her pussy was soaking wet, dripping onto the sheets beneath them. I stood there watching in awe.

I knew she was close to cumming when she began to shiver uncontrollably each time he buried his cock inside her. I began to stroke my cock furiously, once again feeling my own climax building. I held on with all my might, waiting for that final moment of ecstasy.

Her hands moved to the side of her head as she held on, gripping frantically at the sheets he brought her ever closer to the edge. Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a cry; he gave her one final thrust and buried his cock inside her. She yelped and gasped as she came, her entire body shaking uncontrollably, overwhelmed with pleasure. He held still for a moment, her pussy squeezing tightly on his cock. He began to thrust again, smacking her ass with authority as she continued to cum, quivering as she rode the waves of her orgasm. This finally pushed me over the edge and I came, standing there in the doorway, my load exploding out of my cock and onto the floor in front of me.

They hadn’t even noticed me. He let go of my wife’s hair and grabbed her by the ankles, fucking her savagely as I quickly grabbed a towel to clean up my mess. After a few moments of this, he let out a groan and once again buried his cock in my wife. His balls tightened as he came, pumping his seed deep inside her aching pussy. This drove her back over the edge, and she came again, shaking and moaning as she felt the warmth of his cum filling her. I crept away as they caught their breath, and went to take a long, hot shower.

When I finished, I returned to the door to see what was happening. I was greeted with a view of my wife’s perfect, round ass. She was on all fours on the bed, and I could see her pussy, soaking wet, his cum mixed with her juices, leaking from her swollen, well-used lips. Once again, she was ravenously sucking his cock as he laid back, eyes closed, lost in ecstasy. Her whole body was writhing sensuously as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, lips wrapped tight around his once again rock-hard cock.

I knew they were far from finished, so I let them be and returned to the couch. I laid down and began to stroke my cock again to the sounds of my wife getting fucked down the hall. I came again, and laid there, head swimming as I listened. They were relentless. The sunrise was quickly approaching as I drifted off the sleep to the sounds of my wife moaning, certain she was taking yet another load of his cum.

When I woke, it was daylight and all was quiet again. I snuck down the hall and found my wife asleep in our bed alone, naked, and thoroughly used. Our friend had already left. I took my own clothes off and laid down beside her and drifted off to sleep again. A while later, I was roused by my wife, still nude, coming into the room with coffees. We sat in bed together, teasing each other’s bodies as we drank our coffee and talked about the wild night we’d had. We spent the afternoon fucking like animals, only stopping to answer the door for food delivery.

 

My wife Angela is a college professor. She is 38 now and has been doing this for the past 7 years. She is very good at her job and also she attracts a lot of attention around the campus. We have done some cuckold experiences in the last as we have been together for around 15 years. It’s not a regular thing for us but it has been very fun. We have dropped doing the age of 28 as we got married and created a family but we still get off to the idea from time to time.
One of the things that really turns us on is talking about how her make students look at her and how many of them would like to fuck her.

Of course she would never get herself into that trouble but it doesn’t hurt if we just use it for some role play. My wife used to have this student named John. He was a freshman a year ago and she really liked him. She said he was really sweet and intelligent but he decided to drop off after his first year to work instead. My wife was a bit sad of not seeing him anymore. The reason I mentioned this student in particular is because he really liked her and it was hard for him to hide it. Anyway 6 months ago my wife run into him at a coffee shop. When she came back home she told me how she was happy to see him again. She said they had coffee together and that they talked for a while.

Apparently he was not doing so well and wasn’t able to find a stable job, of course 19 and with no experience. She said she invited him to dinner because she felt so bad that things weren’t going well for him and that she wanted to keep him close and maybe guide him a bit.
He came over at our place one night and we talked a lot. He was very smart but in this market it was hard for anyone. It was funny how he looked quite nervous because he obviously liked my wife and the dress she was wearing that night didn’t make things easier for him.

Anyway they remained in contact and would text from time to time. Then one night as we were having sex she had come home from the university and was still wearing her pencil skirt and the opened white shirt that made her boobs look great. We started role playing a bit and then John’s name came up. She told me she had thought about him and that she would like to give him some fun time. I told her he wasn’t her student anymore so I didn’t see anything wrong with that, ofc apart from the fact he was half her age.

Anyway Angela asked me if I was sure about it and I said it would be fun. She said she liked him physically and the idea of letting herself go with a man half her age was intriguing. One night she booked this airbnb as she couldn’t bring him over at our place to do that and she couldn’t go to his place as he shared it with two roommates. The idea was for them to have dinner and then go to this place and have sex, maybe spend the night together.
Mu wife wore a nice white dress and picked him up in her car. I didn’t got much updates that night. I know they went to dinner and then they spent the night at the apartment she booked. She told me the details the next day on how at first he was very shy but the sex was actually nice.

She said she enjoyed it a lot and since John was in a really good shape it made it more fun.
She told me how it was clear he had imagined that moment from the first time he saw her. In the next months they slept together 5 more times and he basically became her young lover. John knew I knew although they never did it at our place. My girlfriend was like she was 20 years old again when she was with him and I was happy for her.

This summer she got the idea of us three taking a vacation together so I could finally see them fuck. I loved the idea and surprisingly John was also into it.
I booked a beach vacation reserving a suite on this nice resort for 5 nights. I was super exited about all the things we could experience there and also a bit nervous. We picked him up a Saturday morning and drove to the airport together.

I will write about the vacation in a part 2.

This isn’t our first experience. About 3 months ago we were very drunk at a party and she made out with a guy next to me. Things didn’t get far there but the make out was intense and he had managed to take her top down and fingered her. We didn’t let it get far from there.

That night was a ‘mistake’ and we decided to not to repeat it. I was not the most comfortable about it, and she wasn’t ready for it. I had let it get there because lately I felt that she was getting too vanilla with me while her friends were hooking up. All that said, it clearly excited us but we both just denied it.

This pool party was impromptu, we got invited by an old guy friend of ours, and we weren’t all that planned but we book a room in the hotel that had the party, thinking it’ll also be a fun staycation.

Fast forward to the party. -

We went in wearing just casual beachy fits, and she wore a netted top with her bikini underneath. She’s got like beautifully round E cups, big but most people can’t tell unless she’s in a bikini, or her top is low enough.

So this night, she wore a bikini that made her boobs look so amazing, before coming up she did spread some lotion and it made her boobs shine.

We met the buddy that invited us and met all his horny friends, a bunch of guys and few girls. She got so much attention, she was enjoying it. The guys were chill too but they were definitely a bit too flirty with my girlfriend. She eventually took her shorts off and stayed in her bikini.

At one point, she was dancing in the middle, surrounded by 5 guys, like a porn scene. I stayed near her but also kept some distance to not look over protective.

I felt a bit uncomfortable at times but I wanted her to enjoy this moment, even if it meant a little discomfort.

We met this guy at the bar area and he asked my girlfriend if she wants to come to his room later, she told him she’s with her boyfriend.

I eventually met this guy and noticed he was still flirty with her. Her boobs just caught so much lusty eyes throughout the night that, and he was particularly passionate to really have her.

….

Few hours later, after 2 more drinks or more. We found ourselves talking to each other by a little pool, just the 3 of us. I’m not sure how we ended up at the pool, what conversations drove us alone, but all I saw was, her laying on his lap with her legs on me.

And his hands rubbing over her chest and eventually he had slipped his hands under her bikini top and was playing with her nipples. I was by her feet and was just touching her legs abd i started feel her goosebumps.

I didn’t know where to go from here, but i was just watching him grope him girlfriends boobs as she gently moaned and smiled while looking at me.

She suggested we should go somewhere private, then she got up and asked me whether we should head back to ours or go over to his. I suggested hours.

I held her hands while the 3 of us headed to the elevators, we got in the elevator and she stood there in the middle of us in the same bikini.

We got into our rooms, and quite quickly they started to make out. While they made out, I was behind her eating her from the back.

Then we moved to the sofa and it was game quite on. Lights were dimmed and we were in the dark. Just her between us.

She was rubbing my dick over the top of my shorts in the dark and I didn’t realise at the moment that her other hand is probably doing the same on that side, so I peaked my eyes open and saw his dick out of his pants and she’s completely jerking him with her right hand. He was hard and a good size. She jerked him and I watched.

She faced towards me and we kissed, then she whispered, can I suck his cock? I said yeah. Then she said I’ll make him cum quick don’t worry. Then turned to him and bent over and I was just rubbing her back while she bobbed her head over another guy next to me.

I couldn’t see much but she is definitely very enthusiastic and noisy. All I heard was her gags and his moans.

Minutes of that then she gets up and switches to me. Her mouth was wet and soaking when she came between my legs and started blowing me.

He got up and got behind her. Here’s a bit of the hot bit, while he stood in front of me, I could see my girlfriend’s lipstick marks all around his balls. Seeing it made me realise my girlfriend had his balls in her mouth before blowing me.

I look down and see her face a mess, and lipstick all over the face and I see her eyes open up and roll back, he was sliding his cock inside my girlfriend, raw.

He started fucking her hard and she couldn’t really focus on blowing me, so I leaned back and watched a guy I’ve never met before, fuck the love of my life in a dodgy style.

This went on for a good 15 mins, watched them switch positions but he really liked her lips and fucked her mouth a lot, that’s when I got to fuck her too.

He eventually came in my girlfriend’s mouth with one hand on the back of her head. I pulled out and came on her back moments later.

An immediate sense of guilt and realisation happened, and without further talking, that guy left. Leaving us together…

We didn’t bother showering and passed out like that. Next morning we confronted the night, again decided to never do this again.

We went to a doc later, bought her a plan B pill and we both got tested. All good.

First of all, I’m French and I used an AI to translate this text, but every word was written by me. This is the story of my relationship sliding deeper into the cuckold/hotwife universe.

I’m 28 and my girlfriend is 26. We met when she was 18 and I was 20. Physically, she’s a very beautiful woman, with a full chest and naturally rounded, nice ass, slightly tan skin, chestnut eyes and hair. We met young, so besides being our first long and serious relationship, it’s also the relationship of a lot of other first times. For family and personal reasons, we don’t live together.

We have a close relationship based on trust and sharing, and we’re open to different sexual practices. The question of the partner’s pleasure is quite important to us; we like seeing the other take pleasure. I’m a very strong foot fetishist, and over time she learned to use her feet to turn me on and make me feel good. That’s thanks to that that I opened her up to the world of female domination.
I already knew the cuckold universe and, even though we explored different things, I had never particularly felt a desire to share my girlfriend. I’m not especially jealous and I’m quite used to other men’s gazes on my girlfriend, so it simply wasn’t part of my kinks—until a certain day…
About 2 years ago, after a drunken evening, we were at the hotel on the bed, mutually masturbating, when I wanted to check something. Some time before, we’d had an argument because I had to cancel a outing together, which had cooled our conversations. She had gone out on the planned day with another man, an older married friend of hers who lives several hours’ drive away and had come to Paris for various reasons. She had been talking to him on social media for several years, without ambiguity, and they had taken the opportunity to meet in real life. It had disappointed me and made me quite jealous: I had never heard of him, she hadn’t warned me, they were meeting in real life, and on the day we were originally supposed to see each other.

So it was quite tense between us for several days, during which my trust in her was heavily questioned. And even though, after several discussions and reflections, things got sorted out—because she had told me in detail several times about the meeting, that she is really respectful and faithful, and that, as I said above, trust toward the partner is very important to her, so she knows the pain that cheating can cause—I still had questions of a jealous man turning in my head.

That evening, on the hotel bed, with the alcohol helping and the night getting hot, I slide my hand between her thighs while I kiss her neck. I take advantage of this moment when she’s receptive, when her body responds before her head, to ask her to tell me once again what she experienced with that man. I tell myself that in pleasure, she might confess things she would otherwise hold back. So she tells me that they simply met, outside, in a public place, that they talked and that they took a candy that relaxes, CBD-style. She tells me that with the effect of the candy, the conversation drifted toward sex and that it turned her on. She also admits to me that once she got home, she was all wet.

