r/cuckoldstories2

Everyone always says college is a time for experimental behavior. Sam was a girl I dated who expedited that process. Most who met her would consider her to have a conservative temperment, less risk adverse, responsible and level headed. She was a good girl in the sense that she was sweet and caring, smart, and avoided the troubles and drama that would often find other college students. From my perspective however, she also had the classic "girl next door" look. Conventionally above average attractiveness, yet muting all her physical atributes with her clothing choices that would otherwise make her a bombshell if she ever decided to draw attention to them.

It was surprising then that the first time we met was at one of my house partys. Sam looking slightly out of place and quickly falling behind on the drinking pace set by the rest of the party. It was then even more surprising then that when the party ended, she opted to crash in our living room with others unable to travel home safely. It was then most surprising, that in the middle of the night, I awoke to her exploring the darkness of my bedroom, and welcoming herself under my sheets.

We made out that night in my bed, her still fully clothed and me with only my underwear on. Her tongue unshy to explore my mouth and her hands unshy to explore my body feeling my stiffness she had caused. Taking charge in what she wanted though she was firm with what she didn't. Sharing that she only had sex with people she's in a relationship with. And so we didn't push her boundaries, but soon after found ourselves fulfilling the requirements of the boundaries she had set, we entered a relationship.

During our relationship we fucked like rabbits. We explored sexually together and pushed boundaries together. On the surface she may have come off as shy, reserved, and conservative, but behind closed doors she was a deviously horny mistress. We would fuck in all sorts of positions, use different toys, watch porn together while we did it. I was cumming often, and cumming wherever I wanted. On her tits, on her ass, on her face, in her mouth, in her pussy, and even in her ass. And she loved it. All of it. She enjoyed the ass play so much so that during one of the many times she was sucking my cock, she decided I should experience it too. Telling me "relax, you'll enjoy it just let it happen."

We continued to explore sexually together and we would share with eachother new ways of what we wanted to try. We bought her a dildo to be double penetrated. Anal beads and plugs, ball gags and lingerie. We even got a harness and a strap on for her to peg me with.

All good things must come to an end though. We came up on a patch in our relationship that required long distance. During so she became uncomfortable with me in social settings without her. Nothing of infidelity ever came close to happening, but insecurities turned to overbearing control. Affection given was never close to affection needed. So we split.

Time passed and the gap of distance closed. We decided to reconnect. Within minutes of meeting her tongue was in my mouth and hands grasping at my cock. We were quickly right back to things as if we had never split. But we had split. And so naturally questions about how we spent that time away from eachother were asked. I had been with others during our split, and I couldn't blame her if she had done the same. She told me she went on a few dates but didn't have sex with anyone. Fair enough, she had stuck to the boundaries she had set with me, despite us both being far more sexually promiscuous and explorative.

However, while she was giving me a handjob a few more details about her time spent apart arised. It came up that while she didn't have sex with anyone, she did omit some activity. She had made out with several guys, some even while topless. Gave handjobs to 3 of them, and even gave a blowjob to 1. Naturally this brought up further curiosity and lines of questioning, all while she continued to stroke my cock. A conflicting sense of emotions poured into me. Curiosity, lust, jealousy. But with her seductive strokes, lust won out. She would tell me about her escapades in varying levels of detail, and she noticed my cock harden and breath quicken. She knew it was exciting for me, and so she unlocked a new kink for us to explore. "Do you like hearing about how I made them cum? "

It's a question I wasn't really prepared for her to ask, or rather for me to answer. Her seductive eyes baiting me, her hand hypnotically stroking my manhood, she awaited my response to which nervously I gave with "it's kinda hot". Not a very confident flag planting answer, but enough to excite her further. Sitting up, leaning in, and increasing her pace. "One of them came in like 30 seconds".

"I'm going to cum in like 30 seconds if you don't slow down."

"Oh? I thought your big cock could hold your cum? What happened? Is hearing about me jerking their cocks too much for you"

"Were any of them bigger than me?"

As soon as I asked it I was unsure if I wanted to hear the answer. But alas, I was no longer at a point where my brain was thinking, I was speaking only with my cock. She looked at me and with the faintest devious smirk said

"None of the guys I gave hand jobs to"

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"I had to try it"

I met Mark [35M] two weeks ago at some bar near his office. He's married, absolutely miserable about it. Constantly texting me about how cold his wife is, how they never touch again, how desperate he is for someone who actually wants him. We started sleeping together pretty fast. He was grateful, eager, almost embarrassingly desperate.

Last Friday he texted me saying his wife was visiting her parents for the weekend. Told me to come over, that he needed me. When I got there he had three friends over, all drinking whiskey, all similarly unhappy about their marriages. I walked in expecting just him. He clearly had other plans.

"We've been sitting here drinking," he said, his hand already on my waist, his voice slurred but determined. "Talking about everything we're missing at home. I told them about you. Show them what I've been getting."

I should have walked out. I didn't. Four pairs of eyes on me, the power of it, the attention. I stayed.

Mark kissed me first, deep and claiming, making sure they saw I was his. Then he turned me toward them and said, "She's ours tonight. All of ours."

They surrounded me in his living room. Mark undressed me slowly, showing me off like a prize, his hands rough with drink and all that built up frustration. His friends watched from the couch, already stroking themselves through their pants, waiting their turn.

Mark bent me over the arm of the couch and entered me first. No condom, raw, desperate. He groaned loudly about how much tighter I was than his wife, how much hotter, how much better I felt. He fucked me hard and fast, establishing his claim while they watched. I moaned, louder than usual, knowing they were listening, knowing they were next.

He came quickly, buried deep inside me, filling me, marking me as his before he even pulled out. He stayed there for a second, breathing hard, then withdrew and nodded to the first friend. His cum was already dripping down my inner thigh.

The first friend was thicker than Mark, slower, taking his time while Mark settled into a chair with his whiskey, watching with dark eyes. I felt the pressure building immediately, my body responding to all the attention, the fullness, the complete wrongness of what we were doing. My thighs started shaking, my breath coming in short gasps, and then I came around the friend's cock, my back arching, my pussy clenching him in rhythmic waves that made him groan and thrust deeper.

He felt my orgasm, my muscles milking him, and finished inside me immediately, adding to what Mark had left, filling me further.

The second friend took his place right away, flipping me onto my back, lifting my hips, entering my ass while the third friend positioned himself at my mouth. I was completely filled at both ends, unable to do anything but take them, while Mark watched from his chair, stroking himself hard again, clearly loving the sight of his friends using his mistress.

The friend in my ass groaned, thrust deep, and came thick and warm, filling me there too. The friend in my mouth stroked himself rapidly, then pulled out and finished across my face, my breasts, my hair, marking me everywhere with his release.

Mark stood up, approached the couch, reclaimed me with his mouth and hands and his renewed erection. He entered me again, feeling how stretched I was, how full of his friends I was, and came within seconds, adding his second release to the mess already inside me.

I lay there for a while, four men's seed in me, one across my skin, my body shaking, my mind pleasantly blank. Mark kissed me, thanked me, told me I was perfect and that we had to do this again.

His wife came home the next morning. I left before dawn, bow legged, dripping, already knowing I would come back.

Here’s my true confession. I’m a cuck and always wanted to have that type of relationship but my wife never wanted to.

I didn’t even fully express myself about my fantasies, because my wife doesn’t like an idea of open relationship, threesome and all that. I have proposed few things to get things going but she always turned them down.

I (31) and my wife born and raised in Colombia(35) been married for 5 years now .

Sex was always great . But after we had a kid we became distant in the bed. Didn’t share the same bed and all. We didn’t fight or anything like that. I never cheated , besides going to happy ending massages every once in a while.

Especially when we became very distant I wanted to explore my cuckold fantasies but it was hard to even start mentioning those things.

Our kid is 5 year old , but when she turned 3 , we had her family take her for few weeks sometimes since they lived out of state. That gave us some time for ourselves. In the beginning when we were alone we kinda started talking about fantasies, such as going out, she dressing slutty, flirting with another guys and all. Not more than that. But even that didn’t happen.
We would have just have sex and continue as normal.

We live in closed building with underground garage and elevators on the 4th floor.
One time we were sleeping , it was late like 1Am or so , I heard music and speaker woofers being too loud. Music wasn’t that loud but woofers were echoing thru the walls .

After I got out on balcony to hear where it’s coming from I figured it was coming from the second floor even.
I went down there to talk to people and ask them to keep it low.

It was a new guy (black Dominican. Handsome ,tall, muscular and probably has money since you can tell both of his rooms are nicely furnished, expensive looking apartment, takes care of his posture). just moved in and had friends over.

He apologized and invited me in. After I got in there was few other people , maybe 5/6 total people.
They offered me a drink, so I got a shot of tequila and had a nice conversation with all of them. Told them I have family sleeping and all. Totally cool people. We exchanged numbers and he turned it down.

His name is Stephan , works a commercial pilot and most of the time he’s gone. And when he comes back it’s usually for very short time. Most of the time he stays in Hawaii, Florida , and islands due to his travel.

After few weeks or months he had party again and he texted me to come down. So I went down there and were having a good time, I texted my wife to come down there since it was a lot of people speaking Spanish.

When she came down there and they met her , everyone complimented how beautiful she is . Even Stephan.
(Plus, my wife’s ex bf is a pilot in Colombia)
They started chatting in Spanish while I was with his friends.
We had some drinks and spent good amount of time , till late night and we went home and fucked really good. That should have gave me a clue that she was probably wet since she first met him.

Again, few weeks pass by , he’s gone and when he came back he invited me down there again.
I went , this time without my wife. Then she texted me saying I should be home and not spending time with them since they always drink.

I explained to her I’m having a good time and I’m not getting wasted but just enjoying my free time as well since I work a lot of hours in construction and I’d rather be having fun in the building then going out.

Months after (till recently).
I get back home earlier from my work around 2pm (my wife is a kindergarten teacher) and she works till 6pm . So who ever gets home first parks in the garage space, I usually park in guest , but this time I had tools in my truck bed and wanted to leave the car in the garage. Once I entered the garage I saw her car parked in there. Hmmm, maybe she just missed the day today but didn’t tell me? And she has a habit to call in every once in a while or often.

I got out and parked in the guest and took my tools back into cabin and locked the door.

After I got to an apartment she wasn’t there. I tried calling but no answer and then I texted asking are you home?

I thought she was at the gym, and walked there and she wasn’t. Waking back from North building to south building thru the garage I saw Stephan’s car parked, meaning he was home. In that moment I felt like someone stabbed me in my guts. No way I’m thinking what I’m thinking. I hurried up to the second floor thru the exit door, walked to his door and all I could hear some music inside and nothing else .
I ran back to the emergency exit stairways and left the door open just enough to see if this is even possible?

I waited maybe 5-10 minutes and his door opened. It was her. And she walked away. I was shaking, heart beating so fast, confused, angry and turned on. She went back to elevator and I didn’t know what to do. Where to go now. She’ll know I know.
Then she texted me she’s at the gym, I replied ok, I just got home.

I got back to our apartment and she wasn’t there, she actually went to the gym.
I took a shower and jerked off, calmed down and then she showed up .

She seemed little nervous but overall confident and happy.

Idk how long this is going on but I know it’s not a first time and it’s been going for awhile since she was always in good mood lately.
I’m sure there’s nothing emotional between them but just sex.
I want to tell her this , but I’m afraid. I just want to know more details. Like what he’s doing to her , how slutty she’s with him and all.

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I confronted her last Sunday about her affair with her former fuckbuddy, and not only did she confirm it, but she basically said that she wants the best sex possible, and no other guy can fuck her like he does. She also said that if I didn’t like it, I’m free to leave. I asked her why she didn’t just get into a relationship with him, and she said that they can’t stand each other to be in a relationship, but the sex with him is unreal.

I thought about how my gf effectively wears the pants, controls the finances, orders me to do favors for her and her family, decides what we watch, etc. and how good it feels to give up the autonomy and embrace the disrespect while simping for her. Against my better judgement and what others suggested, I decided to give in further and stick with this and see just where it goes.

I agreed that I was okay with her seeing him still, and all she retorted with was “good.” As if she was annoyed that I brought this up in the first place.

I know this isn’t healthy, but there’s just something liberating just doing whatever she says while letting her do whatever she wants. Not only that, she’s going to be getting fucked still by a guy who’s just more physically imposing than me. He tried getting with her before (he knew she and I were together) and she made all kinds of excuses for him when I got mad. She even laughed when he wanted her as a side bitch if he ever got with someone else.

Now it’s like I’m admitting that he won and I’m really just here to be my gf’s simp bitch.

I have had this coworker who has always been an asshole to me. Any time he can, he makes me feel small and puts me down. Just because I’m almost half his size doesn’t mean he has the right to be such a jerk. I love my job, but he is the bane of my existence.

When I get home from work, my wife greets me with a kiss and tries her best to help me relax. We usually have dinner while I talk to her about work and how much I hate my coworker. She has always been so supportive as she tries to keep my mind positive before the nights come to an end with us in bed together.

My coworker would screw something up intentionally so I would get buried in paperwork. Almost every week I was working overtime and I was at my limit. I came to him one day and asked him why he was being so mean all of the time. He casually laughed and said that he felt bad for me because I was pathetic. My jaw dropped as the words left his lips. He continued that he was helping me grow a backbone as he lightly slapped me on the back in a joking manner.

