u/deepulove

We’d been in Bali for a few days when my girlfriend, P, decided to push my buttons. She’s petite, fair-skinned, with a tight little body and perky tits that look incredible in anything tight. She knows I’m a cuckold at heart secure in our relationship but deeply turned on by the idea of her being desired and used by other men. She doesn’t pity me for it. She loves teasing and feeding that side of me.

That night we went to a luxurious beachside bar known for its nightlife. She wore a short, tight white dress that hugged her curves and barely covered her ass. No bra. The moment we walked in, heads turned. A big group of white guys in their early 30s were celebrating a bachelor party. The groom-to-be was loud and charismatic, surrounded by his friends all tall, athletic, covered in tattoos (snakes and devils standing out).

They noticed P immediately. She played it perfectly innocent glances, small smiles, flipping her hair. She walked up to the bar counter, leaned forward, and let her breasts press against the edge while ordering. Within minutes, compliments started flying. One guy told her she had the sexiest figure in the entire place. Two others offered her drinks a dirty white martini. Then the bachelor himself stepped up with a cocky grin.

“I’ll buy you a whole bottle of 1863 champagne if you show us how you move on the dance floor.”

P looked straight at me, gave me that wicked little signal we had, and I felt my stomach drop. All four of them glanced at me too. In that moment, they knew exactly what I was.

She took the floor like she owned it. The music was loud, pulsing. She started twerking something she’d never done so shamelessly in front of me before. Her ass bounced and shook in that tiny white dress. I felt a rush of embarrassment… and a throb in my pants. Part of me was proud she was so free, but watching her dance like that for these strangers hit different.

Two of the guys joined her. One in front, grinding against her, singing along and stealing kisses she was too drunk (and turned on) to fully dodge. The other got behind her, hands on her hips, pulling her ass back against his denim shorts. I could see him pressing his bulge into her. She looked like she was in heaven.

I tried to move closer for a better view, but two other guys “accidentally” blocked me. They handed me the promised bottle of champagne and an envelope with $500 cash.

“This should keep you comfortable while we take care of your girl,” one of them laughed.

I refused the money. “I’m doing this for her.”

They cracked up. One of them slapped my shoulder. “You’re a good cuck, man. Sorry a good boyfriend.” The sarcasm was brutal. I couldn’t even look them in the eyes.

After thirty minutes of watching them grope and dance with her, P came over to me, flushed and glowing. She leaned in close, her breath smelling like alcohol and excitement.

“Babe… the bachelor wants to have some real fun tonight. He’s getting married next week. I want to go with them. I want to make your fantasy real.”

I was drunk, shocked, and insanely turned on. Before I could even respond properly, I came in my pants hands-free. She noticed and smirked.

They paid our entire bill. I watched helplessly as she walked out surrounded by the four of them laughing, touching her, carrying her purse like she already belonged to them. At 2:30 AM, my sweet girlfriend disappeared into the night with four hung, tattooed white guys.

I passed out at the club.

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I woke up around 5 AM, still drunk, with one text from her an address. I took a cab to a luxurious Airbnb. Heart pounding, I rang the bell. One of the guys who had bought her the martini opened the door and laughed when he saw me. “She’s inside, sleeping.”

I walked in. P was curled up naked between two of the guys under a big comforter. Her hair was a mess, her body covered in dried cum on her tits, stomach, thighs, and face. The smell of sex was thick in the room.

I gently woke her. She smiled sleepily, pulled me down, and kissed me deeply. Her lips were sticky and tasted salty cum. “Thank you for letting me do this, baby.”

Then she dropped the bomb: “The bachelor made a bet. If you clean my pussy with your tongue right now, he’ll sponsor our whole trip upgrade us to Aman Villas for the next two days.”

I hesitated… but the thought of saving thousands and the twisted arousal won. I got between her legs while all of them watched, grinning and hooting. Her pussy was swollen, red, and leaking their cum. I licked her clean as they cheered me on like a performing pet.

He kept his word. We spent the next two days at the stunning Aman Villas. P was glowing and horny as hell, riding me every chance she got. I couldn’t stay hard. The humiliation had me in a fog.

We didn’t talk much about it right after the trip. She eventually flipped it on me “This was your fantasy, you wanted it” and started comparing me to those guys. But one night weeks later, I jerked off thinking about everything that happened and came three times. That’s when my real cuckold journey began.

The bachelor even invited her to his wedding, but visa issues kept her from going.