She tells me all this while I’m touching and licking her at the same time. I can clearly see that she’s very hot and wet telling me this, and my fingers slide over her without resistance. And in me, a feeling of fear that she might have cheated on me, mixed with a feeling of excitement knowing she was so slutty and perverse with another man—she who is usually so faithful—begins to invade me, excite me and make my heart beat so hard that I feel like it’s going to come out of my chest.

I ask her if she was turned on by him, by his body, and if she would have wanted to suck him, for example. She answers me that yes, she could have. Even more excited, and still masturbating her, I then ask her if she did suck him. And she doesn’t answer me. For several seconds that seem like minutes to me, I wait for her answer, and nothing. My heart is really beating hard, my breathing speeds up, I tell myself she’s going to confess having done it. She’s jerking me off at the same time, her hand going up and down on my cock, and the mix of sensations is very intense. Even if in reality the silence wasn’t that long, I still ask her a second time—but I barely finish the sentence when she comes between my fingers, her body arches, and me, with the excitement and the doubt in my head, she also makes me ejaculate very strongly with her hand. That moment, that suspended doubt that ends in an orgasm, remains etched in me as one of the most intense of my life.

After this event, which once again left me in doubt, she admitted to me several times that she really hadn’t done anything with him, and we didn’t really bring up the subject anymore because she felt guilty. However, I never really forgot it, and it awakened a new, very strong desire in me. I had the impression that this moment at the hotel had been one of the strongest and most exciting of my life. This pleasure was so powerful that I started thinking about it more and more often. Over time, I started watching more and more cuckold porn: seeing a woman take pleasure with another man while her husband films and masturbates in a corner, seeing her look her lover in the eyes, him making her come, her belonging to him and forgetting her husband while he watches everything. I imagined the pleasure that the pain of seeing his wife so open and wild with another could provoke. I imagined more and more my girlfriend in different scenes with other men, dirty conversations between them, or dates she could have while I suspect nothing. Today, this kink has taken over my foot fetish, which is nevertheless very strong and has been there forever.

One day, I therefore admitted to her, without going into too much detail, that since the story with the other man, it had caused a change in me, and that imagining her with another or taking pleasure for another man excited me a lot. She accepted, and for about a year and a half, we have gradually introduced new practices. For example, we sometimes watched a porn together, I told her to choose one with a man she likes, I licked her, hidden under the duvet, telling her to imagine that it was the man from the video who was licking her. She even started having her favorite actors, who had a big effect on her.

She also allowed me to share photos of her feet, and I showed her the different tributes that other men sent me. I told her how I liked seeing other men get turned on by her feet, and that seeing their hard cocks on photos of her feet drove me crazy. There was something deeply humiliating and exciting in the idea that other men get hard for a part of her that only I had the right to worship, as if a piece of her intimacy was being stolen from me, and that it excites me more than it hurts me.

During sex, I asked her to tell me about the sexual things she had experienced before me. She also told me about other men who had hit on her in the street or at work, about her discussions on social media with quite open men, or sometimes about fantasies of a threesome with me and another. Or she put me in scenes with other men: she made me imagine sucking them or getting fucked by them, all while jerking me off at the same time, which added a very dominant and humiliating side to our new practices.
We got used to it, and it became more and more recurrent during our intimate moments. With all that, plus the different pornos, captions and stories I could see, my desire to really see her with another started becoming really strong. Since discovering this new kink, I informed myself well and I know that some regret going from fantasy to reality. That made me reflect very seriously, and I realized that it was a real desire, not a simple fantasy. Seeing my girlfriend also take pleasure in these situations comforted me in this idea.

That’s why, for a few months, to renew the pleasure, I decided to explain to her in more detail what I feel when I imagine her with others. One evening, I really opened up to her. I talked to her about this strange and addictive sensation that is jealousy, this bitter feeling of seeing the woman you love and protect used by another, and taking pleasure with him. I explained to her that it was for me a very exciting and intense feeling, almost painful pleasure, and that it made me even more in love with her, seeing her take her hotwife role seriously.

I also told her that, to assume more her dominant side, I wanted her to be more liberated than ever and without complexes, that she lets go completely. That I was ready to take it, ready to suffer a little for her, and that I wanted to show her how much she deserved to be treated like a queen. At that moment, something shifted in our dynamic. It was no longer just a game we were trying: it was a framework we were setting, and in this framework, she became the one who reigns and me the one who serves.

So we introduced new practices like insults, spitting, domination and humiliation with the feet, slaps with the hands or the feet, dirty discussions of imaginary scenes of her with other men. Even if she was embarrassed at the beginning, with each new intimate moment she took more and more freedom and assurance, and especially more and more pleasure in her role of dominant and cruel hotwife. Seeing her more and more liberated and seeing her pleasure drives me even crazier. There’s something intoxicating in seeing her seize this role, in seeing her understand that she can walk on me, that she can put me down, and that instead of offending her or running away, it sticks me to her feet a little more every day.

Until a few days ago, when she surprised me even more. During one of our moments, she admitted to me, while she was controlling my cock with her hands—this hand that holds me, literally, and that decides when I go up—that during an evening with a friend of hers, they had heated up a guy with whom my girlfriend talks on social media. My girlfriend was born abroad and this boy lives in her hometown. They’ve known each other for a long time and she had already talked to me about him. She told me that she knew he would answer quickly and send a photo of his cock, because he gets excited quickly and he had already sent her several times photos. I already knew it, and she had told me she had never sent him anything. But she admitted to me that, to heat him up that evening, she had sent him a photo from behind where you could see her ass in panties.

It excited me a lot, and I admitted to her that I loved that, knowing that she had “betrayed” me like that—so to speak, because she knows I like that. That she had done it herself, without asking me, and that I would have wanted her to do it for a long time. And that after reflecting so many times, I would have wanted her to answer “yes” the day at the hotel when I asked her if she had sucked the man she had met 2 years ago. I showed her how ready I really was to accept everything for her pleasure, that it made my pleasure, that they weren’t just words, and that my feelings for her were strong enough for me to authorize her that, because she deserves it.

She also admitted to me liking the way we imagine that she gets fucked dirty by other men more muscular and virile than me, with a bigger dick. That she likes putting me down and feeling superior, that she likes that I admire her and that she sees the passion in my eyes when I look at her since we started all this, and that we’re sinking deeper and deeper into it. This moment was very intense, and we came several times over the course of this discussion and her confessions. With each sentence, each confession, I felt my place reduce to something smaller and smaller, more and more humble, and each time it was a relief.

A few days later, during another moment, she admitted to me having sent her bare breasts to the man who sent her photos of his cock on social media. I asked her if he was happy, and she answered me very simply, smiling at me, that he had already seen them. I was already in heaven knowing that she had sent him a photo of her breasts, but that she admits to me that she had already done it when she had told me she had only sent him a photo of her ass from behind, that immediately made me react. I asked her: “How come, he has already seen them?”

She told me once again, very simply, that she had already sent him some a few months ago, because he often sent her photos and videos of his cock, or of when he jerks off thinking of her. And she finished her sentence by asking me: “He deserves it, right? Don’t you agree?”

Even if we’ve been discussing this for a while, the pain of the revelation that she had lied to me and “betrayed” me—so to speak, once again—without telling me, and the fact that she asks me this question while she holds my cock in her hands looking down at me, eyes in the eyes, and that I understand, with her so perfect tone, that the only answer she expects is “yes” because I am now her submissive: all that made me hard like never before and made me even more submissive. On the spot, she told me without lying that she had never sent him her pussy, and I told her to do it next time, because he deserves it.

What marked me the most in this exchange is the tone. She didn’t doubt my answer. She wasn’t begging for my agreement. She was announcing it to me, she was telling it to me as one tells an evidence to an inferior, and she simply expected me to validate. And me, her little soldier, her thing, I had nothing else to do but validate, heart beating, cock hard between her fingers, happy that she deigns to share her little secrets with me first, before putting them into action.

I had already told her that I would like to see her discuss with other men on her phone while she ignores me and I’m at her feet licking them. Or that she touches herself while they discuss dirty or send each other photos, all that in front of me, like an authorized, tolerated spectator. I also thought of talking to her about practices like dirtysnap—exchange of photos with strangers, basically to mutually excite—but I haven’t talked to her about it yet.

And so we arrive at the most recent event. Still during our moments, now usual, which consist simply of: me obeying her and glorifying her by telling her that she deserves better, her controlling my pleasure with more and more masturbations, hands or feet, while she talks to me about discussions with other men, how she lets things happen, that she heats them more and more, that for each man she tells me why he turns her on, that she says the name of some while I give her pleasure, or even that we look at photos of them.

Anyway, she admits several things to me. She tells me that the man with whom she had spent a day 2 years ago—the one from the story that triggered everything—was supposed to come back to the area, and that they had planned to see each other. He is older than us, which pleases my girlfriend even more, and he has been divorced since the last time he came. According to their discussions, he knows that she is open and very hot, and that he surely won’t come for nothing. She also admits to me that she can’t wait, and that if he’s hot, she will go all the way with him, because he makes her really want it.

She also admits to me that a man has been hitting on her on social media for a few days and proposes to meet her, but that he is younger and that, even if he’s not ugly, she is not interested. I tell her laughing to try a date with him, that it’s been a long time and that it could be “fun” and rather gratifying for her, to see and understand how beautiful she is and how he would look at her. She doesn’t say no, and we move on to something else in a laughing tone. That’s enough to make me come a first time, the simple fact of hearing that she is barely considering another man.

After some time, we start again, and she tells me that the young boy wrote to her a few minutes ago. While touching her, I tell her to answer him. He proposes to her to see each other one evening, simple meeting outside, an hour or two. I tell her laughing that she’s lucky and that she should accept. Without saying anything, she takes her phone between her two hands, she starts writing and she tells me “ok”. She tells him by messages that she agrees, and they organize it for in a few days. They send each other a few more messages, things don’t go further, and he doesn’t answer anymore. She tells me that if it was the other boy, the one who has already sent her several nudes, he wouldn’t have missed this chance and he would have answered right away.

So I tell her to send him a message. She sends him one, and as usual he answers quite quickly, and the discussion quickly turns to sex. He’s at the gym, and yet he sends her in video his hard cock through his sports shorts, or even sticking out of the shorts. I take advantage of the moment when she watches the videos to touch or lick her even harder, as if I wanted to apologize for being there, as if I had to deserve the show. He also sends her different videos of him ejaculating, and all that makes us come a second time.

I go out to smoke leaving her on the bed, alone with her phone and this man. When I come back fifteen minutes later, she tells me, almost calmly: “I sent him a photo of my pussy.”

I was shocked that she had done that, and even more that she had done it when I wasn’t present. While I was smoking, outside, like an idiot, she had opened her pussy in photo for another. I simply asked her what he had answered. She told me that he had loved it and that he had complimented her pink pussy telling her that he wanted it. I was directly excited like crazy.

Another man that she knows and that she has already seen in real life, with whom she has already spent time, and this man now knows her intimacy like me. This feeling of jealousy was so intense and the humiliation so strong that I got hard right away, and after, even, I got into the bed against her and we started touching each other. I told her to send him a video where she touches herself. I thought she was going to hesitate a bit, but she took her phone and she filmed for a few seconds how she fingered herself for him. We watched the video and she sent it to him directly.

Needless to say that during all this time I was in another world, that my heart was beating so hard and that the pleasure was so intense. For me this is the most exciting thing she has been able to do since our new life. It really validates things: another man that she will see in real life one day has seen her spread her pussy for him. Things are really concrete after that, when they see each other they will go further. The excited response of the man didn’t take long: he was pleasantly surprised to finally see what he had been waiting for after years of one-way conversation. And all that ended up making me come once more, imagining him laughing, having fun and taking pleasure with this man.

That’s where the story stops for now. And I’m at the point where seeing her do all these things makes me even crazier in love with her. Seeing her pleasure and her desire to see other men gives me a really particular feeling, mixed between pain and jealousy, mixed with such strong excitement and intense pleasure.

It’s almost pathetic, and I love it. The pathetic of the one who gets hard for the pussy photo that his girlfriend sent to another, the pathetic of the one who waits for a message, who tortures his mind, who imagines, who gnaws at himself, and who ends up coming from his own doubts. The pathetic of the happy slave. I want her to understand her place in relation to me, who is ready for anything for her. I want to be submissive to her in every sense of the term and all aspects of life. She is my goddess.