The light slap rang through my back as his heavy hand landed. He added that he wasn’t going to stop making things hard for him unless I did him a favor. I told him I’d do anything to have him stop, so he gave me his address, telling me to be there later tonight. I thought that was perfect since my wife was at work, I can just help him with whatever he needed and be on my way.

When I got off later, I put the address into my maps and headed to his house. When I knocked on his front door it took him a second to answer. When he did he was half dressed telling me to come inside. He mentioned that he had some company in his room as we walked to the living room. He told me to sit down on the couch as I asked what he wants from me.

He told me that it was simple, and said that he wants me to record himself with the camera he handed me. I instantly stood up and tried to back out saying that it was too weird for me. He convinced me by telling me to just look at it like I am just being the camera man. He adds that he promises that he will leave me alone at work as he uses his fingers to cross his heart.

I looked at him a moment before taking the camera and agreeing. He told me to not talk and said that she isn’t going to know that someone is recording them because he has her head covered. Continuing, he explained that he wanted me to focus on them and get some good close up shots but to stay out of the way.

I nodded as we headed to his bedroom and he opened his door shutting it behind me. My eyes immediately saw this beautiful naked girl bent over on the edge of the bed with her ass in the air. I excitedly start the camera aiming it at her beautiful ass and pussy before stepping out of the way. I held the camera a foot away as he lined up his long thick cock. I thought to myself that he was twice my size as her small hands gripped her ass spreading her pussy lips for him.

I could see she was wearing a wedding ring as he started to prod her pussy with the tip of his cock. I felt bad for her husband as he rocked back and forth stretching her open before he slowly sunk himself deep in her. Her moans were muffled and it sounded like she had something stuffed in her mouth. I watched her beautiful body quiver with her tight pussy gripped his cock as he bottomed out. She moaned hard in a muffled tone as something seemed familiar.

He repositioned her on the bed and pointed for me to sit down on the floor to get a side shot of them. He started fucking her hard as he pumped in and out of her stretching pussy. The woman moaned hard started bucking her hips back at him. My cock was throbbing on the inside of my pants as he absolutely ruined this girls pussy. I started to cum as I held the camera as still as possible while he grunted like a wild animal behind her. I could see her legs shake as she screamed out in pleasure.

He moaned out that he was going to cum in her, and I felt bad for her husband. I heard his grunts get harder as the slapping of his balls grew quicker. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep in her as she arched her back to receive him. He grabbed the cover and pulled it off of her head as I saw my wife’s face with a ball gag looking at me horrified. She tried to craw alway from him as he held her there pumping her pussy full.

Her eyes locked onto mine as I was realizing what happened. I went to stand back up as he commanded me to stay seated. Lust was in her eyes as she grinded back and forth on his cock until he let go of her hips. When he was done with her, she crawled to me saying that she was sorry.

As she put her hands on my lap, he walked up behind her and stood behind her. Her eyes got wide as he melt down in behind her and started to press his cock back into her grabbing her by the hair. He pressed her into me as he thrusted into her over and over telling me to look at my wife cum on his cock again before he filled her.

I was stunned as she started to kiss me and moan in my ear telling me how huge his cock was. I felt him thrust into her hard over and over as he told her to tell me how much she wants his cum and loved his cock. She moaned hard and told me that he was so much bigger than me and she needed his cum. I felt betrayed as she be hugged me begging him to cum in her agin. I felt his final thrusts and her moans let me know she was being filled to the brim before accepting that my wife’s pussy is ruined.

Hi everyone, I’m 19, from Singapore, and I’ve been lurking here for months. My boyfriend (22) and I have been together for almost two years. He’s sweet, a bit shy, and until recently he was very against the idea of me being with anyone else. I’ve always had this fantasy of being with bigger, more dominant guys while he watches or waits at home. We started talking about it after I admitted I kept getting wet from cuckold stories. At first he got quiet and insecure, but after a few weeks of slow teasing and me promising I’d still come home to him, he agreed to try. Last Saturday night we met a guy from an app. Tall, muscular, Chinese-Malay mix, mid-20s. My boyfriend stayed at home like we planned. I went to the guy’s place in a short dress and no panties. He was confident from the moment I walked in. Didn’t ask much, just pulled me in and started kissing me hard. He was thicker and longer than my boyfriend, and the way he handled me… I came twice before he even finished the first time.

I texted my boyfriend updates the whole time (he asked me to). When I got home around 2am, still messy and smelling like the other guy, my boyfriend was waiting. He looked nervous and hard at the same time. I told him everything in detail while he listened. Then I let him clean me up. He came almost immediately after. We’ve done it twice more since then. Each time I come home and tell him, he gets quieter but also more turned on. I’m starting to wonder how far he’ll let this go. Anyone else here start this young? Or any other Singaporean girls who’ve done this? Feeling a mix of excitement and a little guilt, but mostly just really horny writing this. Would love to hear similar stories or advice on how to keep him from getting too jealous.

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"Jade?"

Adrian said it like he wasn't sure he'd heard me right.

I went quiet. Honestly, I had no idea how to explain this.

For a second, Adrian just stared at me before turning to Sera. That was enough, she hadn't told him a damn thing.

She looked completely stunned, eyes wide, lips slightly parted, as if she couldn't process how fast the situation had just escalated. Or maybe it was all an act.

"Adrian, take it easy," I said quickly. "Jade's been curious about trying something like this for a while. Since she's comfortable with Sera, she just wanted to see if you guys were open to it. That's all. No pressure."

Adrian didn't answer right away. He looked back and forth between us, but the sharp edge in his face softened. Surprised, but no longer alarmed.

Sera looked straight at me. "What exactly does Jade have in mind?"

Smart. She threw the question back at me without admitting she already knew, leaving me holding the grenade.

You really want to know what's going on inside Jade's head? She's going to fuck you, Sera. And then she's going to turn around and fuck me right alongside you.

And then I remembered the golden rule, throw Adrian a bone, give him a little show to keep him happy, so I reached over and took Sera's hand.

"Look," I said softly. "Just try it. If it feels off at any point, we stop. Simple."

I knew I needed to shift the focus before Adrian started overthinking it.

I glanced down at her dress, letting an appreciative smirk touch my lips, then turned back to Adrian.

"I mean, look at her," I said, nodding toward Sera before turning my gaze back to Adrian. "That dress looks fucking amazing on her, right?"

Adrian's gaze moved to her, the remaining hesitation melting away as he finally smiled. "Yeah. She looks incredible."

"Maybe that's why Jade didn't feel like waiting anymore," I added.

Sera didn't blush, instead, a knowing, wicked little smirk crossed her face she knew exactly what I was playing at, and she was letting me know I'd pulled it off.

Adrian's smile widened, the remaining tension evaporating from the room.

"I mean... I'm good with it if Sera is," Adrian shrugged.

I kept my eyes on Sera. "I know exactly how to make her agree."

Her eyes narrowed with that familiar, challenging spark.

"Oh yeah? How?" Adrian laughed.

Instead of answering, I reached out and started tickling her.

Sera burst into breathless laughter, twisting away across the bed. "Stop! Stop it!"

"Hold her," I called out.

Adrian grabbed her arms, laughing as she writhed against us.

I kept digging my fingers into her sides. Her laughs were so loud I knew Jade could hear everything through the wall.

"Stop!" Sera wheezed out.

I pulled back. "So?"

"No," she panted, still fighting for air. "I still haven't decided."

I looked at Adrian. "Hold her again."

"No, no, no"

Adrian pinned her arms with textbook military precision!

I didn't waste a second. I dove straight back in, tickling her relentlessly until she was writhing like a landed fish, completely helpless between the two of us.

"Okay! Okay, fine! I'll go!" she squealed, tears of laughter leaking from her eyes as she completely surrendered to the interrogation tactic.

I leaned forward while Adrian was still holding her firmly in place, pressing my mouth against hers. I caught her lower lip between my teeth, giving it a playful, sharp little bite before pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes.

"Good girl,"

Sera flushed deep red, her breath hitching as she tried to catch her composure. Adrian let out a low laugh, entirely captivated by the display.

I pulled back, breaking the physical hold, but the connection didn't fade. A sharp, playful look Sera flashed me said everything: she was coming over, and she wasn't planning on making things easy for either of us.

We quickly settled the plan. Sera would take about an hour to get ready before heading over to our room, while Adrian was eager to head downstairs and check out the local nightlife.

With everything locked in, I said my goodbyes and headed back to the room.

When I walked back into the room, Jade was waiting, sitting up and tracking my every move. I offered her a small smile.

"Sera said yes." I said.

Jade leaned back, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Was Adrian aware beforehand?”

"No," I said, walking over. "She hadn't mentioned a word to him. But I managed to smooth things over so it didn't turn into a problem."

Jade paused, studying my face, then asked with a noticeable edge of jealousy in her voice, "So what was all that laughing about?"

"The tension was getting way too heavy," I explained softly. "Everyone was tense. I needed to break the awkwardness, so I started tickling Sera, and Adrian jumped in to help. It cleared the room right away."

Jade looked at me, and for the first time, I saw a mix of expressions on her face I'd never seen before a strange, tangled blend of apprehension, anticipation, and genuine anxiety about stepping into the unknown.

I reached out, placing my hand gently over hers.

"Listen to me," I said, keeping my voice grounded. "Tonight is all about your pleasure. I've had plenty of fun, and so has Sera. Tonight is your night. If you feel uncomfortable or want to stop at any point, just say the word and it ends right there. If you think I'm overstepping or overreacting, tell me. I'll be right there with you, paying attention to what you like and what you don't, and taking my cue from you."

The tension in Jade's posture loosened. She smiled softly, squeezing my hand. "Thank you. But let's just keep things natural. If something feels off, I'll tell you."

"Deal," I nodded.

She stood up, looking over toward her clothes. "What should I wear?"

"Keep it casual at first," I suggested. "Let's just talk, hang out, and break the ice."

She agreed, opting for a simple pair of home shorts and a comfy t-shirt.

Exactly an hour later, the knock came.

Both Jade and I flinched, practically jumping out of our skin. It was that weird, contradictory surge of adrenaline as if a part of us was praying this moment wouldn't actually arrive, even though we were both dying for it to happen.

I walked over and opened the door.

Sera was standing there, the nerves written all over her face. Her smile was tight, her cheeks visibly trembling, and she was dressed in a plain pair of pants and a t-shirt, her hair pulled back tightly in a hairband. It was like all the playful confidence from an hour ago had vanished, resetting us right back to square one.

She stepped inside. Jade stood up from the bed, and they greeted each other with a polite, slightly hesitant hug.

This was the first time the three of us were in a room together like this. And this wasn't just a friendly hangout, every look, every word, and every move made in this room was going to set the tone for everything that followed. I had to tread carefully. More than anything, I had to protect Jade's feelings, despite all the excitement and anticipation, I was walking through a minefield. The slightest misstep or wrong signal could blow everything to pieces.

It was the first time I'd ever seen Jade truly nervous.

She's always been the strong, composed one, confident and completely sure of herself. But now that the fantasy had collided head, on with reality, I could see the subtle cracks in her exterior. Fear, apprehension, pure anxiety, it was all there.

I was sitting next to Jade on the edge of the bed, while Sera sat across from us in the chair. To break the stillness, I reached out and rested my arm over Jade's shoulder, pulling her in slightly to ease her mind. At the exact same time, part of me wanted to do the same for Sera, she was sitting there just as tense, her hands folded tightly in her lap.

The moment my hand touched Jade's shoulder, she reached up and squeezed my fingers, resting her hand over mine. The warmth of her touch rushed through me, grounding the moment and letting me know I was doing the right thing.

For a while, Jade and Sera just talked about their dresses, harmless, empty conversation serving as a makeshift shield to hide behind and burn off the nervous energy. I had zero insight into what they were saying and no way to jump in, but my mind was spinning anyway. I kept debating whether I should be the one to initiate things or just sit back and let nature take its course.

Eventually, it became painfully clear that letting things happen naturally wasn't going to work. The girls were never going to stop talking on their own, especially with a topic as endless as clothing and shopping.

They had just started laughing together when I decided to break in.

"Did Adrian end up going down to the bar?" I asked Sera.

"Yeah," she replied, nodding. "He went down to explore."

"Alright," I said, shifting slightly. "Look, I just wanted to say... we're all here to have fun, and this whole thing is brand new for every single one of us."

While I talked, Jade was holding my hand, her thumb anxiously rubbing back and forth over my knuckles. Sera sat across from us, her eyes darting between me and Jade. Jade kept her gaze fixed downward, focused entirely on her fingers working over mine.

"If anyone feels uncomfortable at any point, speak up," I continued, keeping my tone calm and steady. "If someone feels like we should stop, we stop. Simple as that. We're only here because we all want to try this and enjoy it."

For the first time in my life, I actually felt like the grounded, mature one in the room, preaching the gospel of open communication. The irony wasn't lost on me, here I was, giving a masterclass on speaking up when something feels wrong, when I was usually the biggest hypocrite on the planet about keeping my own mouth shut.

Neither of them said a word. They just sat there, eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to take the lead.

I knew if someone didn't break the freeze right now, we'd be stuck in this awkward limbo all night. So I let go of Jade's hand and stood up.

