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He’s got me bent over and open, fucking me deep and hard while my husband stands there recording every second. I can hear the camera and the wet sound of that thick cock slamming into me at the same time. Every time I moan a little louder, I know it’s for the video… and for the fact that my husband is right there capturing how easily I take another man’s dick. He keeps filming like the good cuck he is, and I keep getting used exactly how I like it.

I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. There’s something about older guys with bigger cocks that just does it for me in a way he never has. I imagine coming home and telling him where I’ve been, watching his face while I describe it.

I want him to stay and listen even when it hurts a little.

I don’t want to keep hiding it forever. I want him to eventually know and still stay, maybe even start encouraging it. The idea of him becoming my cuck makes me feel guilty and incredibly turned on at the same time. I think about it more than I should.

I keep thinking about having a boyfriend who knows I’m going to sleep with other guys and actually gets off on it. I want to come home and tell him everything while he’s still hard from thinking about it. The idea of him staying soft and patient while I get fucked better by someone else makes me really wet.

I don’t want to hide it or feel guilty. I want it to be open and dirty and normal between us. I want him to encourage it sometimes and just accept it other times. I’m tired of pretending I only want one person. This is the kind of relationship that actually feels right in my head.

He had me bent over the arm of the couch and just kept going. I lost count after a while. He’d pull out, flip me, put me on my back, then back over the couch again. My legs were shaking and I was so wet it was dripping down my thighs but he didn’t stop. I could hear myself moaning loud enough that I was glad the windows were closed. Every time I thought he was getting close he’d just slow down and keep fucking me.

Then he finally let my husband have a turn. Cucky was already leaking before he even got in. He lasted maybe two minutes of sloppy seconds, came, and then just sat there looking at me. I still had my bull’s cum running out of me and I couldn’t even pretend I was satisfied. I just looked at him and asked if that’s really all he can do. I don’t know if that’s normal for you little cuckies or if mine is just extra pathetic.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll be on my back or on all fours and I’ll just stare down between my legs while he’s fucking me, watching that thick dick disappear inside me over and over. My husband is usually sitting right there or standing by the bed and I can feel him watching too, but I can’t look away from how it looks going in. It makes me so wet I can hear it every time he pushes back in.

Sometimes I reach down and spread myself so I can see it even better. I start moaning louder just from the view, telling him how good it looks, how full I feel. I don’t even care that it’s his best friend anymore — I just want him to keep going so I can keep watching it happen.

He keeps saying we should wait and be careful, but I don’t really care. When he’s close I just wrap my legs around him and don’t let him pull out. He always looks a little shocked after, but he still finishes deep in me every time.

I know it’s soon and we’re not even that serious yet, but I like the way it feels too much to stop. He’ll get used to it.

At first I tried just going more often, but it got to the point where I couldn’t trust myself between bathroom trips. Now I just stay padded. There’s something strangely calming about knowing I can just let go whenever the urge hits, and the diaper will take care of it. I’ve stopped fighting it.

From the moment we said “I do,” it was already decided. She would never belong only to me. On our wedding night I watched another man take her first as my wife, and every night since has followed the same rule. I hold her hand while she gets fucked, clean her up afterward, and thank him when he’s done. Our marriage didn’t slowly become this it started this way, and neither of us has ever wanted it any other way.