I can’t wait for the sequel: that she tells me about her date with the younger man, that she goes to see the older and divorced man when he comes this way, and that I torture myself imagining what they do while waiting for a message from her. That she travels to her country next time and that she sees the man with whom she exchanges nudes. She also talked to me about an outing to a swingers club that she has planned soon with a friend of hers who just got divorced.

The most beautiful thing in all this is that it has brought us closer than ever. Jealousy broke nothing, it set everything on fire. I’m no longer just her lover: I’m her admirer, her servant, her first fan, the one who encourages her to go further and who rejoices in advance of her future experiences.

I’m there, and I know that I want to go further. So the question I ask myself, and it’s on this that I would like your opinions: how to go from “she has sent photos and she will maybe see someone” to a real assumed passage to the act, without it scaring one or the other, and without it turning into a power relationship that escapes us? Have some of you lived this tipping moment, where the fantasy becomes real, and where the husband understands that he will never go back—and where he is happy never to go back?
I really can’t wait for the sequel. And I’m also eager to hear your feedback, your stories, your advice, or just your impressions.

Thank you for reading me this far.

I fucked all of my boyfriends friends before him

Growing up I was always a bit of a tomboy and naturally had a lot of guy friends. My parents were always super strict and I never could have a boyfriend that they could know about. Because of this I never really had a serious relationship, mostly just friends with benefits or hookup type guy friends. Once I went to college I ended up joining a robotics club because my friend Chase wanted me to join him. It wasn't exactly my thing but the other guys in the club were all pretty cool so I started going to meetings basically just to hang out.

It didn't take long until we started doing stuff outside of school too. We would spend most of the time at Chases house to get together and hang out. Now I was single at the time so  they would all fight for my attention, take me out to eat and flirt with me all the time. Dylan was the first one I ended up getting with. We were at a bonfire fire, I was kinda drunk and we started making out on the couch. One thing led to another and I ended up fucking in the closet. Sadly he didnt last long but still it was fun. I was really hoping to get with Ethan instead because I had a crush on him but he just wanted to be friends. I was annoyed and this made me want him even more but he kept turning me down. Then one night I was hanging out with Steven and we were just watching tv and an add for Papa John's came on the TV. He made some joke about how he could give me a large sausage and I laughed saying he was being a little dramatic. He then told me that he was eight inches and I told him that there was no way he was that big.

I told him to prove it and jokingly told him if it was really that big that I would blow him. To my surprise he just pulled it out and let me say I was honestly surprised. Like I did not expect him to be packing and well I kept my end of the deal. I grabbed his cock and started sucking it like I owed him money. He took a lot longer then I would have thought but after about 15 minutes he finally came. When he finnaly came he got it all over my shirt so I made him buy me a pizza hahah.

We ended up hooking up on again off again for a few months nothing serious but strong friends with benefits type thing going on. Then one night we were all hanging out at at Chases house. He had to run and pick up his brother so we all just stayed while he went to pick him up. We started talking and Steven started rubbing my thigh through my pants, I opened my legs a little and he started rubbing my pussy instead. Dylan noticed immediately and started staring at us. So I started to rub Steven's cock through his pants. At that point I could see Dylan getting hard and Ethan was just watching with his jaw open. I pulled out Steven's cock and moved my head to his lap. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started wetting it and sucking it loudly. Im not sure who's hand touched my ass first but not long after that, both Dylan and Ethan were standing behind me feeling my ass while I sucked Steven's cock. Not 5 minutes later they had me stripped down naked and I was sucking Ethans cock while Steven and Dylan took turns fucking me.

Just then we heard Chase get home, his brother went to his room and he quickly came downstairs and the look on his face was priceless he was white as a sheet. There I was on all fours, sucking Ethans cock and getting fucked by Dyaln while Steven sat on the couch slowly stroking waiting for his turn again. After seeing all this Chase just turned around and when back upstairs. We only went at it for about another 10 minutes before we were done. Ethan came first, I was blowing him and when he was about to cum he grabbed his cock and shot his cum onto the floor. After seeing that Dylan sped up and I could tell he was close, after about 20 more pumps I felt him grab my hips and try to pull out. He didn't make it in time though and the first big throb went deep inside me. He quickly pulled out and shot like 2 or 3 more smaller loads onto the floor as well. Ethan and Dylan quickly got dressed and left one right after the other. Steven took no time and he flipped me over and started fucking me on the edge of the couch, sadly he only lasted about 20 strokes before he came too. He didnt even try to pull out, he just grabbed me tight and held me as I felt his cock throb over and over inside me. We stayed like that for a few seconds until  he pulled out and I felt his cum slowly leaking out of me. Thank god I was on birth control.

Steven got dressed and awkwardly smiled as he walked upstairs and left. I just laid there for a few minutes before getting dressed, while I was putting my clothes back on I heard Chase coming back downstairs. I turned and faced him and he just had that what the fuck look on his face. I just laughed and said "pretend you didn't see that". He awkwardly laughed but agreed. I grabbed my bag gave him a smile and went upstairs and then home. It was really awkward for a while at first when we all got together again but eventually things went somewhat back to normal. I would still hook up with Steven, and Dylan occasionally but I never got to hook up with Ethan again. After a while Ethan stopped coming around, and so did Steven. Me Chase and Dylan would still go out and do stuff and it was always cute because Chase would try to be flirty and try to hit on me. The only problem was he was so shy he would always get embarrassed and red faced so i would tease him and say he couldn't handle me.

Then last year Dylan got a girlfriend and she didn't like him hanging out with me for some reason hahaha, so he stopped talking  to me and chase. Once it was just us me and Chase started spending a lot more time together. Then then last month he surprised me and told me that he wanted me to be his girlfriend, I was honestly shocked so I told him I would think about it. So for the last month we have been kinda dating but its mostly the same as it was before only now sometimes I'll stay the night at his place or He will stay the night at mine. We do dates and cuddle but so far thats all, I know he wants me so bad but honestly I don't know if I should let him fuck me yet haha.

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I stood under the shower, trying to come up with an excuse to go talk to Sera. Even if Jade was fine with it, how was I supposed to get Adrian to give us a few minutes alone?

I had nothing.

I finished my shower, dried myself off, and looked over at Jade. She was sitting on the bed, holding her phone, smiling to herself.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

She glanced up.

"I still can't believe I did that today."

"What?"

"I don't know... it feels like something I've wanted to do for a long time, and I finally did it."

"You've been surprising me a lot lately. It's like you're getting to know yourself all over again."

I went over and sat beside her.

"You know," she said, "there are so many things I've wanted to try for years. And lately, I've actually started doing some of them. Little by little. But there's still a lot more."

"I love seeing you like this. Happy, excited, figuring out what you actually enjoy."

She gave my hand a squeeze.

"Thanks for helping me get there. I don't think I'd have figured all this out on my own."

"Well, now I'm curious. What else have you got hiding in there?"

She burst out laughing.

"Oh my God! Let me figure out if I actually want those things first, then I'll tell you!" Sera's exact words, almost phrase for phrase.

"Alright, alright!"

We laughed, and I remembered the plans we'd made at the pool.

"Hey, what do you think's gonna happen tonight?"

"I don't know. But I think they're kind of like us. Still figuring things out."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they seemed nervous. Like they had a lot they wanted to say, but there were too many people around. They couldn't really talk."

"Honestly? I have a feeling they want to swap. Or maybe try something with all four of us."

"Wait, WHAT?"

She laughed. "What?"

"Already? Just like that? We barely even know these people! And we haven't even talked about doing anything like that ourselves!"

"I know! I'm just telling you what I think!"

"Okay, but what makes you think that?"

"The way he kept looking at me."

"How?"

"Well... did you notice how he kept looking down when I had my hand on your cock?"

"Wait. You were doing that on purpose?"

She laughed, then looked down at her phone.

"I'm not even sure he saw anything. But I have a feeling he did."

"That's not what I asked, Jade. Were you doing it on purpose?"

"Not at first!" She laughed again. "But then he got really quiet, and his eyes went wide. I thought maybe he'd noticed, so... yeah, I kept doing it."

That explained why she kept going while I was trying to move her hand away. I'd thought she was just enjoying the risk.

"So you were trying to turn him on?"

"No!" she said quickly, laughing. "Not exactly. I wasn't doing it for him. I just liked the idea of doing it, especially when I thought someone might notice."

She hesitated before adding, "I don't know. It was just something I wanted to try."

I didn't like picturing him watching her. I really didn't. But Jade was finally talking openly about something she'd enjoyed, and I wasn't about to make her feel bad for it.

"Okay, but did his girlfriend notice anything?"

"I don't think so. No."

"Are you sure?"

"Not really. I wasn't paying much attention to her."

"Alright. So let's say you're right. Let's say they actually suggest swapping or doing something together tonight. Would you be okay with that?"

"No. I don't want to rush into anything."

I was relieved to hear that.

Then she started smiling.

"Although..."

"Although what?"

She hesitated.

"I don't know how to explain it without sounding weird."

"Just tell me."

"Well... I really liked having some random guy looking at me."

She covered her face for a second, laughing nervously.

"Oh God, I can't believe I'm telling you this!"

I laughed with her, even though I wasn't finding the idea particularly funny.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah! You know when someone's looking at you, then they look away, and a few seconds later you catch them looking again?"

"Yeah..."

"I don't know. I liked that feeling. A lot, actually."

She was blushing, but still smiling. My stomach twisted at the thought of him watching her. I didn't show it.

"Wait, was he actually checking you out?"

"Of course he was!" she said, laughing.

"How do you know?"

"Because I saw him!"

"Really?"

"Yes! You were too busy looking at his girlfriend to notice!"

Shit. She'd caught me.

"Come on, I wasn't staring at her!"

Jade burst out laughing.

"Oh, please! You could barely take your eyes off her!"

"Alright, maybe I looked a little."

"A little? Sure!"

"Okay, okay! Enough!"

She laughed even harder, and I couldn't help laughing with her.

"But seriously," she said, her voice getting a little quieter, "he was looking at me. And I liked it."

There it was. She'd loved being noticed, and I'd spent half the day jealous without understanding why she was so happy. I didn't say anything. We were supposed to meet that same couple tonight, and she was excited about it.

Then Sera crossed my mind again.

Funny thing was, I'd been thinking about Sera less and less lately. Or at least, I'd been trying not to.

Jade and I had been having such a good time, and I didn't want anything ruining that. But every now and then, Sera would pop right back into my fucking head.

Like now.

Anyway, I got up to make myself some coffee.

"Hey, has Adrian called you?" Jade asked.

"No. Why?"

"Sera hasn't called me either."

"So?"

"I don't know. I'm starting to worry they might be upset with us."

"Why would they be?"

"Well, we're supposed to be on vacation together, right? And since yesterday, it's basically just been you and me."

"What's wrong with that? I'm sure they want some time to themselves too."

She nodded, but didn't look completely convinced.

That gave me an idea. A perfectly normal reason to knock on their door.

"Tell you what. I'll finish my coffee, then go knock on their door and see how they're doing."

Thanks, Jade. I'd been looking for an excuse to go over there, and she'd just given me one.

"Okay! I'll go get dressed. By the time you finish your coffee, I'll be ready and we can go together."

And there went my chance to go alone. I couldn't exactly object now.

"Yeah, sounds good," I said.

I finished my coffee while Jade got ready, and a little while later, we walked next door.

I knocked.

A few seconds later, Adrian opened the door.

We said hi, and Adrian let us in.

Sera was sitting on the bed, talking on her phone. When she saw us, she ended the call and came over to say hello.

Jade sat down on the bed beside her, and I took the chair nearby. Adrian grabbed the other chair and sat next to me.

We talked for a while. Sera barely joined in, though, and whenever I glanced her way, she seemed to be looking somewhere else.

Adrian, meanwhile, was talking enough for everyone. Jade laughed at his stories, and I tried to follow along.

Then Adrian started getting annoying.

"So, you two went to the pool without us today?" he asked, grinning.

"Yeah. So?"

He laughed.

"Let me guess. You wanted to practice for our next race!"

Oh, here we go again.

Adrian was annoying as hell when he got started, but the guy was funny. Jade laughed, which only encouraged him.