"Alright," I said, looking between them. "I'll get started so we can finally break the ice."

I reached down, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and tossed it onto the floor. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The moment my hands moved to the waistband of my shorts, Sera quickly looked away with a small, breathless laugh, her cheeks flushing. Jade, on the other hand, kept her eyes locked on me, a soft smile touching her lips.

I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them, standing completely naked in the middle of the room.

I wasn't fully erect yet, but the sheer thrill of standing there completely bare was an instant turn on, I was literally sitting between the two most stunning women in my world.

I sat back down on the bed next to Jade. Across from us, Sera looked wildly off, balance, her eyes darting everywhere, from Jade's face, to her hands, to the corners of the room, anywhere but directly at me. Jade, meanwhile, wore a soft, unreadable smile, likely processing the surreal nature of doing this in front of Sera for the very first time.

I looked Jade dead in the eyes. Beneath her nervous chuckle, I could see the heat building. I leaned in and pulled her into a long, deep kiss, our tongues tangling as we bit softly at each other's lips. Without breaking the kiss, I took Jade's hand and guided it down to my lap.

The moment her fingers wrapped around me and started to stroke, it didn't take even a second, I was fully hard in her grip.

I tried to reach toward Sera to invite her over, but Jade was holding onto me so tightly that I couldn't turn around completely. Without breaking away from Jade, I extended my other hand out toward Sera as a silent invitation to join us.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her move, she was actually coming.

I wasn't even sure if Jade noticed Sera moving in, but before I could process it, Sera sat right beside me.

Suddenly, I was sitting right in the middle between the two most drop dead gorgeous women I'd ever seen in my life. I reached over and wrapped my arm around Sera's shoulders, gently pulling her close into my side.

Jade was clinging to me, kissing me with an intense, desperate energy, as if the moment she let go, Sera would steal me away.

At the same time, Sera's hand started tracing warm, slow paths over my thigh, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine.

I reached down and took Sera's hand, guiding her fingers over to join Jade's on my shaft.

The second their hands converged, Jade broke the kiss. She rested her head heavily against my shoulder, her eyes fixed on Sera's hand merged with hers. Jade's grip tightened around me, refusing to yield an inch, while Sera's fingers moved alongside hers, their hands sliding together up and down in a shared, hypnotic rhythm.

I looked over at Sera, a sudden urge to kiss her rising up, but I hesitated, I wasn't sure how Jade would react. I decided to take the risk and leaned in, but Sera pulled her head back with a soft, breathy laugh.

Since Jade had no intention of letting go of my shaft, I took Sera's hand and guided it lower, encouraging her to cup and stroke my balls instead. Sera didn't hesitate, her fingers wrapped around them, gently massaging and working them.

I kept my eyes locked on Sera's, my mind still racing with the exact same dilemma, do I kiss her or not?

Before I could decide, Jade reached up, her hand cupping my jaw to turn my face firmly back toward her, and pulled me into another deep kiss.

I reached over and placed my hand on the back of Sera's head, applying a gentle push toward my lap to guide her down, if Jade wasn't going to let go of my shaft, maybe Sera could take it into her mouth.

At first, Sera brushed my hand away, resisting the pressure. But after a little persistence, her resistance gave way, and her head slowly descended along with my hand.

Jade finally broke the kiss the second Sera's head dropped down. She turned her head, her gaze locking onto Sera.

Because Jade's hand was still wrapped tightly around my shaft, Sera couldn't take much more than the head into her mouth. She took the tip in, her warm tongue tracing the sensitive underside, working around Jade's grip.

Jade leaned over slightly, watching the back of Sera's head move up and down. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, biting down hard, and right then, I saw the shift in her eyes. The hesitation, the possessive edge, the quiet anxiety... it all dissolved, replaced by a dark, intoxicating heat. She had finally slipped into the mood.

Slowly, Jade let go of my cock. But instead of pulling her hand back, she reached forward and sank her fingers deep into Sera's hair, taking control of the rhythm herself.

My head fell back as a sharp surge of pleasure shot straight through me. The real fun was finally about to begin.

Sera reached up and grabbed Jade's wrist, her fingers prying at Jade's grip to try and loosen it. In that split second, I could feel the tension spiking Jade wasn't just resting her hand there, she was pulling, forcing Sera into her pace.

I stayed still, choosing to watch rather than step in.

Sera slowly slid off the edge of the bed, sinking down onto her knees on the floor between my legs. The sheer heat of her breath burned against my skin for a split second as her lips hovered over me. Looking down at her from that angle, her eyes locked onto mine, her mouth parting with raw intention while Jade's knuckles stayed white in her hair, made my whole body lock up with a dark, intense rush of dominance. Then, without breaking eye contact for even a fraction of a second, she took me all the way back into her mouth, letting my cock slide deep into her throat as she hit the floor, keeping herself pinned right where Jade wanted her.

Sitting above them both, the sudden shift hit me with a jolt. Was Sera doing this on purpose? She suppose to be shy like always! Sliding down to her knees, looking up while taking me deep into her mouth, it felt calculated, a deliberate show of submission and skill designed to lock Jade's eyes right on us. She was showing Jade exactly what she was doing to me, proving she could handle whatever control Jade tried to exert.

Jade let out a breath that was half sigh, half laugh a sharp, loaded sound that cut straight through the heavy air in the room.

Before Sera could take another breath, Jade tightened her grip on Sera's hair and yanked her head back, wrenching my cock completely out of her mouth. Without hesitation, Jade leaned down and took my cock herself, taking me deep into her mouth right where Sera had just been.

The contrast was immediate and brutal. Jade wasn't being gentle. I could feel her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of my cock. I couldn't tell if it was just because of the awkward angle from the bed or if she was acting out of pure, competitive spite. For a second, a spike of genuine panic hit me; it felt like she was annoyed enough to bite the damn thing right off. But I kept my mouth shut, gripping the sheets beneath me.

Sera was wiping her lip, her eyes narrowing as she watched Jade.

The quiet truce had officially shattered. The silent competition was out in the open, and the fight for control had just begun.

Jade dropped down onto her knees right beside Sera, leaning over to take me back into her mouth. She deliberately crowded into Sera's space, a petty, possessive move to assert dominance, forcing Sera to shift over to make room. Standing over them, watching the tense physical posture between the two of them, a sudden flash of worry hit me that they were seconds away from literally pulling each other's hair.

To escape the mounting friction and avoid overthinking it, I fell back onto the mattress, lying flat on my back and fixing my eyes on the ceiling.

Jade took full control, wrapping both hands around the base of my shaft while her mouth worked around the head. I couldn't see what Sera was doing from that angle, but despite the chaotic energy in the room, the raw physical sensation took over. The overload was undeniable. I decided to stop worrying, close my eyes, and just surrender to the feeling. Within two minutes, the pressure building in my lower belly was reaching the point of no return, and low, involuntary groans started escaping my throat.

Then, suddenly, the grip on my shaft shifted. Jade let go, and there was a sudden flurry of movement beside the bed.

Before I could process what happened, a mouth clamped back down over me and the rhythm changed instantly. It was Sera.

Her technique was unmistakable, hitting every exact spot that drives me out of my mind. Part of me wished I was sitting up to see how the handoff happened did Jade drag Sera back in by her hair, or did Jade back off and let Sera pounce? I had no clue.

the contrast between the two of them was mind-numbing.

Jade sucked my dick exceptionally well. Her style was precise, focusing relentlessly on the head with an intense, steady friction that made me completely lose control of my own body. But Sera... Sera wasn't just sucking my cock; she was sucking my soul right out of me.

Even though she wasn't taking every single inch yet, she pulled a massive portion deep inside her mouth, coating me in a heavy, scalding wetness that enveloped my entire shaft. Every time she slid down, I could feel the tight, pulsing heat of her throat gripping the head, sending a wave of suffocating warmth straight through my core. The loud, messy wet sounds of her mouth working over me filled the quiet room, driving a sharp heat straight to the base of my spine, tearing a helpless groan out of my chest.

And true to form, I couldn't hold back for a single second longer.

I came straight into Sera's mouth.

I couldn't help the low, ragged sounds tearing from my throat as my fingers dug deep into the bedsheets. Sera didn't flinch or pull back for a fraction of a second, she swallowed every single drop, keeping her lips sealed tightly around me until I was completely empty. The sensation was mind-numbing.

By the time the room stopped spinning and my breath slowed down, I opened my eyes to find both Jade and Sera sharing a quiet, light chuckle. I pushed myself up into a sitting position on the bed, exhaling heavily.

"That was... incredible," I muttered.

Jade reached out, gave my inner thigh a playful little pinch, and got up to head toward the bathroom to clean up.

That left just Sera and me in the main room. Sera's eyes stayed glued to Jade's back until the bathroom door clicked shut. The second we were alone, Sera turned her gaze toward me. The hunger in her eyes was unmistakable, she was practically trembling with restraint.

"I want you," she whispered, her voice low and tight.

I didn't say it out loud; I just mouth the words back to her, matching her quiet intensity: "Let's wait and see."

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Jade stepped out,

Sera immediately stood up smoothing down her t-shirt and attempting to tame her hair, which looked like she'd just survived a full-blown physical fight.

As Jade passed Sera, she paused, looking at her with a soft, slightly apologetic expression. "Sorry if I pulled your hair a bit too hard back there."

Sera shook her head with a faint smile. "No, it's totally fine. Don't worry about it."

Once Jade finished in the bathroom, she came back over and sat down beside me on the edge of the bed. She looked at me, her expression a mix of curiosity and residual heat. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Beyond words," I said, looking her in the eye.

Jade nodded slowly, resting a hand on my knee. "I'm still getting used to the whole vibe... but step by step, I'll get there."

The message behind her words was crystal clear: that's enough for today.

Before I even had a chance to navigate the transition, Sera picked up on the shift too. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and offered a graceful exit. "I think I'm going to head back to our room, take a long shower, and crash. It's been a crazy long day."

We spent the next ten minutes winding down, casually chatting and making plans to meet up for breakfast the next morning to reset. But every time Sera's eyes caught mine across the room, the unspoken charge between us was electric. She wanted me, and I wanted her, but tonight, the boundaries had been set, and I knew better than to push them.

Once the door clicked shut behind Sera, leaving just the two of us in the quiet room, I didn't give Jade a chance to talk first. I pulled her into my arms, holding her close against my chest.

"So, what did you think?" I asked softly. "Did you enjoy it?"

"I mean… yeah, in a way," she said, resting her chin on my shoulder.

I gave a light laugh, trying to keep the mood easy. "At one point, I honestly thought you were about to murder Sera right then and there."

Jade pulled back slightly, looking up at me, her expression turning honest and vulnerable. "There were moments where I felt this horrible sting in my chest... like, how could I just sit here and watch another woman share the man I own?"

I brought my hands up to frame her face, looking straight into her eyes. "It's just for fun, babe. All my love, my life, and my heart belong completely to you. Never forget that."

Hearing those words, the tension melted right out of her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around my neck, sinking back into the embrace.

"Well," she said, a faint, competitive smirk returning to her voice, "putting all that aside... I did enjoy it. It was definitely an experience."

I looked at her, smiled, and said,

"Let's just enjoy the rest of our vacation and call it a day!"

I got up, headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower, and washed away the sweat and tension of the night. When I walked back out, Jade was lying on the bed, scrolling through her phone. She looked up at me and offered a small, knowing smile.

"What is it?" I asked, leaning against the edge of the bed.

She gave a soft laugh. "Every time I replay it in my head, part of me wants to try it again... and another part of me panics."

I climbed onto the bed and playfully pinned her down. "I know exactly what you need right now."

Jade laughed, trying to push me off, but her body language gave her away. Even though I was completely drained, between the five-hour drive this morning, unpacking, the constant anxiety, and everything that just went down, I could tell Jade wanted this. She just needed me to take the lead so she didn't have to admit it out loud.

And she didn't fight me for a second.

I slid down the bed and moved between her thighs, pressing my mouth against her pussy. The second my lips hit her, she was dripping, completely soaked from the residual thrill of watching another woman on me. The taste of her was sweet and intoxicatingly warm. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders to get deeper, dragging my tongue deep inside her folds while my hands dug into her hips to pin her down. Every low, shattered moan she choked out into the pillow sent a fresh surge through me, her thighs trembling violently around my neck until her back arched high off the bed and she came hard right across my face.

It felt like the ultimate reward for a long, chaotic day. Nothing beat drifting off to sleep with the taste of her still on my lips.

Jade gently pushed my shoulders back to catch her breath, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face. We pulled the covers up, turned off the bedside lamp, and wrapped our arms around each other in the dark.

As the room grew silent, my mind started drifting back to Sera. I couldn't get the look in her eyes out of my head, the raw hunger when she whispered, "I want you." She'd practically begged for it twice tonight: once right in front of her husband, and once right in front of my girlfriend. Part of my brain was spinning wild fantasies of sneaking out into the hallway, knocking on her door, and giving her exactly what she wanted right then and there. Another part of me knew better, letting her crave me a little longer would only make it sweeter when it finally happened.

I was just on the verge of falling asleep, listening to Jade's steady breathing beside me, when the soft click of a door echoed down the hallway. Adrian must have finally come back up from the bar.