Then Jade suddenly turned to Adrian.

"Hey, Adrian, can I talk to you for a minute? In private?"

I figured she wanted him to ease up on the jokes.

"Yeah, of course!" Adrian said.

Jade looked at me.

"I'm gonna talk to Adrian in the other room for a minute."

"Okay."

My pulse jumped. I'd been trying to get a minute alone with Sera all morning, and now I had one. Whether Jade meant to give us that chance or not, I couldn't tell.

They went into the other room and closed the door.

I looked at Sera.

"Hey. How are you?"

She rested her hands on the edge of the bed.

"I'm good."

"What's wrong? Are you upset with me?"

She finally looked at me.

"Me? What's wrong with you? Why have you been avoiding me?"

"What? I haven't been avoiding you. You're the one who stopped talking to me."

She shook her head.

"No. I just thought you needed some time with Jade. So I gave you two some space to enjoy your vacation."

"Well, I thought you needed some time with Adrian too. That's why I left you guys alone."

She went quiet for a moment.

She looked at me again, her eyes narrowing as a subtle flash of jealousy crossed her face, as if she were talking about something that rightfully belonged to her.

"You know these walls are pretty thin, right?"

I had a pretty good idea where this was going.

"Yeah? What did you hear?"

She looked a little embarrassed.

"I wasn't trying to listen or anything. But you guys were really loud."

I couldn't help smiling a little.

"Well, we can hear you guys too. And you're pretty loud yourselves."

She stopped talking.

For a few seconds, neither of us said anything.

Then she asked quietly, "You mean that first night? Me and Adrian?"

"Yeah."

She hesitated.

"I actually did that on purpose."

I looked at her.

"What?"

"Yeah. But it wasn't really about you. It was about Jade."

"What do you mean?"

She hesitated.

"I don't know... I guess I wanted her to hear me and Adrian together. To know that I'm still happy with my husband. That I'm not trying to take you away from her."

I stared at her.

"Seriously? That's why?"

She looked down.

"I know it sounds stupid. But yeah, that's what I was thinking."

Holy fuck.

Sera was getting jealous.

And the craziest part? She didn't even seem to realize it herself.

God! This was getting complicated.

"Well, I wanted you to hear us too."

She looked confused for a second.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I did it on purpose, Sera. I wanted you to hear us."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted you to know how I felt that night. Sitting there listening to you and Adrian through that fucking wall."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to swallow them back. What kind of stupidity was that? I didn't even fully understand why I had just let her see right through me.

I didn't want her to answer. I didn't even want her to process what I’d just said.

I stood up, leaned toward Sera, and kissed her.

I'd missed her. Way more than I wanted to admit.

For a moment, I hoped that would be enough to bury the argument. Instead, Sera cupped my face in both hands and kissed me back, pulling me closer.

It had been far too long since the last time I tasted her lips. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs, and the familiar, intoxicating scent of her rushed over me.

What started as a quick, desperate attempt to silence her instantly dissolved into something deeper. Her lips parted, welcoming me in, and the moment our tongues met, my heart started pounding like crazy. It was raw, hungry, and completely consuming a passionate clash of everything we’d been holding back. The soft, breathless sound she made against my mouth, the way she pulled me even tighter as we tangled together... every single bit of her was intoxicating.

For a few seconds, the rest of the world simply vanished.

But Jade was in the next room, and here I was, completely lost in Sera. The guilt hit me almost as hard as the relief.

I finally managed to pull away, even though Sera was still holding my face, clearly not ready to let me go.

I gently took both her hands and moved back a little.

Her face was completely red.

"I missed you," she whispered. "Please don't push me away again."

I didn't know what to say. I loved Jade, and lately she'd been making me happier than I could remember. Yet here I was, unable to let go of Sera either.

Maybe I missed how easy things used to be between us. Maybe I was just looking for a way to keep both relationships exactly as they were. Whatever the excuse, the answer wasn't coming.

I kept looking into Sera's eyes, trying to figure out what to say next.

Then I noticed tears gathering in her eyes.

Fuck.

"Sera..."

She quickly looked away, blinking hard, trying not to cry.

I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn't find the words.

Then we heard footsteps outside the door.

Sera immediately wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, took a deep breath, and tried to pull herself together.

I hurried back to my chair.

A second later, the door opened.

Jade and Adrian walked back into the room.

I glanced at Sera.

She was doing her best to look normal.

But I knew she wasn't okay.

And I still had no fucking idea what she'd been about to tell me.

Adrian stood by the door, searching for something to say.

Jade, meanwhile, came straight toward me, opened her arms, and settled onto my lap, wrapping one arm around me and resting her hand on my forearm.

The second Jade settled onto my lap, the guilt hit me.

Fuck.

She wrapped her arms around me like everything was perfectly normal.

And here I was, smiling back at her, knowing what had just happened with Sera.

It wasn't just the kiss. It was the fact that Jade trusted me, and I hadn't even figured out how to tell her about it.

I put my arm around her and tried to act normal.

Across the room, Sera looked away.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

Adrian finally spoke.

"Look, man, I'm sorry if I upset you earlier. I was just..."

I knew he hadn't meant anything by it. It was Adrian. So I saved him the speech.

"Don't worry about it, man. We're good. As long as you send me that hundred bucks back."

Adrian burst out laughing.

Jade laughed too, and even Sera couldn't help joining in.

"No fucking way!" Adrian said. "That hundred dollars is a souvenir! I'm keeping it so I can remind you about it before our next race!"

"Adrian!" Jade said, giving him a look.

"Oh, right! Sorry, sorry!"

He started laughing again.

Same old Adrian.

He finally sat down beside Sera.

"So," Jade asked, "what did you guys do this morning?"

Adrian immediately started telling us about an amusement park they'd visited. Apparently, they'd had a great time.

Naturally, he had to tell the whole story, every detail.

"Oh, you have to see the pictures!"

He got up to grab his phone.

The second he came back, Jade slipped off my lap and moved over beside Sera.

Adrian pulled his chair closer to mine and started showing me pictures, explaining every little thing they'd done.

I laughed at his stories, looked at the photos, and tried to pay attention.

I was only half listening.

Jade had started telling Sera about what happened at the pool.

"Wait, you actually went topless?" Sera asked.

"Yes!" Jade said, laughing.

"Oh my God, Jade! How did you even do that?"

"I don't know! I was nervous at first, but then I just did it!"

Sera sounded genuinely amazed.

"I've been thinking about trying it too, but... I don't know. I don't think I'm ready."

"That's exactly how I felt!" Jade told her. "I kept looking around, trying to convince myself to do it."

They both laughed.

Then Jade started describing the people around the pool, and how some of the guys had been looking at her.

I barely registered the next photo. Was Jade going to mention what had happened underwater?

Adrian was still talking beside me, pointing at something on his phone.

"Look at this one, man!"

"Yeah, that's hilarious!"

I laughed without really looking. Jade moved on without mentioning anything about the water. I exhaled.

Then she started telling Sera about the couple we'd met at the pool.

The tattooed guy and his girlfriend with the purple hair.

And, of course, our plans to meet them tonight.

Sera asked a couple of questions, and Jade happily explained. Once or twice I glanced over and caught Sera looking down at her hands before joining the conversation again.

They looked like two friends chatting about their vacation. I wondered how much of what had happened earlier was still on Sera's mind. I certainly hadn't forgotten it.

We finally said goodbye to Sera and Adrian, promising we'd all hang out again tomorrow.

Jade and I went downstairs, grabbed some lunch, and headed back to our room. I was pretty tired, so I decided to take a quick nap.

I have no idea how long I'd been asleep when the room phone started ringing.

I picked up, and it was the guy we'd met at the pool.

"Hey, man! How's it going?"

"Hey! Good, good. How about you?"

"Doing great! Just wanted to check if you guys are still up for tonight."

"Yeah, absolutely!"

"Awesome! How about we meet at the hotel bar? Grab a few drinks, get to know each other a little better?"

"Sounds good, man. What time?"

We agreed on a time, chatted for another minute, and hung up.

He sounded friendly enough, but there was something a little nervous about the way he was talking.

Maybe Jade had read them correctly after all.

I went back to relaxing for a while.

A few hours later, it was time to get ready.

Jade was excited. I could tell. But she was nervous too, even though she kept trying to act completely normal.

Honestly, I wasn't much better.

She'd picked out a dress and was standing in front of the mirror, checking how it looked.

"What do you think?"

I looked at her.

"Beautiful."

"Really? Or are you just saying that?"

I laughed.

"Jade, you don't have to try so hard to look beautiful. You already are."

She smiled.

"I love it when you say that."

"Well, I mean it."

And I did.

I'd always loved the way she smiled whenever I complimented her. It was like watching her confidence grow right in front of me.

She looked at herself in the mirror one more time, adjusted her dress, and turned back to me.

"Okay. I'm ready."

"Let's go, then."

I grabbed my phone and we headed downstairs.

I didn't know what tonight was going to turn into.

But at least one thing made me feel better. Jade had already told me she wasn't ready to try anything with another couple. Not yet.

And honestly, neither was I.

We were just meeting two people we'd met at the pool. Having some drinks, getting to know them. Nothing more.

At least, that was the plan.

When we got to the bar, they were already there.

The guy looked pretty sharp. Nice shirt, well-fitted pants, tattoos showing beneath his rolled-up sleeves. He looked completely different from the guy I'd seen at the pool.

And his girlfriend?

She was beautiful.

Her purple hair was darker near the roots, falling in messy layers around her face. Thick black eyeliner made her eyes stand out, and she had a few silver rings, a thin chain around her neck, and black boots that looked pretty heavy for a night out.

Even her makeup was different from what I was used to seeing. Dark, dramatic, but somehow it all worked perfectly together.

I'd seen girls dressed like that in pictures online, but I couldn't remember ever meeting someone with that kind of style in person.

And she pulled it off really well.

We greeted each other and sat down.

Jade seemed a little shy at first, but after we ordered our drinks, she started relaxing.

We talked about the hotel, the pool, where we were from, how long we were staying. Just the usual stuff when you're meeting someone for the first time.

The guy was doing most of the talking, while his girlfriend joined in every now and then.

Jade was asking questions too, clearly enjoying herself.

There was one problem: the music was so loud I could barely hear anyone.

Every time someone asked me something, I had to lean forward.

"Sorry, what?"

And then they'd have to repeat the whole thing.

At one point Jade leaned toward me.

"What did he say?"

"I have no fucking idea!"

She burst out laughing.

Even the guy laughed when he realized what was happening.

After another few minutes of practically shouting at each other, he finally said something that made my night.

"Hey, guys, there's a quieter lounge just off the lobby. They've got some tables by the windows. Would you rather go sit there? We can actually hear each other."

Finally. Anything to get away from that noise.

"Yeah, man, that sounds great!" I said.

Jade nodded immediately.

We all grabbed our drinks, and headed toward the lounge.

It was much better there. We found a table near the windows, and for once none of us had to shout. We talked for a little longer about the hotel and our vacation, until the guy took his girlfriend's hand.

"Look, I'm not gonna beat around the bush," he said. "We've been looking for another couple to have some fun with."

He glanced at her before continuing. "We've never tried it before. We thought meeting someone new, maybe once or twice while we're here, would be easier. No complications."

Jade's guess had been right. I felt her hand close around mine under the table.

"When you say 'have some fun,'" I asked, "how far are you talking?"

"Honestly? We haven't figured that out yet. We don't have a plan or any set rules. If you're interested, we can talk through what everyone is comfortable with."

Jade spoke before I could.

"We're not completely new to this kind of thing, but I'm not ready for anybody except my boyfriend to touch me."

She squeezed my hand. That last part made me smile.

"I get that," he said. "Maybe, if everyone's comfortable, we start with all four of us in one room, each couple doing their own thing. No touching the other couple."

I looked at Jade. The suggestion was tempting, and his girlfriend was gorgeous, but the way we were laying out terms with two strangers felt almost like a business meeting. I wasn't enjoying that part.

"Okay, maybe," I said. "But can we just get to know each other first? I'd like to talk more with you guys, and you can get to know us. If we all feel good about it, maybe tomorrow. We're here for almost another week."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," he said. "No rush."

"Good. I don't want anyone feeling pressured just because we're discussing it."