A minute or two passed in quiet murmurings, and then, through the thin hotel walls, the sound cut through the silence: Sera's rhythmic, unmistakable moans.

The air in the bedroom instantly felt suffocatingly hot. A bizarre, sharp sting of jealousy surged through my chest, sitting there in the dark, listening to them, I felt an absurd, irrational wave of anger, almost as if Sera was somehow cheating on me.

I wanted to jump up, tear through the hallway, and break their door down right then and there. I wanted to look her dead in the eyes and demand an answer: Did you actually want me? Or was every single look, every whisper, just a fucking game to you?

Why was my mind spinning like this? Why was I losing my head over a married woman sleeping with her own husband? It made no sense. She was with Adrian, where she was supposed to be. Yet sitting there in the dark, my chest felt like it was being crushed under a heavy weight, every groan from next door driving a spike through my brain.

The thought of him touching her now made me angry! Husband or not, I couldn't stand the idea of any other man ever putting his hands on her again.

A cold, bitter sting of betrayal burned in my throat. Fuck you, Sera.

My fiancé (26F) and I (26M) have made up a rule this week after running out of condoms. I insisted on not wanting to pull out and she didn't want me to cum in her during sex (shes not taking the pill). We decided to get free condoms from the university I study at and until then no cumming for me!

Now, life's been busy. We didn't find time since Monday (today is Thursday). She made sure we stick to the rule and it lowkey turned me on too, so why not!

She gave me 3 blowjobs in 2 days over like an hour each. No cumming just slow teasing blowjobs. It felt to warm and soft, I was moaning for her and couldn't stop shaking at times because of how sensitive I got. She clearly loves having me squirm under her like this.

I on the other hand ate her out at times (I got pretty good at it recently) and we still fucked, she cums, I don't. We had a few days of this.

Here it is probably important to say that I have this fantasy of having a MFM threesome with her. I LOVE power dynamics. I find her hot and wish I could see someone make her scream while shes giving me one of those edging blowjobs. I do watch cuckold porn a lot but its not like that. I just wanna see her get overpowered, pounded and surrender to someone else's cock. Ideally, of course, that person is stronger, taller, has a thicker dick and makes her cum better.

Last night, she again goes down on me. I was already sensitive and pretty much on edge after like 30 seconds. She continues to tease and lick me for her typical hour. Before we colapsed, I couldn't stop thinking about this fantasy I have. Keep in mind that we're both quite shy about dirty talk and have been relatively vanilla!

While I was squirming and shaking under her I finally brought it up.

"I want you give me a blowjob... while-"

"I am literally giving you one right now", she hisses at me before putting my dick back onto her tongue.

"No... I want a blowjob while... while someone pounds you", I reply.

"Who?", she asked stopping the blowjob for a bit.

"Idk... someone with a bigger penis than me?...", I hesitate.

"Well, it'll probably hurt if its bigger than you", she says rolling her tongue on the tip of my penis, literally draining precum out of me.

"How about thicker?", I moan as she continues to jerk me off. "I want your head to be pushed against my dick and feel you moan into my crotch...mhhh... I want to see you cum for another guy", at this point, my mind was blank, she could've made me said anything really.

Eventually things calmed down (just a little) and we went to sleep, naked.

During the night I woke her up a few times by pushing my penis into her. I ended up making her cum 3 times with my hands. The third time she came while I made out with her neck, whispering into her ear:

"I want to feel you cum. I want to see you cum on his thick dick for me. I want to cum over your face while he cums deep inside you."

She edged me like 12 times in 10min while I talked and toyed with her. She came so hard and was wet throughout the entire night. I still haven't cum.

True story written as fantasy. Details obtained from her own testimony, her friends stories about her, and her diary.

Part one link. Links to all other parts can be found in the comments of part one.

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/GWe8fhrKGs

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Everett finally started touching himself while he read about Sophia's sex life. Diary in one hand, cock in the other. And so it went.

Sophia started living her best life.

She was in the prime of her life. Now at 19 she was finishing up her first semester of college and she was in great shape. She walked to school, to work, to the grocery store. She had strong, muscular legs. She had started to go to the tanning salon so that even in the winter she had brown sun kissed skin. She got her first tattoo. Then another. Then she got a cute little tattoo just over her pussy.

When Jean came to town they went to get piercings. Jean got new ear piercings. Sophia got her nipples pierced. She felt so sexy. She showed all her friends. Sophia grinned like the Cheshire cat when she flashed them her tits or pulled her shorts down to show the little tattoo above her pussy.

And she loved the attention her body got. Her nipple piercings were sometimes noticeable under her work shirts. She smiled inside when customers and coworkers fought to maintain eye contact. And the tips were great.

One day she was reaching up to grab something from a shelf when a line cook called out "Damn, Sophia did you get your nipples pierced?"

"Sure did." She said.

"That's crazy." Another cook said. "Is that what girls do now?"

"Everyone kept looking at my ass, so I had to do something to distract them." She said, walking away to give them all a view. She did have a great ass.

Throughout the shift the guys kept talking about it. About what she said. Now, these were older guys. In their 20s and 30s. Sophia was turning heads with her curly black hair and dark eyes. Later, one of the bolder guys caught her as they were all closing down the kitchen.

"I can see them through the shirt." He said. "I've never seen pierced titties before."

Several heads popped up.

"When we close up I'll show you." She said.

"I've got to see this."

"Brooooooo"

"We looking at titties?"

And that's how Sophia found herself raising her shirt and bra to show half a dozen men and one woman her perky little tits under the street lamp by the dumpster. The silver barbells gleamed against her dark nipples, which were rock hard in the winter air. She had already showed her friends, why not the curious folks here?

And just like that, she was popular at work. Boys would go out of their way to help her. One of her coworkers, Shawn, asked her if she partied. He told her he sold a little drugs on the side. Shawn started selling her weed after work sometimes.

Sophia did her first bump of cocaine at the club soon after. She was dancing in a little miniskirt in a dark corner with Dustin and friends. Spike asked her if she wanted a bump. Her heart was racing as she nodded. Spike pulled out a little baggie and a key. He dipped the key in and soon the coke was up his nose. He dipped it again and held it for Sophia, who snorted it quick.

It irritated her nose and made her eyes watery. But soon she was dancing and talking non stop. It was like someone plugged her into an outlet. She made out with Calli, a girl who sometimes came with the friend group. Dustin and Spike watched the girls kiss with interest.

They made a show of it, licking and sucking. Calli had dirty blonde hair and big breasts. She wore a lot of makeup, and Sophia was tasting her lipstick, touching her tits and waist over the shirt.

Later that night Sophia found herself in the passenger seat of Spike's car. They had dropped off Dusty and Calli at his apartment. It was obvious from the makeout session they had in the backseat that Dustin was going to fuck Calli tonight. Sophia wished it was her. She still had a huge crush on Dustin, but the time never seemed right.

And so she sat alone with Spike in his car. She was still feeling the coke, but not as intensely as earlier. It was dark and raining outside. The only light in the car came from the dash. The windshield wipers were turned off and they were pulled into a corner of her apartment parking lot.

"You want to smoke?" Spike asked her.

"Yeah, sure." She said. She was a little nervous and excited to be alone with him. She'd had his dick in her mouth just a couple of weeks ago. Not for long. And they hadn't talked about it since.

Spike pulled a small pipe and sack out of his glove box, packed some weed and lit it. He hit the pipe and passed it to her.

She could feel his eyes on her as she took a hit. Spike cracked the windows for the smoke and she could hear the soft rain outside.

"You going straight to bed?" He asked.

"Probably." She said. "I've got shit to do in the morning." She passed the pipe back to him.

"Any chance I can come in with you?" He asked her.

Sophia looked Spike over. He was a big guy, very tall and heavy set. He wore denim and leather and this week his hair was slicked back and dyed red. She could smell his cologne under the weed smoke.

"I'm not looking for company tonight." She said. She was still a little sore about watching Dustin go inside with Calli.

"Damn." He said, hitting the pipe and passing it back to her. "I'm not going to lie. You look good as fuck tonight." She smiled at him in the dim light.

Sophia hit the pipe, watching him look her up and down. His eyes lingered on her lips, her thighs under her short skirt. Spike bit his lip.

"Any chance I could talk you into finishing that blowjob we started?" He asked her. They both took one more toke from the pipe and he put it away.

The silence and the rain were heavy now. She didn't say no. She didn't say anything. They just sat in the quiet, their hearts racing.

She was already feeling the weed. She was lightheaded from the drugs and the hormones. After all, why shouldn't she? She was single. She was pretty. She was alone in the city. Was Spike her first choice? No, but she was horny. She could already feel her body reacting.

"Put your seat back." Sophia finally said.

"Bet." He said.

Spike slid his seat back and adjusted his steering wheel. Sophia tied her dark curly hair in a quick knot with a hair tie from her purse. Her heart was pounding as she heard his belt clinking in the dark. Heard his zipper. She could just make out his boxers in the light of the dash.

Sophia lifted the arm rest between them as she lowered her little face to his crotch. He hadn't taken his cock out yet, leaving the task for her.

She reached into the hole in his boxers and pulled out his flaccid dick. It was short, rubbery and fat. She knew from experience that it got bigger, having sucked his cock under a table outside a bar a few weeks ago.

Spike sighed, his big belly rising and falling as she took his limp dick in her mouth. She could taste salty precum. Sophia sucked on it, rolled it around her soft tongue. She could hear Spike's breathing quicken as she pulled to stretch it taught with her lips.

There was a few minutes of this, his pubes tickling her face. Licking, sucking, kissing it until blessedly she felt his cock begin to harden in her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and tapped his growing meat against it.

"Sorry." He told her when her mouth returned to suction him. "Coke dick."

But pretty soon her head was bobbing up and down, her jaw stretching to give him access to her tight throat. He was just long enough to stretch her throats opening with his fat cock head.

Spike moaned and reached over to raise her miniskirt. He tugged her panties down over her ass cheek and began to squeeze and massage her backside. Sophia moaned around his shaft when he slid his hand further back and put one fat finger inside her.

He had her hooked like that, wet and hot on his finger. Wet and hot on his cock. He played with her pussy while she slobbered and slurped in his lap. His boxers were already soaked with her spit.

"Can I fuck you?" He asked, voice weak.

Sophia took his cock out of her mouth and said no. Then she put the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked gently on it. Spike dipped his finger in and out of her. He imagined the hot slick flesh squeezing his finger was the hot wetness suctioning his cock. She worked like that for several minutes, jaw aching.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" He asked her.

"Mmmmmhmmmmmm" she mouthed around his cock.

Sophia began bobbing up and down harder. The tip of his dick punching between her tonsils. She squeezed the base of his shaft hard. Spike didn't have enough reach or angle to put a second finger inside her, so he hooked his middle finger between her velvety pussy lips and wiggled it inside her.

Sophia gasped around his shaft, spit flying. She continued to slurp him up, fucking her throat down around him.

"Don't stop. I'm going to nut." He said. She continued up and down, jaws wide. "Oh get that nut. Get it." She heard his breathing get fast and ragged. He pulled his finger out of her wet cunt and squeezed her ass as she felt his cock engorge and grow rock solid between her lips.

Spike let go of her ass cheek to grab her head with both hands. Sophia felt his hands push down on the back of her head hard, and his cock forced her mouth and throat open uncontrollably wide. She coughed and gagged on him as she felt her mouth fill with hot cum. It burst from her lips around his shaft and coated her throat.

She gagged harder and dry heaved on his cock, desperate not to throw up. Tears began streaking down her face. She vaguely heard Spike's gutteral moan as he unloaded in her mouth.

She was a little dizzy and numb as she caught her breath. His lap was a mess. Her face and makeup were a mess. Sophia felt like a complete slut when she got out of his car into the cold winter rain. And when she collapsed on her bed she realized.... she liked it.

Sophia gave herself permission to do whatever she wanted. She had her whole life ahead of her. This might be her only time ever with no one to answer to and no one to judge her.

At work Sophia met Shawn in his car after a shift. He invited her to hang out at his apartment. She met his roommate, Collin. She smoked a blunt with the boys and got to know them. She came over again and smoked and hung out.

The third time she was at their place, Colin wasn't home. She sat with Shawn on the couch, talking and flirting. Shawn asked Sophia if she did coke. She said yes, even though she'd only done it once.

When she knelt on the floor and leaned over his coffee table to do a line, Sophia felt Shawn's hand on the small of her back. She ripped the line and raised up to find him looking intently into her eyes. She looked back, challenging him with a look of her own.

Next thing you know Sophia was on her back on the couch. Her pants and thong were around her ankles, with her legs pulled back. Shawn was desperately eating her pussy. When he stopped, Sophia kicked the pants and underwear off with her shoes.

Shawn was a skinny white guy in his late 20's with a goatee. Now shirtless with his own pants pulled down to his ankles, he kicked the jeans off and knelt over her on the sofa. His dick was swinging over her, his balls hanging beneath them.

She handed him a condom from her bag and waited there. On her back, legs around him, wet with spit while he rolled the condom onto his dick. He leaned over her and kissed her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue. He pulled her shirt and bra up over her tits and kissed them. He sucked her pierced nipples into his mouth and fingered her. She moaned into the kiss and spread her legs for him.