"Same here, man."

The conversation eased up after that. We kept talking for a little while, without making any decisions.

Eventually, the guy looked at his girlfriend, then back at us.

"Alright, guys. I think we're gonna head back to our room. See you tomorrow at the pool?"

"Yeah, of course!" Jade said.

We said goodbye and headed back upstairs.

When we reached our room, I checked the time. We were back much earlier than I'd expected, and I wasn't sorry about it.

Jade and I sat down and started talking about the whole thing.

"So, what do you think?" I asked.

She thought for a moment.

"Well, like I said, I don't want anyone else touching me. Just you. But I wouldn't mind trying what he suggested."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, if we're just doing our own thing, what's the problem?"

I wasn't entirely sure how to answer that, leaning back slightly.

"You know, it's funny," I said with a faint smile. "It feels like ever since we got here, sex has kind of taken over our conversations. Even when we finally meet another couple, that's right where the talk goes."

Jade chuckled, completely unbothered.

"Well, to be fair, that's not all we've been doing."

"What do you mean?"

"We go out, we eat, we swim, we go to the bar, and we dance. We're having an amazing vacation."

"Yeah, but..."

"Listen," she continued easily, giving a light shrug. "You're right, we have been talking about it a lot more, and we're definitely more open. But I think it's just because it's things we've always wondered about, and now we actually have the space to explore it."

She paused.

"And now we're finally doing it. We're discovering things about ourselves. What's wrong with that?"

I stayed quiet, listening.

"Besides, we've only got a week left. Then we go back home, back to work, back to being busy all the time. Why not just enjoy ourselves while we're here?"

She had a point. We'd done plenty besides talking about sex. Still, something about how quickly everything was moving bothered me.

"Okay," I said. "But are you sure you actually want to try this?"

She nodded.

"I think so. Why don't we just try it? And if at any point either of us feels uncomfortable, we stop. Immediately. We don't lose anything."

I thought about that for a moment. Then another question came to me.

"Okay, but why them?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why those two? We already have Sera here."

Jade looked at me and shook her head gently.

"No, that’s completely different."

"Different how?"

"First of all, I'm not ready for Adrian to watch us," she said softly. "Not yet, anyway. Besides, Adrian’s real interest isn't watching me anyway. His entire focus is watching you with Sera. That’s what turns him on."

She paused.

"With this new couple, it’s completely different. We don't know them, and after a few days, we’ll never see them again. That’s why a complete pair of strangers makes so much more sense right now."

I thought about what she said for a moment. It actually made a lot of sense from her perspective.

"Ok, I get it," I said. "It makes sense."

She smiled, relieved.

"So?"

"So... let's just see what happens tomorrow."

"Okay!"

That was enough planning for one night. We'd see how we felt tomorrow.

Jade suggested we put on a movie and relax in bed for the rest of the night.

That sounded perfect. I figured I'd give my balls a break for once. They'd earned it.

Halfway through the movie, Jade fell asleep on my shoulder.

I pulled her a little closer and kissed her forehead.

God, I love this woman.

I should've been relaxed. We'd had an amazing day, and now I was lying in bed with the woman I loved.

But my fucking brain wouldn't shut up.

I kept remembering Sera's face. Those tears in her eyes right before Jade and Adrian walked back in.

What was she about to tell me?

And then there was that couple from the pool. Jade was curious about trying something new, and honestly, so was I. But we hadn't agreed to anything yet.

Tomorrow, we'd probably see Sera and Adrian again. Maybe that other couple too.

Fuck. There was a lot to figure out.

I looked down at Jade, sleeping peacefully against me, and smiled.

I kissed her forehead one more time and turned back to the movie.

Five minutes later, I realized I hadn't paid attention to a single fucking scene.

And I still had no idea what I was going to say to Sera tomorrow.

Honestly, there are a few questions I still can't find answers to.

Did I really cheat on Jade, or am I just overthinking everything?

Is Sera actually getting jealous? And does Jade know more than she's letting on?

Fuck. I don't even know what to think anymore.

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Wednesday evening. James was working late — the Whitehall variance, Tom Brewer’s edits on the third draft. She had the house to herself.

She was folding laundry when it found her.

The black lace was at the bottom of the basket, tangled with a pair of his running shorts and a fitted sheet that had come undone in the wash. She separated it, holding the bra by one strap, and the fabric was still warm from the dryer — soft, a little stretched at the clasps from years of wear. James had bought this set for their anniversary. Third year. She’d opened the box in the bedroom and laughed and put it on and watched his face change and they hadn’t made it to the restaurant.

She held the lace in both hands and the hotel was already in her body before her mind agreed to go there.

The first night. Her hotel room, the two heavy knocks, the robe dropping to the floor and her standing there in this exact bra and the matching underwear — black lace, sheer in the cups, the underwire digging into the underside of her tits because she’d gained half a cup since the anniversary and hadn’t replaced it. The way Ray’s face went slack when she dropped the robe. The jaw. The half-step backward. A man who talked his way into anything going mute because of what she looked like in a forty-dollar bra.

She folded the bra slowly, pressing the cups flat, smoothing the lace. Her fingers moved along the underwire. She could still feel the specific moment when his hands first landed on her waist — enormous, calloused, his thumbs nearly meeting across her stomach — and he told her to turn around, bend over, hold the lace aside, and she did. Presented. Ass up in a hotel room in hundred-dollar anniversary lace, the thong pulled to the side by her own fingers, and she knew what he was staring at because she’d seen herself in enough mirrors to know what that view did to a man. He went quiet behind her. Then he dragged his thumb through her so slowly she’d made a sound she didn’t know she had in her.

The matching underwear was in the basket too. She held it up. The crotch was worn thin from washing, the elastic soft, and when she pressed her fingertips to the fabric she remembered the second night — her hotel room, the condom shredding. The sound she’d made when the latex gave and she felt him bare for the first time. The fullness. The slick wet heat of skin on skin without anything between them, every ridge and vein in sharp relief, and Ray’s voice against her ear: you feel that? That’s what bare feels like. Behind them on the credenza, the laptop had been open — the standing call, the green light, James watching from the oak desk in his home office on the other end of the call. Muted. Seeing all of it through a camera she’d aimed at the bed and left running for him.

She found herself sitting on the dryer. She didn’t remember sitting down. The laundry basket was on the floor and the lace was in her lap and her thighs were pressed together and the heat between her legs was specific and liquid and her hand had drifted to her inner thigh, fingers tracing the seam of her leggings.

She let herself have it. Alone in the laundry room with the hum of the dryer beneath her and the clean-cotton smell and her husband’s running shorts on the floor beside her. She closed her eyes and the hotel gave way to something closer. Their couch. Their living room. Weeks later. Ray behind her, bare, his belly pressing warm against her lower back, his thick fingers pulling her hips onto him — and this time James was in the room. Eight feet away in the armchair. The floor lamp casting amber behind him. The wet, rhythmic sound of bare sex filling their house while her husband sat close enough to hear every sound she made, and she was saying things the hotel had put in her mouth, pressing back onto him and taking him deeper.

In the fantasy James could see everything. Her ass working — full, high, shiny where Ray’s gut had sweated against it — his thick cock disappearing between her cheeks and into her, both of Ray’s hands covering what they covered, spreading her, hauling her back. The visual her husband had jerked to. The visual she was giving herself now, alone, with his running shorts on the tile.

Her hand went under the waistband of her leggings. Two fingers. She was soaked, swollen, easy. She shoved the fabric down one hip for the angle and spread her thighs as wide as the machine allowed. James was across town and not home for hours. There was no one to hear her in her own house — and for once she didn’t bite it back. The sound she made working herself was not the bitten one. Her other hand went up under her shirt and squeezed her own tit the way his hands did — rough, thumb dragging over the nipple until it ached in time with her clit — then slid behind her, fingers pressing into the cleft, where his thumb went when he took her from behind, and the double pressure pulled a moan out of her that came back off the machines, loud, filthy, unanswered.

She fucked herself on her own hand to the memory of being fucked on that couch, ass up for one man while the other watched, fingers and palm and the heel of her hand working a rhythm that had his name on it — and she said it. Ray. Out loud, to the empty laundry room, trying the shape of it where no one could hear. When she came it was hard and long and loud, thighs locked on the dryer, her voice cracking off the tile, both hands buried in her.

She was still pulsing around her fingers when the line surfaced.

Should’ve worn that black lace for me — the anniversary one he bought you —

The memory snagged like a thread on a nail.

She opened her eyes. She was looking at the bra in her lap, the black lace, the anniversary set her husband had bought her. Her hand was still in her leggings. Wet.

The anniversary one he bought you.

The afterglow was still in her, thick and stupid, and something cold had opened alongside it, the two sensations running parallel without canceling each other, and she sat very still on the dryer and turned the sentence over.

She had snagged on it then, too. On the couch, mid-sex, his cock buried inside her — the phrase had caught and then the next thrust had driven it under and she’d lost it to the sensation and the sound of her own voice saying things she’d never said before. She’d let it go. She’d let it go because her body was full of him and her mind couldn’t hold both the pleasure and the question at the same time.

But the question was still there. It had been there since November.

How does Ray Vogler know that James bought me this set for our anniversary?

She stared at the lace in her hands. Black, sheer, the clasps stretched soft from years of wear. She had packed it for the conference the way she always packed it — a habit, a superstition, the good lingerie in case James surprised her with a visit. She had never told Ray about it. She had never described it or referenced it in any conversation at any time. Why would she tell Ray Vogler of all people? The set was private — bedroom-private, the kind of detail that existed only between her and James, not the crude pig salesman who makes remarks about her ass at work conferences.

And Ray had known. Not guessed — known. The anniversary one he bought you. Specific. Certain. He’d said it mid-sex, citing a fact he’d been given.

Given by whom.

She ran it backwards. Who knew? James. The set lived in her drawer and had never had an audience but him. She had described it to exactly one person in her life — James — in bed, in the dark, and in texts from the conference that first night, something flip and filthy about what she had on under the robe. Her husband. No one else. Which meant the only road from that fact to Ray Vogler ran through James. James had told him. James — who went shy saying the word lingerie — had sat across from that man at some point and discussed her anniversary underwear. When. Why. What else had he told him.

None of it worked. She filed it with the rest.

She set the lace down on top of the dryer. Breathed. The arousal was still in her, thick and insistent, and the cold question was in her too, and they occupied the same body without resolving, the way shame and wanting had lived in her since November without either one winning.

The cropped recording. The keyframe scar Anand had identified — someone had cut the beginning off the first video and saved the shorter version over the original. She’d mentioned it to James and watched his face go perfectly still and heard him say could be anything in a voice that was too smooth, too ready.

The two versions of the pre-Dayton call. James’s version: a courtesy call. Ray’s version, in the kitchenette: a challenge. One of you softened it.

Three facts. Different rooms, different months. But they pointed in the same direction.

She’d said it to Ray in the suite. Sat in front of him in the midnight blue silk with his hand on her thigh and said there’s something you two aren’t telling me. And he’d unzipped his pants and put his cock ten inches from her face and she’d stopped asking. Three seconds of resistance and then her mouth was on him and the question went wherever questions go when a woman drops to her knees.

She was angry about that now — angry at herself. She had let his cock answer a question she’d come upstairs to ask, and the fact that she’d enjoyed the answer didn’t make it one.

She would not ask James. James had lied about a phone call from Ray twice — two versions, two performances, each one landing slightly left of the last. He would give her a third version and it would be smoother than the first two and she’d have to decide whether to believe it or press, and pressing meant a fight, and a fight meant words leaving her mouth that she couldn’t call back, and she wasn’t ready for that. She needed to know what she was fighting about first.

She would ask Ray.

And she would not do it in a hotel room.

She picked up the laundry basket and carried it upstairs and put everything away. She set the black lace in the top drawer, beside the white cotton bras she wore to work, and closed the drawer, and went downstairs, and opened her laptop, and worked on remediation benchmarks until James came home at nine with Thai food and an apology and the easy, lying warmth that she had started to see through the way you start to see the frame behind a painting.

Wednesday night. Lights off. His weight settling the mattress as he climbed in beside her. The room smelled like toothpaste and the lavender spray she kept on the nightstand and underneath both, faintly, the laundry detergent from the sheets she’d changed that afternoon.