Then he pressed his covered cock against her dark, meaty pussy lips and began to push inside her. She was so wet that he slid in easy. His hanging balls slapped against her asshole.

It didn't last long. Shawn humped between her bare legs. But as he looked down at her, he couldn't handle it. He was 28 and this pussy was a whole new caliber. She was 19, tight and wet around him, with smoothe brown skin, a flat tummy and gracious hips. So pretty beneath him. So hot and tight inside. She smelled so good he-

...Shawn gripped the arm of the sofa above her head and she felt him tense and flex as he filled the condom inside her. She thought the dumb, embarrassed look on his face was cute.

Shawn blushed and made excuses, but she comforted him and told him she enjoyed it while they lay naked against each other on the couch. She did enjoy it. All 30 seconds. He was the first person to cum inside her, albeit inside a rubber.

After a while she tried to get him hard again with her hand and mouth. But he was too nervous or embarrassed to get hard. Or maybe it was the coke.

Sophia got a cab home and wrote about Shawn in her diary. Then she cleaned her apartment for two hours because she was still geeked. When she finally went to bed she dreamed about sex. Winter break was about to start. What else could she her up to?

Long distance college cucking
So my cuckold journey started when I first discovered porn. By the time I went to college all I cared about was seeing my girlfriend Leia be slutty. I thought it was so hot she was chubby blonde huge perky tits 36DDD wide hips fat ass to match and horny college guys wanted them. We were long distance and would often go to parties get drunk flirt with guys and come back horny never really doing much. One night after a party she was shit faced texting me about how horny she was. She heard her townhouse room mate getting fucked and I convinced her to check.
She texted me back over a half hour later about how she slowly entered the room and her roommate Dre (5’1 petite Latina) was riding her boyfriend’s cock and it was so pale and long that it practically glowed in the dark. She watched for a while and they didn’t care, then Dre’s boyfriend (Cory, taller good looking guy on the soccer team) called her over and played with her tit while Dre rode his dick. She basically acted like a cheerleader for them until he moaned that he was gonna cum. He pulled out and Leia grabbed his cock and jerked him off onto Dre’s ass. When Dre left to clean herself up Leia ended up sucking his cock and cleaning him up. She said his cock was bigger than she thought and she’d definitely fuck him if given the chance and now it’s all I wanted her to do. She absolutely loved the thrill of what she had done and wanted to do it more. College is absolutely the best place to get started in cuckolding

This Sunday my boyfriend and I were both out enjoying the weather and I ended up joining him and his friends for drinks in the evening. His friend Ryan was there and I was immediately getting butterflies thinking about sucking his dick a while ago, and wanting more.

So as an update on how it’s been going with my boyfriend I’ve been trying to fuck him less and tease him more, which is hard because I really need it pretty often, but I’ve been getting by using the big dildo which frankly fills me up better than him anyway, though I’m missing/craving the physical side of sex (being pinned down etc).

One step I took lately is asking him if he wanted to watch me use the dildo on myself, telling him he’s only allowed to rub his dick over his jeans while he watches, and then after I cum making an excuse about just wanting to snuggle or something so that he doesn’t get off at all. I’ve done it twice and it’s so hot and I can tell he definitely likes that I’m taking charge a bit more (even if he complains a little). He’s also way more eager to go down on me in the past few weeks so I know he’s happy with the direction things are going and wants to be more submissive, as he should frankly.

Anyway we’re there with his friend Ryan and I didn’t even have to say anything to my boyfriend, we just kind of glanced at each other a few times and he must have texted Ryan because an hour later we’re all waiting for an uber back to Ryan’s without even having a full conversation about it.

We’re a little drunk at this point and I don’t hesitate, I sat them both on the couch and started going down on them. I actually focused more on my boyfriend during this because I was worried Ryan might cum like last time, so after a few minutes I simply told Ryan to go get a condom. He left the room and my boyfriend and I had this incredible charged moment where we just held eye contact while Ryan got ready to fuck me… I’m still buzzing just thinking about it.

So Ryan comes back and gets behind me, starts fucking me doggy while I play with my boyfriend’s dick. I loved looking at my boyfriend while I got good dick, he’s never really seen me get satisfied like that besides with a dildo and it was so intense for both of us. I wasn’t sure how much to let on but it felt great. Ryan isn’t even hung per se but he must be a good inch bigger than my boyfriend and thick too. With the condom on he really didn’t have a problem lasting a little while…

I tried not to make my boyfriend cum but I think he was really turned on and before I knew it he was cumming on his belly. It was kind of my fault, I noticed that he was starting to cum and part of me genuinely didn’t want him to, so I sort of took my hands off and hoped he wouldn’t. But really I loved seeing him get most of his cum on himself while I was getting fucked... As he finished I took him into my mouth kind of trying to make up for it but I hope this was good subliminal messaging lol.

The hottest part of the night was my boyfriend told us to keep going while he cleaned himself up, and Ryan had me to himself and we both came while my boyfriend sort of hovered. I’m not even sure when he came back into the room but he was definitely there to see Ryan cum on my back. It was also the first time he had seen me cum during penetration and we had a conversation about that after and he was jealous but glad to see me happy and could tell it meant a lot for me to experience that again. I think seeing me cum on the dildo beforehand made him realize it *could* happen but wasn’t happening with him so maybe he had already had some time to process.

Anyway it was even hotter than I could have imagined to be honest and my boyfriend is handling it well. He’s definitely starting to accept that I need more sexually and in all honestly the last month has made me love him even more because I think a lot of guys wouldn’t be able to handle that. But we’re starting to talk about it more and I think he’s excited too. He hasn’t owned up to enjoying the humiliation aspect of things but I think he’s going to get there given that he isn’t too upset about me ruining his orgasm during our first threesome. More to come hopefully!

I’m a 31 year old bi guy, and this story is about a trans dude I’ve been fucking. I was going back and forth on whether or not to post this since this sub seems very much focused on she/her pussy, but I decided to say fuck it and pull the trigger since he/him pussy rules and you fellas oughta know about it. Sorry for the M dashes; promise I’m just an insufferable writer and not actually AI. TW: mentions of rape play and impact play.

So I’ve been fucking Zeke (FtM, 32) for several months now. I’m a 6’1 white dude, bout 230lbs, big bald n bearded motherfucker with a big dick. Zeke is this 5’1 little blonde thing with the easiest pussy you’ve ever seen — during our first hookup, he was cumming about every other minute.

After this first hookup, Zeke realized he liked dick so much that he had to break things off with his girlfriend. Score one for me.

But since then, Zeke has also started seeing a man in his 50s. We’ll call him Mike. Mike is an incredibly sweet and loving guy. He loves to shower Zeke with praise, loves to hold him tight, loves to tell him what a special little guy he is. I wouldn’t say that Mike and Zeke are dating, per se — but Mike is incredibly protective of Zeke and loves to have him over for long sleepovers where they cuddle and explore each other’s bodies and share intimate feelings. Mike isn’t as big as me down there, but credit where credit is due, he makes Zeke cum quite a bit when they’re together. Not that it’s hard.

Now, here’s where it gets juicy in a way that I think this sub would appreciate.

Mike vaguely knows of my existence, but Zeke doesn’t tell him what we actually get up to, because he thinks it would genuinely upset Mike — as I mentioned, he’s very protective of Zeke. Zeke calls me his “sadist” and keeps it at that. Mike will sometimes half-jokingly (only half) make snippy comments about “Mr. Sadist” being too rough when Zeke mentions his holes being sore for a whole week after seeing me.

Here’s what Zeke doesn’t tell him.

Zeke doesn’t tell Mike that he likes to get raped. He doesn’t mention that the main thing I do to him when we’re together his push his boundaries and force as many orgasms as possible out of him until it hurts too much for him to continue, and then I fuck some more out of him.

Zeke doesn’t tell Mike that by now it’s actually a lie that he’s never squirted, and moreover, he doesn’t have the heart to admit that it was his “sadist” that made it happen. Mike still thinks Zeke hasn’t or maybe even can’t squirt.

Zeke doesn’t tell Mike that not only do I dick him down better, but that I eat him out better, too. The first time I made Zeke squirt was when I ate him out and sucked on his clit so hard that he squirted, and then I tortured him by wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him down so he couldn’t squirm away from overstimulation while I proceeded to make him drench my beard and bed with his fluids for as long as I wanted. His cunt hurt afterwards.

Zeke doesn’t tell Mike that I’m the only guy who’s allowed to fuck his ass, and that I can really easily make him squirt from fucking his perfect little asshole. He didn’t want me to fuck his ass at first — no anal was one of his rules — but after giving it a proper tongue bath and telling him how hot it was to fuck his pussy with my thumb in his hole, how my thumb could feel the ridge of my cock head pumping in and out of his cunt through the wall of his ass, I turned him on enough that he let me go for it and fuck his ass. Zeke squirted twice from my dick in his ass that day.

Zeke doesn’t tell Mike that since that day, he begs me for anal. Mike still gets told no anal sex.

Zeke doesn’t tell Mike that he loves it when I smack him. Zeke’s ass is this perfect, big, bouncy, bubbly thing that jiggles so fuckin right when you slap it. What’s even better is that feeling a handprint burning on his ass makes Zeke absolutely desperate to get railed. And I get to smack not just his ass, but all over the rest of him, too. Mike was quite distressed once to see Zeke covered in the marks that he had begged me for.

Lastly, Zeke doesn’t tell Mike that I’ll chase him down on the bed when he tries to tap out. He doesn’t tell Mike that I’ll pin his tiny frame to the mattress and hold him down so he can’t escape while I fuck orgasm after orgasm out of him and he begs me to stop. While he tells me he can’t take any more as I fuck still more out of him, that his core hurts from being used. Like I said, Zeke doesn’t tell Mike that he likes to be raped. He also doesn’t tell Mike that these are the moments he masturbates to the most when we’re apart, and that his rib cage being bruised enough for him to have to masturbate through the discomfort makes him even wetter and more desperate to get my dick again.

Mike doesn’t like me. Last time he played with Zeke, he tried to finger Zeke’s asshole and got turned down because it was just so fucking sore. Zeke told me the dude went all serious for a second, then softened and quietly begged Zeke to tell his “sadist” to leave some of his asshole for him next time.

I’ll leave it there for now. I’m still not quite convinced this post won’t get taken down for some reason — Reddit’s auto filter and mods can be finicky at the best of times.

Background:

Me and Jasmine met in our sophomore year of college and have been inseparable since. Last year (6 years since meeting) we got married. Shes 5’5, olive skin, black hair with bouncy small curls and a perfect body. Hourglass hips, great ass and nice b cup tits. I’m 6ft tall, roughly 190 pounds and workout almost daily and it shows. We’re both considered generally good looking for people in their mid 20’s. I was the first person she slept with, but I did some messing around before we met so I was more experienced. Our sex life was great and she basically was always ready to satisfy my needs whenever. Anytime I had urges, she happily took are of me. I always returned the favor and make sure she also had her release.

Sharing her:

A few months ago the guys and me were talking about whether or not we thought our girls would be okay for a threesome. My friends were talking about it as another girl joining them and their wife, but the whole time I was thinking about my wife with another man. I never thought about that kind of stuff, but that night it was all I was thinking about. I got home later that night and as a joke brought it up to her. Didn’t say another man, but if we included another girl. She was not too fond of the idea to say the least and her response was “what do I get out of that”. My response was, what about other guy?

Her demeanor changed and a look of curiosity hit her. We talked about it for a while with me saying I was generally fine with it and would let her pick the guy if she wanted to try it out. She’s never had another cock other than mine and although I’m above average down there, she seemed interested but a little nervous.

We didn’t it bring it up after that but it was on my mind. So much so that when I booked a vacation months later, I made sure to find a hotel that was considered a swingers hotel.

Fast forward to last week. We arrived at the city we were staying in and checked into the hotel. Everything seemed normal. The hotel had a beautiful heated outdoor poor that was open 24/7. We spent the day waking around the city and I took her shopping for a swimsuit.

“I already packed some”

“I know Jasmine but I want you to try a different style”.

I don’t know what the regular ones are called but the one I wanted her in were the skimpiest of skimp. Basically strings. She was nervous about it and mentioned how other people would see so much but I reminded her that we were in a new city and no one knew who she was or would ever see her again.

We got to the hotel later that night around 10pm and had some drinks before heading to the pool. There was about three guys and two women at the pool and we chit chatted and drank with them. The drinks seemed to calm her nerves and she was way more relaxed. Playful too. Rubbing my leg at the edge of the pool until i slipped into it because i did not want my erection showing. She followed and continued to rub it and made her way down to my crotch where she played with my cock through my pants.

It was about midnight when there was just us and another guy. I’d say maybe late 40s to early 50s. Fit and good looking for his age. His name was Dave. We talked about the city and working out and work before my wife stepped out of the pool said she was going to go grab a phone charger as hers was going to die. As she was leaving i of course was staring at her ass, but so was Dave.

“I can’t help but envy you, she’s beautiful”

I laughed. “Thanks, she’s pretty great”

“Oh trust me I know, I saw where her hand was” Dave said as he smiled at me.

As our convo continued, I did mention how I brought her here in hopes of seeing her let loose and enjoy herself and that she seemed open to the idea of another man. Dave stated that if I trusted him, he’d lead the way and see if he can get her to open up.

“Room 138 I’ll leave the blinds open”

My heard began to race as he got out of the pool. At this point I noticed he did not have any trunks on and I could see his semi hard (atleast I think it was) cock. Uncut. Thick and girthy. He wrapped a towel around himself and left the pool.

About five minutes later my phone buzzed:

“Ran into your friend from the pool in the hallway on my way back. He’s offering to make me one of his “famous” old fashions. Seems pretty persistent”

I replied back:

“We haven’t had one of those in a while. Take him up on the offer. I’m going to swim a couple laps since I didn’t get a workout in today. I’ll see you back at the room”.

About 10 minutes later I get a text message photo of her holding an old fashioned.

I gave it another 5 minutes before walking around the area and finding their rooms glass sliding door. I stayed off to the right side but had a very good view of the room.

They were sitting on the love seat and looked to be talking. She had her legs crossed. He still had his towel on wrapped around him. Both had drinks in their hands. They talked for some times and I began to kinda get bored thinking nothing was happening. I then see him take her empty glass from her hand and as he got up off the couch, his towel came off. She immediately looked away and I could tell she laughed. He was standing up next to her. His thick cock was maybe a 2 feet from her at her head level. He didn’t try to cover. He put both glasses down and reached out and rubbed her shoulder. Seemed to keep talking to her.

She slowly began turning her head and finally faced him before splitting her attention between his massive tool and trying to look up at him. He continued to talk to her before running his hand down her arm to her hand and taking a hold of it. He brought her hand over to his cock. She did not protest. She held it without stroking it yet it looked to still grow in her hand. It at that point hit me how big he was. Her hand looked so tiny. She finally began to stroke it while still talking to him.

This went on for a minute before he took both of his hands and placed them on the sides of her head and pulled her hair back.

this was it.

He guided her to his cock and she opened her mouth and took the head of it in her. He cocked his head back in pleasure and closed his eyes. She began giving this total stranger who’s twice her age a blowjob and I was right there watching it.

This went on for about five minutes before he stopped her and made her stand up. He brought her over to the small dining room table and bent her over on it. She seemed a little nervous because she kept looking back and talking to him. He got on his knees and with one had stroked his cock while burying his face in her pussy. This man feasted on my wife.

This went on for about five minutes and I could tell she was loving every minute of it. Her eyes were rolled back and her mouth was half open. She was loving it.

Dave then got up and talked with her for a few seconds. Before I saw her nod her head. That was the go ahead.

Dave guided his cock to her pussy and had one hand on her shoulder. I watched as he sunk his thick tool in my wife. I watched her body quiver and her legs shake and her face react to it. You could tell she was not used to something that big inside of her. Dave started slow and I watched her face as she began to relax and it seemed to start to push back on him to match his rhythm. If I would’ve touched my cock at this point I would’ve blew right there.

I watched this made make love to my beautiful wife. He kissed her back and neck. Pulled her hair and brought her head back to meet him for a kiss. Her small tits pressed on the table as she took another man.

They fucked in that position for about 10 minutes before I watched him grab her hips and slow down. This man who, again was twice her age, was flooding her womb. I watched her lay her head down on the table as she seemed to be catching her breath.

At this point I left and went back to my room. 10 minutes passed by (felt like an eternity) and I heard the door latch pop and Jasmine walked in. She had the towel he had wrapped around him when he left the pool now wrapped around her.

“What took you so long, must have been some good convo” I said laughing

“He was right. You knew!” She said as climbing into the bed.

“We were drinking and he mentioned how he was given the blessing by you. I honestly didn’t know if I should’ve believed him but it’s good to know he was right.” She said.

“So you wouldn’t have stopped anyway? You wanted it huh” I replied.

“You’re so dumb. I looked up the hotel. I knew what you were trying to do” she said laughing.

We began to kiss in the bed before she stopped and pulled away.

“Wait, since you want to go and plan stuff, you should get to enjoy the fun with me” she said as she climbed up on me and straddled my face.

“I want you to taste him” she said as she pulled her bikini to the side and a big glob of cum dripped down to my chin.

I have never tasted another man’s, let alone mine, cum. Yet for the next 10 minutes I ate the seed of another man who bred my wife.

We then had the best sex I’ve ever had with her that night.

The next morning we both woke up around 11am and she rolled over while checking her phone.

“He invited me over for brunch”

At a company outing, a coworker from another department was drunk and whispered, "I bet I can make you cum harder than your husband."

We had been flirting for over a year and my husband knew and was jokingly open to the idea of letting us fuck if he could watch. I whispered back, "I've never had a big black cock before." I smirked, "Are you okay with my husband watching?"

A hesitant pause on his face said, "Oh."

He came home with me in an Uber. In our bedroom, my coworker's arm was wrapped around my waist and his fingers were furiously rubbing my clit while I struggled to hold back my orgasm, sitting straight up on him with his big black cock deep in my pussy. My round white ass was pushed up against him and the immense pleasure made me grind on the black cock that had stretched and filled me but he told me to stop or he was going to cum. The naughty rebellious urge and idea of making another man cum in me quickly made me want to grind harder but he forcibly made me stop with his other arm in submission.

Honestly, it was a noticeable size difference compared to my husband's smaller dick. I moaned out a sigh of release so hard that my coworker responded with, "I told you. Cum for me, slut." My eyes were closed until my body gave in and I came hard. I looked up at my pathetic first-time cucked husband watching from the corner of the room holding his limp dick that had prematurely cum when he came home late from the office again and saw me trying to suck my coworker's cock like I was his whore.

For the next 15 minutes, I was obediently on my knees on the edge of the bed in doggy with my ass up and back arched for my coworker's pleasure and ignoring my husband. He was gripping onto my small waist, squeezing my ass, feeling up my boobs all the while pounding and pumping my wet pussy. My coworker commented, "There is so much cream, are you normally like this?" I struggled to respond with his cock coming in and out of me, "No." Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my abandoned husband was hard again.

He mentioned out of breath, "Your ass is so amazing." So I asked him, "Where do you want to cum?" He was scrambling to respond, "Fuck. I'm going to cum . . . in your mouth . . . in your mouth." Rushing to turn around, I submissively put my mouth around the head of his cock and swallowed continuously as he released into my mouth.

I suggested that it was probably best for my husband to sleep in the guest bedroom but we will leave the main bedroom door open for him to watch if he wants. I smirked and told him that we will probably fuck all night long. In reality we slept until the morning although I did wake up to my coworker's morning wood pushed up against me. We didn't want to wake my husband so he silently ate me out until I came and fucked me gently in missionary with my legs wrapped around him to deliver a load of cum deep in my pussy. Afterwards he quietly slipped out, my husband didn't realize he was having sloppy seconds and thought I was just really wet.

I'm not sure this even counts as a cuck story but it's the only place I could think that might be adjacent enough to understand.

So for backstory I'm Ryan and my wife is Hannah (fake names). We've been together for 8 years, married for 6, and basically we were eachothers first everything. I got a few blowjobs from a girl before her but neither of us had actual sex before. My dick is still the only one she's touched lol

Hannah is really shy about sex. We actually have a decent sex life, probably like 2-3 times a wk. But she's extremely vanilla and I've tried gently nudging her to more kinky stuff but stopped short of full on being pushy because I don't want to be that guy. So mostly we just make out for a bit and do missionary. I'm v v attracted to her so I still cum and I still feel lucky even tho it's not the most exciting.

But when I say she's shy I mean, she is ridiculously self conscious about her body even after I tell her how sexy and beautiful she is. (She's 5'2, blonde, thin but a little curvy, picture like a Sabrina Carpenter body but less "Hollywood" if that makes sense).

She's let me go down on her a couple of times but she gets embarrassed after about ten seconds and like literally twists her pussy away from my mouth lol. In her words she "doesn't understand why I'd even want to, it's gross." She's also never really gone down on me. I got her to lick it a little but it's not her thing, she gagged on my precum once and I think because she works at a dentist office it made her really weird about stuff going in her mouth.

She doesn't love cum in general bc of the texture and even tho we fuck raw and she's on birth control she doesn't like me to cum inside her so I usually end up pulling out and shooting on myself or the towel she puts under her. I'll be able to cum inside her eventually (I've only ever done this in condoms so far) because we want kids. But right now we're not financially stable.

Needless to say, we do no have anal, and she does not let me touch her asshole whatsoever. Every once in a while she'll let me do doggy but only with the lights off bc she doesn't want me to see it. This is my biggest gripe because I am an ass guy and hers is so sexy (when I manage to sneak a peek lol) but nope. This doesn't have anything to do with the story but I actually started fingering my own asshole bc I wanted to know what it felt like and now I have a little prostate massager I take into the shower when she's not home lmao

I'm probably giving way too much info here, but I feel like you need to understand what Hannah is normally like bc otherwise what happened this weekend doesn't sound nearly as crazy.

Okay, so a few months ago I got laid off.

I work in the nonprofit world, mostly environmental/climate stuff, which I love but it's always been a bit of a struggle finding someone to pay me a living wage. Hannah is a dental tech, which is like a hygenist but pays worse, so losing my income hit us pretty hard and I've been applying everywhere. Last week I FINALLY got an offer. Great organization, more money than I was making before, exactly the kind of thing I wanted.

The only problem is they wanted me to start right away and the job is in LA. Me and Hannah lived in Phoenix so that was going to be tough (we grew up Mormon in Mesa fyi... yeah lol that's another story). So basically we thought about it for like a day and then said fuck it. Our lease was almost up anyway and we don't have kids so we pretty much threw all our stuff into our cars and drove to LA.

Obviously we didn't want to rush into signing a new lease in LA without looking at our options, so I asked my friend Ezra (fake name) if we could stay with him for a week or so while we looked for an apartment.

About Ezra: me and him met in band class in high school lol. He was really cool and chill and we became pretty good friends. He ended up being REALLY good at a bunch of instruments and ended up moving out to LA to pursue music. We're pretty different honestly but we've kept in touch through social media and whatnot.

He's skinny, white, covered in tattoos, shaggy hair, wear like tons of rings on his fingers etc. If you know the musician Role Model, that's kind of his vibe. On the other hand, I'm extremely basic-looking exMormon white guy haha. Short blonde hair, clean shaven, my clothes are pretty much from the Gap.

The biggest difference tho was that Ezra's personality. He's not loud or obnoxious, or like some "alpha male" bro. If anything I'd say he's the opposite. He's quiet. Really smart. Kind of like a zen vibe. He smokes a lot of pot so that might be part of it. You can tell him the most fucked up thing you've ever done in your life and he'll just look at you be like "cool." lol

Anyway Ezra has an apartment with a spare bedroom. He'd done some tours and stuff playing guitar for this pop singer so I guess it paid pretty well bc the place was pretty nice. I'm supposed to start working on the 31st and we got there around 6 last Friday so we'd have like 10 days to find a place and get settled.

We ordered some Thai food, drank a couple beers, and it was really good to just have a night to decompress and catch up. Hannah had only met Ezra once before this at our wedding and I was actually a little worried she'd find him intimidating bc he's very different from most of our phoenix friends. But they actually ended up talking about music for like an hour. Hannah normally takes forever to warm up to new people, so I was pretty surprised by how comfortable she seemed.

At some point she said she was going to shower. "Towels in the linen closet," Ezra told her, barely even looking up.

We heard a closet opening and then 20 seconds later, we hear her from down the hall. "Oh my god!"

I jump up, heading down the hallway. "What? Are you okay?"

She had a closet door open. She's crouching by one of the shelves, I see she's pulled out one of those big fabric storage cubes. The inside was full of women's underwear. Not like 5 pairs. It was basically full. I'm not sure what the styles are called exactly but there was regular panties, thongs, g-strings, like lace lingerie types. Everything.

I think at that point mine and Hannah's minds were both going to strange places. I immediately thought maybe he had a fetish where he liked wearing women's underwear. There are weirder things.

Ezra walked up behind us, like, "Sorry. Probably should've warned you about that."

He opened the closet on the opposite side of the hall, where the towels were. Hannah turned red so fast. I laughed, trying to clear the air. "Hey man, it's fine. We're not here to kink shame."

I start to push the cube back into onto the shelf, but Hannah's curiosity got the better of her. "I don't get it. What IS the kink?"

Ezra looked at me, then back to Hannah, then casually he goes,

"They're kind of like trophies, I guess."

"Trophies for what?" Hannah won't drop it.

"Women I've slept with."

Hannah scoffs, can't wrap her head around it. "You've slept with THIS many women? Yeah right."

"Well, no. These are from the women I've slept with TWICE."

Me and Hannah stood there stunned as Ezra explained that when after he has sex with someone for the first time, he tells them that if they want to sleep with him again, he gets to keep their underwear. That's how he phrased it. First time is free. But if you want more, he gets a souvenir.

Hannah wasn't buying it. "I refuse to believe that THAT many women are THAT desperate."

Ezra shrugged. Didn't argue didn't brag. He just reached up and removed a cube from a higher shelf. This one was full of men's underwear. Boxers, briefs, jock straps, the works. Not as full as the women's box but definitely not empty.

"It's not just women," he said with a little smile. Then he put the cube back, handed her a towel, and walked away.

That was it. Neither Hannah and I knew what to say, so we laughed it off.