She waited until his breathing found its rhythm. Then she rolled toward him and put her hand on his chest — flat, warm, over his heart — and felt the thud quicken under her palm.

“Tell me about the first night,” she said.

His hand covered hers. “The hotel?”

“All of it.” Her voice went low, the half-whisper she used when she wanted him to stop thinking. “Starting with the texts.”

She felt his cock stiffen against her hip. The speed of it — instant, helpless — gave her something she could use.

She moved her hand lower. Across his stomach. Into his boxers. Freed him. Held him bare — the familiar weight, the familiar warmth, the size she knew without looking — and stroked once, root to tip, slow enough to make his hips lift.

“You texted me from the lobby bar,” she murmured against his ear. “Told me you thought about watching me. With someone else. Someone who wanted me the way other men wanted me.” Her fist tightened on the upstroke. “And then you said what about Ray.”

“Yeah.” Thick. Already gone a little.

“And I went anyway.” She kissed the hinge of his jaw. “Your good wife. Anniversary lace under a hotel robe. Opened the door for the ugliest man at the conference because her husband asked her to.” She stroked faster, wrist rotating the way he liked. “Do you remember what I looked like on my knees, James? Or only what you saw on the laptop?”

He made a sound that wasn’t an answer. She smiled against his throat.

He couldn’t see her face in the dark but he knew the expression anyway — the pleased little almost-grin she got when she was being bad on purpose, the one that made her look like the girl he’d married and not like a woman describing gagging on another man’s cock. The mismatch was the whole charge.

“His cock barely fit in my mouth.” Soft. Filthy. Fond of the effect. “I gagged on the head alone. Spit everywhere. And I kept going because I was thinking about you watching — about the man who wrote me those texts sitting at home getting hard while I ruined my mascara for Ray Vogler.” She dragged her knuckles along the underside of his shaft. “I held him against my cheek and took a picture for you. Sent it. Went back down and swallowed every drop he gave me.”

His hand found the sheet. Gripped.

“God, Jenna—”

“Mm. There you are.” She slowed. Let him throb in the quiet. Thumb resting just under the head, not moving. “Can I ask you something stupid?”

“Anything.”

She kept her voice light — bedroom teasing, the marriage’s private comedy. “How are you holding up. We only say it when we’re mocking people. Right? The sad little check-in. You’d never text me that like you meant it. Not to me.”

He huffed a breath that was almost a laugh. His cock jumped in her fist at the tone alone. “God, no. Never. That’s — that’s the joke. I’d rather die.”

“You’d rather die,” she repeated, warm, agreeing with him. Sealing it. “Because it’s corporate and empty and we’d hear it and make the face at each other.”

“Yes. Jenna — please— why are you bringing this up”

She stroked him once. Reward. Then stilled again.

“So why did you send it the morning after.”

The dark changed temperature.

“What?”

“How are you holding up today.” She said it in the flat HR register — no air quotes, no laugh — exactly the way it had landed on her phone between sessions. “Six words. No joke. No holding up in ironic little marks. Just you, checking on me, like a manager the day after you had Ray Vogler feed me his big thick cock.” Her thumb circled the head, lazy, while she waited.

His pulse hammered against her palm. She felt him thinking — the hitch, the scramble, the scramble failing.

“I was — I don’t know. Joking.”

“It didn’t seem like a joke,” she said. Not unkind. Not convinced. She kissed his mouth so he wouldn’t have to find a better lie, and when she pulled back her voice had already gone low and liquid again. “Okay.”

She didn’t ask another question.

“You should’ve seen his face when I dropped the robe,” she whispered. “Anniversary lace. The set you bought me. He went stupid. Just — staring. Then he had me turn around and bend over and hold the underwear aside so he could look.” As she said it she tipped her hips back against his thigh, a small filthy illustration in the dark, her ass pressing warm through the sheet. Her fist worked him slow. “He put his thumb on me, James. Dragged it through. I was already soaked. For him. Before he’d even taken his cock out. Do you know what my ass looks like from behind when I’m bent over like that? He does. He stared at it like he’d paid for the room just to see it.”

His hips lifted into her hand. She smiled against his throat — that sweet mouth, saying this.

“And when he did—” Soft laugh, almost sweet. “God. Two hands and I still couldn’t close my fingers. I tried to stroke him and it was a joke. So I got on my knees.” She twisted on the upstroke. “I told myself hands only. Your rules. But that cock in my face… I thought about the HR office and your arm around me after and despite that, I had to have it in my mouth.” Wet click of her fist. “The head alone stretched my lips white. I gagged. Spit ran down my chin onto my tits. And I kept taking him deeper because I wanted you to see what your wife looked like with Ray Vogler’s cock in her throat.”

“Jenna—”

“I pulled off long enough to take the picture.” Her thumb smeared pre-come over the head. “Held him against my cheek. Looked up at the camera. Sent it to you with spit on my mouth and my mascara already fucked. Then I put him back on my tongue and I didn’t stop until he came. I swallowed, James. All of it. Licked him clean after without being asked.”

She kissed the corner of his mouth. Stroked faster.

“Night two was worse. Or better. I can’t tell anymore.” Her voice dropped. “I rode him with the condom on and it barely reached halfway — stretched so thin I could see the vein through it — and then he had me on my hands and knees and it tore. Right at the base. I felt it give. And then he was bare inside me.” She squeezed him on the word. “Nothing. No latex. Just his cock, thick and hot, every ridge, every pulse, pushing into places you’d never touched. I said I can feel every part of you into the mattress and I meant it. I came on him bare. More than once. Loud. With the laptop pointed at the bed so you wouldn’t miss any of it.”

“I looked at the camera when I came,” she whispered. “Found the green light. Said yes to it. To you. Did you see me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Faster now. Her fist slick. “I was full of him and I was looking at you. Is that fucked up? Or is that what you wanted?”

“Both—” Broken. “Both. Fuck—”

She did not put her mouth on him. Her hand, her voice, her tits pressed to his arm, the wet click of her fist on every downstroke — and she kept her mouth above his waist on purpose, and she knew he noticed, and she did not fix it.

“Come for me,” she said against his ear. “Come thinking about your wife on her knees in that lace. Come thinking about how wet I got for a man I hated because you asked.”

He came hard — back off the mattress, a thin furious sound, pulsing in her fist while she milked him through it and kissed his forehead like nothing in the dark had shifted.

She wiped her hand on the sheet between them. Rolled onto her back.

“I love you,” she said. Simple. True.

“I love you.”

She fell asleep first. She always did.

James lay awake.

You’d rather die. His own voice. Sealed. And then six words he had never typed in his life sitting in the dark where she’d put them, and he had scrambled like a vendor with a variance he couldn’t explain.

She’d known something. Or she was close. She’d built the little trap the way she built a reconciliation — agree to the rule, then show the break — and he’d walked into it with his cock in her hand and come anyway.

Ray had told him at the bar. She’s pulling threads. And now he could feel the pulling — specific, methodical, one joke from their marriage used like a key.

The conclusion Ray had planted at the benefit: going cold now gives her something to notice. Stay warm. Stay in front of her.

James lay in the dark and adopted the logic of the man who was fucking his wife. He told himself it was the smart play. The only play. That telling her everything now would look like panic instead of honesty. That every day he’d kept the secret had made the secret larger, and the larger it got the more it would destroy her if he cracked it open. He was protecting her. He was being strategic.

He was being a coward wearing someone else’s reasoning and he knew it. Knowing didn’t help. It just sat in the dark alongside holding up and the sound of his own voice saying I’d rather die.

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Part 1

I was late getting out of work on the Second night of Samantha's stay, so I picked up take out on the way home. As soon as I opened the front door I could hear the sounds that I first heard last night, those sexual sounds Samantha had pulled out of my girlfriend Anna. I walked towards the moaning to find the pair of them in the kitchen.

The sight I was greeted with was my girlfriend naked between Samantha's legs, licking her pussy, all the while sliding up and down on a suction dildo that was stuck to the floor which had a pool of her juices collecting around the base of the dildo.

"Quiet slut," Samantha commanded and Anna's moans which filled the kitchen were gone. "Evening cuck, we got bored waiting for you, after we caught up," she pointed to the empty mugs and the half eaten packet of biscuits. So I got my slut to entertain me"

My eyes flicked down to Anna who was still licking Samantha's pussy as she slid up and down the dildo, just silently now. I cleared my throat, "I have take out," I said holding up the warm bag of food. "Great, we have left out your outfit for tonight on the bed in the spare bedroom, go get changed then we'll eat" Samantha told me in a tone that I knew not to protest about.

On the bed I found a pink silk camisole and matching french knickers. I stood and looked at them for the longest moment; had things really moved this fast? Could I call a stop to this? Could I refuse? Did I really want it to stop? Anna and I had done some crazy stuff together and ticked off a lot of our fantasies. But after the events of last night and despite any insecurities I had, there was no denying that last night had been a big turn on for me, I felt there was no other choice, so I got changed and went back to the kitchen.

Samantha and Anna were exactly where I had left them, the difference was there was a bigger pool of Anna's juices on the kitchen floor now. Dinner was a little surreal. I sat opposite Samantha and Anna separated by different pots of Thai food and rice.

Anna was naked except for a collar around her neck and she would only speak when Samantha asked her something directly, I had never seen Anna this submissive. Otherwise Samantha and I talked about our day, she talked about the different break out sessions she had attended and I talked about the project I was working on. All the while I wore this pink silk lingerie and Samantha's hand never left Anna's thigh like it was the most normal thing.

I suddenly got brave and asked Samantha a question that I needed to know the answer to, "Were you two this serious into this dynamic at University?" Samantha didn't answer straight away like she was considering how much she was going to disclose. Finally she answered, "It was mainly a bedroom Dom, sub thing, because we both lived in shared accommodation. But here it is different."

"What do you mean 'mainly'? And how is it different here?" Part of me didn't want to know the answers but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. Anna looked at Samantha and a slew of emotions crossed Anna's face for the briefest moment.

"Mainly, because we went to a couple of dungeons but otherwise it was just in each other's room, while we were at university," in a tone which was somewhere between nonchalant and dismissive. "As for here, (she paused) well it's just us three, there is no need to hide anything and keep it in the bedroom. Plus now I get two subs to play with," although she was stating facts there was a definite smirk to her tone.

Is that what I am to you, a sub? I ask.

"Well, you are more of a cuck, aren't you, but let me see how you perform and behave this week, and I will review your position before I leave." Samantha told me.

I felt myself blush as I felt a mixture of shame, embarrassment and arousal washing over my face and then my body followed. Samantha didn't say anything she didn't need to, her expression said everything, which said I already have the measure of you. Anna looked at me for the longest moment then she looked at Samantha as if she was asking permission to speak. Samantha nodded. "Ryan, I know this is a lot to take in but I think it will be good for both of us, I just ask for you to trust us, Cucky," Anna said before she slipped back into being Samantha's submissive slut.

"Cuck, clean this up then join us in the bedroom," Samantha gestured at the table. As I finished cleaning up I started to hear Anna's muffled moans coming from the bedroom and I hoped that I would be joining in tonight's fun as I walked towards the bedroom.

I entered the bedroom to find Anna gagged, blindfolded, her ankles separated and tied to the bottom of the bed and her wrists tied together. She was rocking back and forth on the same dildo as last night that was strapped to Samantha. Samantha just stood there and watched with great delight as Anna fucked herself on the dildo.

"Cuck, come kneel by my slut," Samantha instructed me. I knelt by Anna's feet, which gave me a good position to see and hear how wet she was.

"As I have the biggest cock in this apartment, it doesn't seem right that either of you should call me Mistress. Isn't that right slut?" Samantha said.

"Mmhhgghoo," said Anna which I took meant that she agreed.

"Good, from now on you both can call me Daddy," Samantha told us

"Geess Gagggee," Anna responded immediately.

"Well Cuck?" Enquired Samantha.

I was going to protest, going to say no but I could feel my cock straining against its cage as I knelt there by Anna's knees and that's when any defiance left my body, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good cuck," as the words left Samantha's mouth she began to brutally fuck Anna. It doesn't take many thrusts before Anna is begging through the gag. With practice ease, Samantha unbuckles the gag with one hand.