Now this is where I think it gets a little strange, and I'd love some perspective. Maybe twenty minutes later Hannah comes into our room after her shower. She usually wears full pajamas to bed but she'd decided to put on one of my shirts. It was baggy on her and honestly super hot.

She got in bed with me and immediately was says, "Do you think he's bullshitting us?"

"No clue," I said. "We didn't really talk about sex when we were in high school bc I was still a naive little mormon boy. But I did hear... rumors."

She just looked at me.

"What rumors?" she said. "Like he has a huge dick?"

I was so surprised, I laughed. She smacked me.

"Why are you laughing??"

"I've just never heard you talk like that about someone. It's funny."

"Shut up," she said. "Seriously tho."

"I mean, I have no idea if the rumors were true. But... yeah, apparently it's pretty large."

When I said that, I feel like I saw gears begin to turn behind her eyes. I don't really know how else to explain it.

"That turns you on, doesn't it?" I asked.

"No," she said, too fast.

"Prove it, then," I said. "Take off your underwear."

"I'm... not wearing any."

She bit her lip. It was the hottest thing she's ever said to me followed by the hottest look she's ever given me. I immediately reached under my oversized shirt, feeling her skin and nothing else.

"What has gotten into you?" I asked, amazed.

"Go down on me."

I couldn't believe my ears. Somehow this underwear box had her more turned on that I've ever seen her, and I was fine with it if this was the outcome. I didn't wait for her to tell me twice. I dove to her pussy and took her clit into my mouth. Instantly my chin was covered with her wetnesses. I felt her vagina.

"This is the wettest you've ever been," I said, and I got back to licking. She moaned softly, still not comfortable enough to put on a show for Ezra in the next room, apparently. But loud enough for me to know I was doing a good job.

"You taste so good, baby," I said when I came up for air. "You're so sexy."

"Oh... oh fuck... I think I'm gonna cum. Holy shit..."

This was huge. She'd never let me go down on her long enough to make her cum. I didn't slow down, circling her clit with my tongue, lapping at it gently, then harder...

"I'M CUMMING," she moaned, eyes closed, quivering intensely, trapping my head between her legs, not letting me get away until she rode out her orgasm. "HOLY fuck, oh my god baby, that was so great."

Her shaking slowed to a few random twitches. She exhaled, spent. I kissed her up her body until I reached her tits. I was hard as a rock by this point, obviously. I laid my dick between her sexy C-cup tits.

"You wanna return the favor?"

Hannah sighed. "I'm sorry, baby... That felt so good. I came so hard, thank you so much... But after all the driving today, I just think I need to go to sleep," she gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight Ry, love you."

She rolled over and was asleep with minutes. I was bummed, but honestly she came so hard that I wasn't surprised it took a lot out of her. On the other hand, I was not going to be able to sleep without busting so I snuck out to the bathroom and jacked off into the toilet.

There's been 2 nights since then and me and Hannah fucked hard both nights. Last night she even rode me which she hardly ever does. She still hasn't given me a blowjob, but I'm not that bugged bc WOW this is the best sex we've ever had.

I'm pretty sure this is all happening bc she found that box of panties but I don't really know what that means? I don't think anything is going on between her and Ezra, they've been completely normal the last two days, no flirting or anything. But I also can't help but feel like he managed to turn her on in a way I've never been able to in 8 years. Am I overthinking this??

TL;DR: My sexually shy wife accidentally found my musician friend's large collection of underwear from previous partners and we proceeded to have the most uninhibited sex we've ever had. What does this mean?

Hey everyone! Been ages since I last posted here. This marks two years since my original question about whether I could ease my boyfriend into this lifestyle. Got amazing advice back then and even shared a six-month progress report:

So much has happened since. I kept incorporating this massive dildo whenever we slept together basically every single time. Started wearing more revealing outfits whenever I went out, and even found some wild new girlfriends who cheered me on. Also began training with plugs to prep for more.

Plenty of you suggested dropping hints about bringing someone else in and cutting back on how often he gets me. I followed through. He wasn't thrilled, but I scaled us back from three times weekly to three times monthly. Constantly mentioned how he measured up against Derek that's what I named the toy after this gorgeous guy from my gym who I always flirted with.

After months of "joking" about adding a third, he finally cracked. We found someone attractive on an app who absolutely knew what he was doing. I played it cool afterward, didn't gush too much about how incredible it was, just so he wouldn't shut down the idea. Strategy worked. I started giving him more attention oral and actual sex whenever we had these encounters, so in his head the equation became: more threesomes equals more rewards for me. Every guy we invited was noticeably more endowed than my boyfriend, which honestly wasn't difficult to arrange.

During these sessions I made sure he finished last, keeping him riled up the whole time. Once he popped too early and got moody, so I asked for advice here and learned keeping him on edge was crucial. So the dynamic shifted I spent about sixty percent of my energy on our guest, forty on him. Gradually dialed his participation down even more while maintaining those post-session rewards. Eventually he was mostly just observing while I got railed.

Some of you DMed me yeah, I remember who and said the next step was locking him up and taking Derek for a real ride. Challenge accepted. Bought a cage "as a gag," suggested wouldn't it be hilarious if he wore it during our next adventure. He resisted hard, but a few promises of enthusiastic head later and I had him secured. That changed everything. New pattern established: plan a threesome, cage goes on, enthusiastic appreciation follows. He was basically already there in spirit.

The final piece was actually sleeping with my gym crush. The whole motivation behind this journey. Lucky for me, he had switched locations by then, so no more workplace complications. Told my boyfriend I met this guy through friends and wanted him to join us. By now my man was so conditioned he barely questioned it and said yes.

Holy. Shit. The chemistry was unreal. The size difference was almost comical. I'm pretty sure I made sounds that would break a normal man's confidence. He became my standing arrangement and we still meet up regularly. Finally ditched the protection rule too let Derek be the first to finish inside me. Watching my boyfriend process that was something else, but he adapted quickly. I've explored so much with him that my boyfriend will never experience backdoor play, watersports, group scenarios with other women and men, you name it. Knowing these are exclusively mine with Derek while my boyfriend stays caged sends me over the edge every single time. It's like I become someone else entirely, hard to describe.

A few clarifications. I adore him deeply and we're still planning our wedding. Our intimate life has just never been this fulfilling. I have this incredible regular who fills me constantly in every way possible. My boyfriend has embraced his role as my locked observer. He still gets occasional intimacy with barriers and oral attention. Our bond feels stronger than ever. This whole evolution took roughly two years. That's reality. Not sure if I'll update again, but this is my life right now and I've genuinely never been more content :)

For 10 years I encouraged my wife to cuck me without success and then something changed which transformed her in a Hotwife. 13 years ago she started going out with her recently divorced friend who was looking for some casual action and would be flirting with guys left, right and centre - this triggered something in my wife as she would get hit on as well and it was only at this point that she thought why the hell not seeing she knew I had a cuck fantasy. What transpired was a wild 2 years where she would go out with her friend every other weekend while I sat at home and looked after our son (and sometimes her friends son) while their mothers were out getting fucked by younger hot guys.

My wife told her friend that I was a cuck so that then gave her free rein to hook up with guys whenever the opportunity arose. The added dimension was that her friend would playfully tease me about being a cuck and would occasionally send me pics of my wife with a guy in a bar telling me that my wife would probably be late home and not to wait up!
I could never sleep and my wife would sometimes send me pics of herself just before she was about to get fucked or send me a text saying ‘Your slutty wife is going to be naughty again!’
My cock would be so hard and would leak so much precum thinking of my wife being a dirty little whore for another guy.
Whenever she got home I would be desperate to reclaim her!
She fucked 11 guys across those 2 years and played with a load more!
Her friend finally met someone and settled down but my wife continued to be a hotwife on and off over those 13 years and still is to this day. Whilst it’s not as frequent she knows she has a permanent hall pass and if the opportunity arises she will go for it. There are so many tales tell of her hotwife adventures I think I could write a book

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After a night out once a friend I've known for years invited me round to his to carry on drinking, after a few more he started to show me pictures of his wife and then videos of him fucking her. I told him she looked really hot in all of them to which he asked if I wanted to fuck her.

I was abit taken back but I said yeah I'd fuck her thinking it was just a hypothetical. That's when it all got really interesting, he told me to following him upstairs to his and his wife's room, his wife was asleep in the bed, he woke her up and said I was here to fuck her, she had known me for years I didn't know what to expect but she looked on me with a smile and all 5ft 1 of her grabbed me sat me on the edge of the bed and pull my shorts off and began to suck my cock, no warm up or anything just balls deep throating. We spent the night and lot of the morning fucking, I came in her mouth and her pussy over and over but my friend wouldn't let me play with her ass. He did however spend a good hour eating her pussy when I was finished with her.

After a few days I got a call from her asking what I was doing, she told me to pick her up and take her up in the local national park near our city, so I did. I picked her up and drove her out to a secluded parking area, it was there she pulled her skirt off to show that she had a butt plug in her ass and asked me to fuck her, we spent an hour or so fucking around before I filled her ass with cum and she plugged it up and asked me to drop her home - just after I got home I ahd a video come through of her sat on my friends face as he at the cum straight out of her ass.

Since then I'm picking her up and fucking her 3 or 4 times a week, some times she sends pics or videos to him and sometimes she refuses to tell him anything about it. She's stopped letting him reclaim her anymore and sometimes uses his card to buy us food. I feel bad sometimes but anytime she calls I lose any will power to say no.

I’m F19, Singaporean, currently studying at uni. My boyfriend also is 19 and weve been together almost two years. He’s the sweetest guy, a bit shy in bed, always very gentle with me. For the past few months he’s been dropping little comments about how hot it would be if I ever “tried something different” or if he could just watch. At first I thought he was joking. Then one night after sex he admitted he’s been fantasizing about me with another guy for ages. I was shocked… and a little curious. We talked about it for weeks. Rules were clear: condom always, I choose the guy, he only watches, no touching unless I say so, and we stop the second I feel weird. Last Saturday we actually did it.

I matched with a guy on an app 26, Chinese Singaporean, tall, gym body, very confident. We met at a hotel near Orchard. My boyfriend waited in the lobby for 20 minutes so it wouldn’t feel rushed, then came up. I was nervous as hell. The guy was polite but direct. He kissed me while my boyfriend sat on the chair in the corner. When he started undressing me I looked over and saw my boyfriend already hard, just watching. That somehow made me wetter than I expected. The sex was… different. Harder, deeper, the way the guy held my hips and talked to me. I came twice before he even finished. My boyfriend never moved from the chair, just stroked himself slowly and kept eye contact with me the whole time. After the guy left, my boyfriend came over and held me. He was shaking a bit too. We both came again just from talking about what happened. I still feel a bit guilty and a lot turned on. Part of me wants to do it again. Part of me is scared this changes something between us. Has anyone else felt this mix of “that was so hot” and “what the fuck did we just do” after the first time?

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Aiden’s tongue stilled against her. For a second he stayed there, breath warm against her wet skin, before he slowly pulled back and looked up the length of her body.

His expression was complicated — aroused, conflicted, and honest.

“I don’t think I could do that,” he said quietly. “Lick you after he’s finished inside you.”

He rested his cheek lightly against her inner thigh, still close but no longer tasting her, as the memories surfaced.

He could still picture her that afternoon in Jonas’s backyard — the way she had looked afterward, flushed and trembling, thick white cum already starting to leak down her thighs as she tried to stand. And then again just three nights ago, when she had come home on Tuesday. The moment he had pulled her thong down and seen the mess between her legs. There had been so much of it. Jonas’s cum had coated her puffy, reddened lips, clung to her smooth mound, and slowly dripped from her in heavy strands. The scent alone had been thick and unmistakable.

Aiden shook his head slightly, still looking up at her.

“There was so much of him both times. I can’t really imagine putting my mouth on you when you’re like that. It’s… a lot.”

Jenna’s face flushed with sudden embarrassment. She closed her legs a little, one hand moving as if to cover herself before she stopped and simply rested it on her stomach.

“It’s okay,” she said quickly, voice soft and a little self-conscious. “It’s just a fantasy. I didn’t mean you had to want that. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

She offered him a small, slightly awkward smile, clearly trying to ease the moment without making him feel pressured.

Aiden stayed where he was, kneeling between Jenna’s open thighs, and let his eyes move over her slowly.

He looked — really looked — at the soft, parted folds of her labia, still glistening from his earlier attention. Then higher, across the smooth, flat plane of her stomach, and further still to the full weight of her breasts, the nipples still tight from his mouth. She was beautiful. Objectively, quietly, devastatingly beautiful in a way that still caught him off guard sometimes.

And tonight that body would be under Jonas again.

The thought landed with its usual complicated weight. This was the body that should belong to him — the woman he married, the wife he loved — yet here she was, about to walk across the street and surrender every part of herself to their older Black neighbor because Aiden had chosen this. Because he had agreed to it, encouraged it, and now craved the sharp edge of what it did to both of them.

He pictured her pussy as it looked right now: pretty, pink, neat, and only lightly swollen from their teasing. Then he pictured it later tonight — reddened, stretched, shiny with excess, a thick load of Jonas’s cum slowly leaking from her as she stood in their bedroom doorway the way she had on Tuesday. The contrast made his stomach tighten.