"Please Daddy can I cum?" Begs Anna as soon as the gag is out of her mouth.

"Yes, my slut," Samantha granted. Samantha didn't stop, she kept thrusting through Anna's orgasm, kept pounding until Anna's next orgasm had her begging Daddy for her next release.

Samantha looked down at me, when she saw the evidence of my submission and arousal, she ordered me up on to the bed and kneel in front of my girlfriend. As I got in position, I saw what Samantha had seen, that dark wet patch on the front of my french knickers. The evidence of my arousal, my body had shown Daddy how aroused I was as I leaked precum into the knickers.

"Slut look at your cuck, he is so aroused," Daddy gloated.

Anna raised her head and giggled. "Is my little walnut leaking because my Cucky loves to watch Daddy wreck her slut?" Anna teased me. I felt the guilt, the shame and submission twisted into a big knot inside me but what was even stronger was the arousal.

As the wet filthy sounds of Anna's pussy became louder and dirtier, I couldn't look away, I was paralysed by my own arousal. I just stared at her beautiful face as orgasm after orgasm crashed over her body. I saw so many different emotions cross her face, hunger, desperation, joy, pleasure, desire, lust, and even love for me but never guilt.

Just before her last orgasm Anna grabbed my caged cock and said, "Thank you so much for trusting me and for this week. I love you so much but Daddy's cock does things you never can." In that moment I felt the contradiction hit me hard, on the one hand the love between us was stronger but at the same time Samantha had wrecked Anna in ways I had never achieved.

Anna's last orgasm hit hard and it pulled me out of my head as she collapsed on to me. She clung to me like I was her rock and she needed me to ground her. Barely above a whisper she repeated thank you, I love you over and over.

Samantha untied Anna and between us we helped her up on to our bed. It was then Daddy turned her attention to me. "Clean Daddy's cock," she said as she positioned it in front of my face. Sucking cock had never been a fantasy of mine and honestly that huge dildo looked intimidating. But I had seen enough porn to give it my best shot at cleaning it, I kissed, licked and sucked the way I thought Daddy wanted to see. I managed to get half of it down my throat before gagging.

I had a new found respect for Anna how she had swallowed it so easily the night before and I think Samantha was impressed with my effort if not my technique. "Good cuck," she purred close to my ear. "You did such a good job, I have an extra treat for you." She looked in the direction of the kitchen and with a smirk she said, "That dildo is still on the floor, clean it with that tongue of yours and don't forget the floor. Then you can get some sleep in the spare bedroom."

As I knelt on the floor licking and sucking the dildo clean, voices, giggles, and moans started to come from our bedroom. From what I could make out Anna was now pleasing Samantha and it was her moans I could hear. As I cleaned up Anna's juices I started to think about the past two days, I realised I still hadn't seen Samantha orgasm and I had barely seen her in any type of intimate way and that made my cock strain against my cage. Although there hadn't been any talk about orgasm control or denial, I was starting to feel pretty pent up.

Which led me on to the question; where was the key to my cage, The last time I saw it was when Anna locked me up before Samantha's arrival, had Anna put it away somewhere safe? She wasn't wearing it, I could barely think about the other possibility, had she given it to Samantha? If that was the case would I ever be unlocked again? Would I ever get to cum again?

The past two days had surpassed any porn I had watched and I couldn't even imagine what the rest of the week had in store for the three of us.

My wife, T(38f) and I(35m)have been together for seven years and were close friends before dating. She had come into the relationship knowing about my cuckold fantasy and was more than happy to oblige. She’s a bit of a slut and very hot. Slim and short with perky tits and a big, firm ass that frames her pussy perfectly from behind.

One night a few years before getting married, we had our friend Ryan over. At the time, Ryan had been selling coke and we had been doing said coke pretty regularly with him while he used our place as a quasi home base.

Ryan and I had double teamed a girl in college, so we were comfortable, and I was aware he was packing some heat.

We were all pretty fucked up by the end of the night and had all been pretty flirty and reckless. I had dared T to put on some lingerie and use her vibrator in front of us. She happily obliged and put on quite a show while she rubbed her clit and used her other hand to finger her asshole (she loves this, Ryan would take significant advantage later).

After that I had begun to crash out and needed sleep. We went outside of a cigarette and Ryan had pulled him into her lap when she tried to sit down in mine. She still had her lingerie on and I heard him start to finger her. She moaned while trying to smoke and then let out a yelp. He had put her finger in her ass while we were outside. Luckily it was dark and the neighbors couldn’t see. I moved my chair so I was facing them and watched her grind all over his hands as one was in her ass and another rubbing her pussy.

He pulled out his cock and she started to stroke it and that was when I stopped them. I didn’t like how cocky Ryan was being so I told him to go to bed and I was going to fuck my girlfriend on the couch. He went upstairs and T sat on my semi hard cock and rode me. She was soaking wet and started whispering in my ear how she could get Ryan to fuck me and she wanted him too since he had a bigger cock. I was semi hard and tired so finally I relented and said “if you think he will go try”.

She sprang off of me and practically ran upstairs. I stayed in the couch touching myself and dozed off. I woke up about an hour later and T wasn’t around and I could faintly hear moaning from upstairs. I immediately became rock hard and crept to the stairwell. I could now clearly hear her getting the hell fucked out of her and she was loving it. Screaming and asking for that big cock. Begging for cum. Asking him if he liked her pussy (Ofcourse he was screaming yes).

I was pretty shocked - but hard- so I stood at the bottom of the stairs and jerked off. I came while she was screaming and there were some very wet sounds. I shamefully crept back to the couch and waited up. About fifteen minutes later she came walking around the corner naked and sweaty, with a bright red face from cumming.

My cock was immediately hard again and she sat on my lap and slid it in. Sloppy seconds feels unreal and I was in heaven. I smacked her ass and hit all his cum with an embarrassing squelch. That was pretty demeaning and she laughed at me when I said “ewwww”. She told me how good it was the whole time she fucked me and I came very hard in her pussy.

After I cleaned up she stayed naked and said she was going to sleep with Ryan tonight. I let her go up. But after 20 minutes I got a little jealous and went upstairs to get her. I turned the light on in the spare room and she was under the blankets bobbing up and down. I ripped them off and saw her sucking his huge dick.

I told her to stop and she was sleeping in our bed tonight and luckily she sheepishly obliged. We fucked one more time at the bottom of the stairs before going to bed and then had a fairly awkward morning when we all woke up a few hours later feeling like shit.

Fun times in my opinion. We are still together and have done a lot more. I’m really lucky to have such a great wife. Hope you enjoyed!

Edit: sorry for the mistakes, on mobile

Mistress's lover was coming tonight and it was my responsibility to make sure that the house was tidy and to prepare food for Mistress and her lover. I had been working non-stop for the last 3 hours for the same. I was in the kitchen preparing food when I heard Mistress calling my name. I immediately dropped what I was doing and rushed to the bedroom. Once there, I noticed that Mistress was in the bathroom so I walked in there and found Mistress standing next to the sink.

She was wearing the lingerie which I gifted her. It was her favorite. She was getting ready for her lover. I briefly looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was completely naked apart from wearing my micro chastity cage and my dog collar. My body was completely hairless. Mistress likes to keep me that way (hairless body, completely naked apart from micro chastity cage, dog collar and a butt plug) during those days when her lover visits us. That thought immediately reminded me of the butt plug. I wasn't sure if I was wearing my butt plug or not. I clenched my butt hole muscles and I felt it. I am so used to wearing the butt plug now that I don't even feel their presence anymore. As soon as I felt its presence, I felt relieved because if Mistress would have found out, I would have been punished badly. She looked at me through her reflection in the mirror and signaled me to come closer. Once close to her, I knelt next to her and waited for her. After a few moments, she looked at me and without warning, she slapped me hard and questioned, "What took you so long?"

I opened my mouth to reply but before I could say something, she slapped me again saying, "I don't have time for your excuses today. I am running late. Come closer. I need to relieve myself."

I knew what that meant. I positioned myself in front of her, opened my mouth to accept for what was about to come and looked directly into her eyes. As soon as I looked into her eyes, she started peeing in my mouth. That's how she likes it. She wants me to look into her eyes while gulping down her urine down my mouth. It gives her this power surge and that turns her on. It has the same effect on me. I feel more humiliated gulping down her urine down my throat while looking at her smirking down at me. That humiliation and her getting turned on turns me on. We both enjoy this act. I drank all of it without spilling any of it on the floor. This is a skill I have learnt over time with some harsh punishments from Mistress for failing to consume her urine without spilling it on the floor.

Even though I enjoyed the act, I didn't like the end result initially. I wasn't used to the taste of the urine in my mouth. No one is, I guess. And I used to drink something immediately to get rid of that taste from my mouth but after a while, Mistress restrained me from doing that. She wanted me to keep that taste lingering in my mouth longer. It wasn't fun in the beginning but over the period of time, I got used to it. And I prefer it now as well. It constantly reminds me of my status as her slave and I like that. Once she was done using me as her urinal, she ruffled my hair, called me a good boy and told me to leave. As expected, I kissed her feet, thanked her for giving me the opportunity to consume her golden nectar and went back to the kitchen to resume preparing the food for both of them with the taste of her urine in my mouth.

Mistress always acts a bit more sadistic on those days when one of her lovers visits us. She also makes sure to humiliate me as much as possible in front of them. It turns her on like anything and it turns me on when I see her turned on. I love her like crazy. I get into a deep submissive mindset when she humiliates me but it gets tricky in front of her partners sometimes but being her cuck and slave, I have no choice but to go through it all for her pleasure.

When she told me about one of her lovers visiting this morning, I spent almost 2 hours then completely removing all the body hair. I wondered which one of her lovers was visiting but I couldn't ask.

After an hour or so, Mistress came outside of the bedroom. She looked stunning in the red dress. My heart skipped a beat looking at her and my cock tried to stiffen in its micro cage but there was no room left. I wanted to say something to compliment her but I wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to. She noticed me looking at her and ordered me to hurry up with the preparations as her lover would be here soon. I replied, "Yes Mistress" and got back to work.

She sat down on the couch and got herself busy on her phone while I was finishing the food preparations for her and her lover. Once everything was ready, I went to her and knelt next to her. She looked at me and asked me if everything was ready. I replied, "Yes Mistress, everything is ready for you and your lover."

She smiled, ruffled my hair and asked me, "Do you know what is expected of you today?"

I replied, "Yes Mistress."

She ordered, "Say it."

I gulped and said, "I am supposed to be on my best behavior in front of both of you. I am supposed to immediately comply with any command you give me without hesitation no matter how humiliating it might be. If I disappoint you in any way tonight, I will be severely punished and you will postpone my next orgasm by at least a week."

She smiled and ruffled my hair. Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. Her lover was here. She went to the door to answer and I followed her. At the door, she ordered me to kneel right next to her.

When Mistress opened the door, it was Mike standing there. I was kind of relieved to know it was him. He is a nice guy. I like him. But that meant I would have to go through a lot of humiliation because Mistress knew that Mike was always nice to me so Mistress would make sure to humiliate me as much as possible. Mistress stepped into his arms and both exchanged a passionate kiss. Seeing them kiss each other with such a passion caused my cock in my chastity to twitch. Mistress then ordered me to greet her lover. I knew what was expected of me. I crawled towards him, knelt in front of him, and greeted him, "Good evening Sir! I hope you are doing great. May I take your shoes off please?"

He nodded and offered his right shoe. I unlaced the shoe and took it off and then he offered the left one and I took that off as well. As soon as I placed both of his shoes in the shoe racket, Mistress ruffled my hair, looked at Mike and said, "Isn't he a good boy?"

Mike smiled and nodded saying, "Indeed".

Mistress ordered me to get them the drinks. I went to the kitchen to get their drinks and they both got comfortable on the couch. Few minutes later, I went to the living room with their drinks and some snacks. After that, I went back to the kitchen to arrange the food on the dining table for them.

Once I arranged the food for both of them on the dining table, I let them know. Once they sat down on the dining table, I served them the food. Once done, I knelt on the floor next to the Mistress. They both enjoyed the meal and chatted with each other completely ignoring me except for the few times when Mistress asked me to refill their glasses or serve them food. Once both of them finished, Mistress ordered me to bring my dog bowl. She poured the leftovers from her plate and Mike's plate into my dog bowl for me to eat. She ordered me to eat on the floor and then to clean up everything from the dining area. They stayed there for a while chatting and then went back to the living room while I ate from my dog bowl.

Once I ate and cleaned up everything there, I went to the living room and knelt next to the Mistress. She ruffled my hair and asked me if I enjoyed the leftover food from the dog bowl to humiliate me. I nodded and replied, "Yes Mistress."

They kept on chatting for a while there on the couch and after sometime, Mike mentioned that he needed to pee and he got up to go to the bathroom but Mistress offered him to use me instead. I immediately gulped. He wasn't sure but Mistress insisted.

I knew what was expected of me. He stood up and I knelt in front of him. As soon as I was about to unzip his pants, Mistress slapped me saying, "Don't you think you need to ask for Mike's permission first, cuckie?"

I apologized and asked for his permission. He nodded saying, "You may."

I unzipped his pants and took his penis out gently. Then I opened my mouth and gently placed the tip of the penis on my tongue and wrapped my lips around the shaft. Then I looked at him in a way to kind of give him a signal. He understood and started peeing in my mouth slowly. I immediately started gulping it down my throat. Looking at me like this and gulping down Mike's pee turned Mistress on. She bit her lips looking at me. Mike peed very slowly probably to make sure that I didn't spill anything and I thanked him through my eyes for it because if I would have spilled even a drop, Mistress would have punished me harshly for it. He understood my message because he nodded back at me. He knows how harsh Mistress can be with me if I make a mistake. He has witnessed it once or twice in the past. He probably didn't want me to be punished that severely either so he helped me as much as he could. Once he finished peeing, he zipped his pants and sat next to the Mistress again.

This whole act got Mistress turned on and she kissed Mike passionately as soon as he sat down next to her. Mike got his hand on Mistress's soft and perfect breasts. Mistress started moaning loudly. While they were making out on the couch, Mistress instructed me suck her toes. I started to suck on her toes while looking at them. Seeing Mistress turned on like this turned me on too. My cock started stiffening like crazy in my chastity cage and I started leaking precum. I started sucking on her toe passionately and Mistress noticed that. She looked at me briefly and forced her foot inside my mouth.

After a while, both stopped for a moment to take their love making act to the bedroom and Mistress noticed the puddle my precum made. She chuckled and ordered me to lick it all up and then follow them to the bedroom. Saying this, they both left and I licked my precum off the floor and followed them to the bedroom.

When I entered the bedroom, I found both of them passionately kissing each other while struggling to take their clothes off. I got so horny seeing Mistress so turned on. I wish I could get to have an orgasm; even a ruined orgasm would have been a blessing at that time but my poor cock wasn't even allowed to get erect. I was sure that if she would have given me permission to cum, I would have without even doing anything. I was so much on the edge but I wasn't allowed to and I wasn't even allowed to ask for it. I simply looked at my poor locked cock fighting like crazy to get any room inside that micro cage, sighed and went close to the bed and knelt there while watching them making love to each other. Once both of them undressed themselves, Mistress ordered me to suck Mike's cock to fluff him. He was already rock hard. There was no need to fluff him. Mistress just wanted to humiliate me by making me suck his cock. He came closer to me and I positioned myself to take his big cock in my mouth.

As soon as I tried to take his cock in my mouth, I got a hard slap again and understood immediately what was expected of me. I looked at Mike from my kneeling position and asked, "May I please suck your cock, Sir?"

He nodded. As soon as I took his cock in my hand to take it in my mouth, Mistress said, "Look at his cock, cuckie. This is a superior cock. That's why it is free and can do whatever it wants. Is your cock free, cuckie?"

I felt so humiliated at this question. My face blushed with humiliation at that point. I gulped and shook my head in no. I couldn't say anything. Mistress wasn't done with me. She chuckled and ordered me to say it. I took a second to gather myself and looked at her while saying, "No Mistress. My cock isn't free. My cock is locked in a micro chastity cage"

Mistress continued, "Look at it carefully. It is going to be inside me shortly after you fluff him. And yours isn't even allowed to get hard. Is that right, cuck?" Saying this, she got so turned on that she started playing with herself.

I replied, "Yes Mistress."

Mistress then grabbed my head by my hair and pushed me onto his cock while moaning in pleasure. Her moans were music to my ears. I got so turned on that I started sucking on Mike's cock passionately. Mistress noticed that and While I was sucking Mike's cock, Mistress grabbed handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. She then started caning me from behind while I was trying to suck Mike's cock. I came out of my horny state immediately. My attention diverted but Mistress warned me, "Don't you dare stop sucking his cock, bitch."

Even though she caned me gently, it still was difficult to focus on sucking Mike's cock with constant strikes from the cane but I tried my best to ignore the pain and focus only on sucking Mike's cock. Thankfully, Mistress stopped caning me shortly after. By then, I was panting. Before I could sigh in relief, she asked Mike to fuck my face. I didn't even get enough time to prepare for it. Mike took my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth. While Mike was fucking me, I started making gargling noises. Tears were running from my eyes and I was gagging constantly. I so badly wanted to make it stop but with my hands cuffed behind my back, I couldn't do anything about it. I was literally at their mercy. I knew that my throat was going to burn later but moans from my Mistress were worth it. As soon as I heard her moaning and playing with herself watching me being facefucked like that, it turned me on again.

She then stopped Mike and grabbed him to the bed to continue there. I was left there on my knees with tears in my eyes, saliva all over my face and my hands cuffed behind my back.

Mistress asked Mike to fuck her as she was turned on so much that she couldn't take it any longer. Mike put on the condom and both got down on the bed. Mike placed his cock on Mistress's pussy and gently pushed inside her. She left a loud moan as his cock stretched her out. Mistress wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close for a long, slow kiss. I was mesmerized seeing my Mistress in such passion. Mistress asked him to fuck her harder and he started fucking her aggressively and passionately. I started leaking precum again watching them fucking like this. Shortly, Mistress started moaning louder. I knew she was close. Shortly, Mistress started screaming, "I am cumming! I am cumming! Fuck!"

I watched her as the orgasm seemed to run through her body. Her legs relaxed and fell to the bed. Shortly Mike came as well and he left a loud groan and fell gently in her arms. They stayed on the bed in each other's arms for a short while. I so badly wanted to feel the same and have an orgasm too but there I was on my knees with my hands cuffed and my cock in a chastity cage. It had been more than a month since my last orgasm. My cock was throbbing like crazy in that stupid cage but the poor guy couldn't find any room so all it could do was to leak. I knew better not to even give a slight hint about me desiring an orgasm. It wouldn't have gone well at all for me. So, I simply sighed and just enjoyed the view in front of me.

Mistress got up slowly to look at me. She slowly removed the condom from Mike's cock and signaled me to come closer. I walked to her slowly on my knees making sure I didn't fall in the process as my hands were still cuffed behind my back. She showed me the cum filled condom and humiliated me saying, "I got your favorite treat here, cuck. I bet you are dying to eat it. Aren't you?" and smirked while saying it.

Normally, I hate the taste of the cum. It disgusts me but it wasn't a normal situation. I was turned on like crazy and in a deep submissive state. In this state, she can make me do almost anything and I would enjoy doing it so I immediately replied, "Yes, Mistress." and nodded as well.

She then brought that cum filled condom close to my mouth. As soon as I opened my mouth, she poured most of the contents from the condom in my mouth and I gulped it down immediately. She took the rest of the cum in her hands, grabbed my hair with her other hand and smeared it all over my face. She then went back in Mike's arms leaving me there on the side of the bed with hands cuffed behind my back, on my knees and cum smeared on my face.

They both passionately kissed and cuddled while I watched them on my knees next to the side of the bed. After a while, Mistress got up from the bed and brought my leash. She locked it with a padlock to my dog collar which I was wearing, thought for a second before looking at Mike and said, "You know what? Let's take a family pic. Shall we?"

Mike looked at Mistress confused and so did I. Mike replied, "What do you mean?"

Mistress uncuffed my hands and said, "I have an idea. Cuckie, bring out the camera which works with the remote control."

I got up and brought the camera and looked at her. She signaled me to set up the camera one the table and give her the remote control. I did as she told me to do. She then asked Mike to join her and stand next to her. He asked, "Like this? Naked?"

Mistress replied, "Of course, darling. That's the whole point. All 3 of us in our true roles. And this is for private collection only."

Mistress then looked at me and ordered, "Cuckie, come here in between us and kneel."

It wasn't going to end well for me. I gulped and did as she told me. I knelt in between them facing the camera. She took my leash in her hand and ordered me, "Cuck, take Mike's cock in your mouth but don't move from your position while doing so."

I looked at her with pleading eyes to not to make me do that but she slapped me hard saying, "Don't make me say it again, bitch."

I relented and faced towards Mike, grabbed his penis in my hand and took it in my mouth. She then said to Mike, "Smile."

And then, there was a flash. Then she shared a kiss with Mike. I couldn't see them as I was busy keeping Mike's cock in my mouth but I could hear them and there was another flash. After that, she grabbed me by my hair, pulled me away from his cock and told me to bring her the camera. I got up and brought the camera to her. She looked at the pics with Mike and they both liked the second pic better in which they were kissing. I didn't get the luxury to give my opinions on the pics or even look at the pictures for that matter. She deleted the first one and transferred the second pic to her phone.

She then kept the camera away and tugged on my leash while saying, "Time for bed, puppy. Get up and follow me."

I got up and followed her outside of the bedroom. She dragged me to one corner of the living room which she calls "Puppy corner". There, she made me kneel on the floor and locked the other end of the leash to the hook which I installed there a few months ago at her orders with a padlock. I was locked there. I couldn't free myself from there even if I wanted to. She then brought my dog bowl there, placed it next to me and said, "If you need to relieve yourself at any point, use it. Do you understand, puppy?

I nodded immediately and replied, "Yes Mistress, your puppy understands."

She smiled at this, ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead. She said, "You did splendidly today. I am so happy. I know you are almost on the verge of having an orgasm but we can't allow that. Can we?"

I replied, "No Mistress."

She smiled and said, "That's a good puppy but you deserve a treat. Now, I know the answer to this but still would like to hear from you. Would you prefer to sleep with Mike's cum's taste in your mouth or would you like to have my golden nectar's taste?"

I immediately replied, "I would always prefer your golden nectar, Mistress." Saying this, I positioned myself close to her.

She smiled, came closer and said, "Open your mouth, bitch." While saying this, she grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head close.

As soon as I positioned myself properly and looked into her eyes, she started peeing in my mouth. I gulped it down my throat without spilling any of it. She had that smile on her face while looking down at me. That smile is one of the reasons I go through all of this.

Once done, she pulled my head away, kissed my forehead and said, "Good night, my boy. Sleep well."

She was about to leave but then said, "I have one more treat for you, my boy. You have pleased me so much today. I think you deserve one more treat. Do you want another treat? Don't you?"

I immediately nodded. She smiled, switched on the TV which I could see from my puppy corner and she did something on her phone. Few moments later, the pic which Mistress took in the bedroom a few minutes ago displayed on the TV screen. Mistress and Mike were standing kissing each other passionately. There I was on my knees in between them with Mike's cock in my mouth. Mistress was holding my dog leash in one hand and was giving the Goddess vibes in the pic. My cock twitched again looking at the pic.

Mistress then looked at me and said, "Look cuckie? This is where you belong on your knees with my lover's cock in your mouth. Isn't that right?"

I blushed hearing that. My cock twitched so hard. Mistress noticed that, chuckled and further humiliated me saying, "Aww.. such a cute cuckie. You know your place so well, my boy. I adore that."

I blushed even more hearing her. Before I could say anything, she ruffled my hair and said, "Go to sleep now, my boy."

I wished her good night as well. She switched off the TV and went back to the bedroom to be with Mike. I slowly laid down on the mattress there on the ground, positioning myself close enough to the hook on the ground to which my leash was locked so that I wasn't tugging it. I wondered what my Mistress and Mike would have been doing in the bedroom while I was lying here in the living room locked in the corner. After a while, I drifted off to sleep.