Her fantasy echoed in his mind. The idea of putting his mouth on her afterward, of licking another man’s cum from between her labia, still stirred something close to repulsion in him. It felt like a line he wasn’t sure he could cross. And yet the broader image — Jenna filled again, marked again, coming home to him carrying the evidence — sent a heavy pulse of arousal straight through him. The repulsion and the heat lived side by side, neither canceling the other out.

Aiden leaned back in.

He dragged his tongue in a slow, teasing stroke through her folds once more, tasting only her, keeping the contact light and deliberate as the conflicting images continued to turn over in his head.

He licked through her folds with long, flat strokes, then focused on her clit with lighter, circling flicks of his tongue that made her hips shift restlessly against the couch.

He worked her that way for a while, building the pleasure carefully, never giving her quite enough pressure to tip over. Jenna’s breathing grew shorter. Soft, needy sounds began escaping her throat.

Then Aiden did something new.

He slid his hands under her thighs and tilted her hips up slightly, exposing more of her. For a second he simply looked — at the soft, pretty pink pucker of her asshole, clean and tight and previously untouched by his mouth. He leaned in and dragged his tongue over it in one slow, experimental stroke.

Jenna’s whole body jolted. A sharp, surprised gasp left her.

Aiden did it again, slower this time, licking across the sensitive rim before circling it with the tip of his tongue. The intimate, forbidden contact made her thighs tremble on either side of his head. He spent long moments there, alternating between broad licks over her asshole and returning to her dripping pussy, keeping her caught between the two sensations.

He built her higher and higher. His tongue moved with focused intent now — firm strokes over her clit, deep licks through her folds, then back down to tease that tight pink hole until Jenna was panting and rocking against his face. Her hands found his hair. Her stomach tightened. The first warning flutters of orgasm began to gather low in her core.

Aiden felt it.

Just as her thighs started to shake in earnest and her breath turned into short, desperate moans, he pulled his mouth away completely.

Jenna cried out softly at the loss, her hips lifting off the couch in instinctive search of contact that was no longer there. She was left trembling, flushed, and aching on the edge — so close that the sudden absence felt almost cruel. Her pussy clenched around nothing, glistening and swollen, her body strung tight with unfinished need.

Aiden stayed kneeling between her legs, watching her with dark eyes as she tried to catch her breath, clearly aware of exactly how close he had brought her… and exactly how deliberately he had stopped.

Jenna looked down at Aiden kneeling between her legs and gave him a slow, deliberate smile — one that made it clear the dynamic was about to shift.

“Lay down,” she said softly.

Aiden obeyed, stretching out on his back along the couch. The moment he was settled, Jenna moved. She climbed between his legs and settled onto her stomach, bringing her face level with his hard, aching cock. There was no rush in her movements. The intent was obvious: she was going to return the favor, and she was going to take her time doing it.

She started with almost nothing — just the lightest brush of her lips against the head of his cock. Then a slow, warm kiss to the underside of the shaft. Another to the heavy weight of his balls. The touches were soft, deliberate, and maddeningly gentle. When she finally let her tongue slip out, it was only to drag it in a long, unhurried stroke from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, then back down to kiss and lick lightly over his balls.

The heat of her mouth was exquisite against his sensitive skin. Every slow lick and open-mouthed kiss sent a fresh pulse of need through him. She never took him fully between her lips. She never gave him steady suction or rhythm. She only teased — tasting, kissing, breathing warm air across the wet trails she left behind.

After a particularly slow lick up the underside of his cock, Jenna lifted her eyes to his face. Her voice was quiet, intimate, and edged with quiet intent.

“I want you hard and in need tonight,” she murmured against his skin. “The whole time I’m across the street with Jonas… I want you aching. I want you thinking about what he’s doing to me and not being able to do anything about it.”

She punctuated the words with another soft, lingering kiss to the head of his cock, then a gentle suckle that lasted only a second before she pulled away again, leaving him throbbing and wet from her mouth.

Jenna continued the slow, torturous attention — lips and tongue moving lazily over his cock and balls — making it very clear she intended to keep him right there on the edge for as long as she wanted.

Jenna’s hands slid under Aiden’s thighs. She lifted them gently but firmly, guiding his knees upward and outward. The shift in position made his intent immediately clear. Aiden’s breath caught as understanding settled over him — he knew exactly where her mouth was headed next.

He spread his legs wider for her, offering himself without resistance.

Jenna’s tongue left his balls and began a slow, deliberate path downward. She licked over the sensitive skin of his taint in long, warm strokes, taking her time, letting him feel every inch of the progression. The closer she moved toward his hole, the more his stomach tightened with anticipation.

Then her tongue reached him.

The first contact was soft and exploratory — a slow, wet drag of her tongue directly over his tight asshole. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. The intimate heat of her mouth against that most private place sent a sharp, unexpected wave of pure pleasure through him. Jenna licked him again, slower this time, flattening her tongue and dragging it firmly across the sensitive rim before circling it with the tip.

Aiden groaned, the sound low and involuntary.

She settled in and began to rim him properly. Her tongue moved in unhurried, focused patterns — broad wet strokes over his hole, tight circles around the entrance, then pointed flicks that teased the center. Every pass of her warm, soft tongue felt exquisite against the nerve-rich skin. The wet heat, the gentle pressure, the sheer intimacy of his wife’s mouth working over his asshole with such deliberate care made his cock throb heavily against his stomach. Pleasure radiated outward in slow pulses, unfamiliar and intensely good.

Jenna kept the pace torturously slow, never rushing, simply licking and kissing and tasting him there while his thighs trembled on either side of her head. The focused attention on his hole left him breathing hard, completely at the mercy of the soft, relentless pleasure of her tongue.

Jenna moaned softly into him, the vibration traveling straight through the sensitive rim of his asshole as her tongue began to push more purposefully. She no longer stayed on the surface. The tip of her tongue pressed inward, probing the tight entrance, then licked deeper in slow, wet thrusts. Each time she pushed forward, the soft, warm muscle of her tongue stretched him just enough to send sharp, unfamiliar sparks of pure pleasure racing up his spine.

The feeling was beyond anything Aiden had ever imagined. No fantasy had prepared him for the concentrated, intimate ecstasy of his wife’s tongue working inside his hole. Every wet stroke, every gentle probe, every soft moan she breathed against him made his cock jerk and leak steadily onto his stomach.

Her earlier words rose unbidden in his mind — the teasing reminder that she would be with Jonas later. The image of Jenna on her knees for their neighbor, tongue buried in Jonas’s ass the same way it was buried in his right now, slammed into him with humiliating force. The jealousy and the arousal tangled together until he could barely separate them.

Jenna felt him getting closer. She spread his cheeks wider with both hands, opening him completely, and drove her tongue deeper. She licked him with focused, relentless hunger — long wet strokes, pointed thrusts, the flat of her tongue dragging firmly over the stretched rim before pushing inside again. The wet sounds of her mouth working his asshole filled the quiet living room.

Aiden’s body tightened without warning.

The orgasm crashed through him so suddenly he barely had time to register it. His back arched hard off the couch. A thick, hot jet of cum erupted from his cock and landed across his stomach, followed immediately by another that streaked higher onto his chest. Pulse after powerful pulse followed — heavy ropes of cum splashing over his belly, his chest, even reaching his collarbone, his chin, and the corner of his lips as his body convulsed.

Through every spurt, his asshole clenched rhythmically around Jenna’s tongue. The tight, involuntary contractions milked the invading muscle while wave after wave of intense, unfamiliar pleasure rolled through him. He kept coming longer than he thought possible, the sensations radiating outward from the place where her tongue was still buried inside him, turning the orgasm into something deeper and more consuming than any he had experienced before.

Jenna stayed with him through it, moaning softly into his hole, her tongue still moving even as his sphincter fluttered and gripped her, riding out every last shuddering pulse of his climax.

Jenna pulled her mouth away from him slowly, a bright, wicked little giggle escaping her as she looked up the length of his trembling body.

“Naughty boy,” she teased, voice warm and breathless. “You weren’t supposed to come yet. Look at the mess you made.”

Her eyes traveled over the thick ropes of cum streaked across his stomach, chest, and face. She licked her lips openly, clearly appreciating the sight.

“God… you came so much for me.”

She lowered her head again and wrapped her lips around the still-sensitive tip of his cock, gently sucking away the last thick bead of cum that clung there. A soft, appreciative hum left her throat as she tasted him. Then she began following the messy trail upward — long, deliberate licks across the hard plane of his abs, gathering every streak of warm cum with her tongue and slurping it into her mouth. She moved higher, cleaning his chest with wet, thorough strokes, all the while murmuring between licks.

“So naughty… coming all over yourself while I had my tongue in your ass. Look at how much you gave me.”

Jenna kept going until she reached his chin. A heavy strand of his cum still clung there. She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly across it, collecting it, then immediately sealed her mouth over his in a deep, hungry kiss.

She was ablaze with lust. Her tongue pushed past his lips without hesitation, feeding him his own cum in thick, salty pulses as she kissed him wildly. The kiss was messy and open and filthy — her soft moans vibrating into his mouth while she shared every drop she had gathered from his body. Her hands braced on either side of his head as she leaned over him, kissing him like she couldn’t get enough of the taste or the act of making him take it back.

Aiden could only groan into the kiss as his wife, still flushed and shining with residual need of her own, pushed his own release deeper into his mouth.

Aiden’s body was still heavy and loose from the intensity of his orgasm, the sharp edge of need temporarily blunted. With that urgency gone, his awareness sharpened in a different way. He could feel how tightly Jenna was wound — the restless energy in the way she kissed him, the soft, needy sounds she made into his mouth, the way her body pressed against his as if she still needed something more. She was deeply, unmistakably aroused, and the knowledge of it settled over him with quiet clarity.

Her tongue pushed another thick pulse of his own cum into his mouth.

The texture was unmistakable — warm, slightly viscous, coating his tongue in a heavy film before he instinctively swallowed. The taste followed a second later: salty, faintly bitter, and intimately familiar in a way that still felt strange to experience from this direction. It was his own release, gathered from his stomach and chest and chin, now being fed back to him by his wife’s insistent tongue.

A sharp flicker of repulsion moved through him. There was something raw and almost degrading about accepting it this way — about lying there while Jenna, eyes dark with lust, deliberately shared the mess he had made. The act sat right at the edge of what he found comfortable. And yet the repulsion did not cancel the arousal that still lingered underneath. If anything, the two sensations twisted together. The very thing that made his stomach tighten also made his spent cock give a weak, helpless twitch against her thigh.

Her recent fantasy rose unbidden in his mind.

Only a short while ago she had admitted, flushed and hesitant, that she had been picturing him licking Jonas’s cum from between her labia. At the time he had told her honestly that he didn’t think he could do it. Now, with the taste of his own seed still on his tongue and Jenna kissing him like she was trying to crawl inside him, the parallel felt uncomfortably close. She was making him take his own cum the way she had imagined him taking another man’s. The connection sent a complicated ripple of emotion through him — discomfort, reluctant heat, and a deeper awareness of just how far the two of them had already traveled into territory neither of them once would have recognized.

Aiden kissed her back anyway.

Even with the mixed feelings turning over in his chest, even with the lingering taste and the knowledge of what it represented, he didn’t pull away. He let her feed him, let her claim his mouth with that wild, cum-slick hunger, while the full weight of their evolving dynamic settled more firmly around them both.

Jenna slowly pulled back from the kiss, her lips still shiny and slightly swollen. She hovered over him, one hand resting lightly on his chest, and looked down into his eyes with a clear mixture of love and lingering lust.

“I love you,” she said softly.

Aiden’s expression softened. He reached up and brushed a strand of blonde hair away from her face.

“I love you too,” he answered. Then a quiet giggle escaped him before he could stop it. He shook his head against the couch cushion, still looking up at her with a mix of affection and mild disbelief. “What are you trying to do to me, Jen?”

She smiled and leaned down again, giving him another slower, sweeter kiss this time — less frantic than before, but still warm and open.

“I just love sharing everything with you,” she murmured against his mouth.

Aiden laughed under his breath, the sound low and a little helpless.

“Maybe you share a bit too much sometimes,” he said, the meaning unmistakable as the residual taste of his own cum still lingered between them.

Jenna pulled back just far enough to meet his eyes again. A playful spark lit her expression even as her cheeks carried a faint flush.

“Well,” she countered, voice light and teasing, “you shouldn’t have given me so much to share… you naughty boy.”

She gave him one more quick kiss, then settled against his side with a small, satisfied smile, clearly pleased with both the chaos she had caused and the easy intimacy that still lived underneath it.

Jenna propped herself up on one elbow beside him, her expression turning playfully stern even as her eyes stayed warm.

“You weren’t supposed to come,” she reminded him softly. “I wanted you aching for me the whole time I’m with Jonas tonight.”

Aiden let out a breathless little huff of a laugh, still flushed and loose from the intensity of his orgasm.

“I didn’t even know I could come like that,” he admitted, glancing down at the drying streaks across his stomach and chest. “You didn’t touch my cock at all. Your tongue in my ass just felt… too good. I couldn’t hold it back.”

Jenna’s face broke into a quiet giggle at the honest confession. The sound was light and pleased.

Aiden reached up and brushed his fingers along her arm, his tone turning more sincere.

“I’ll still be aching the whole time you’re over there,” he promised. “That didn’t change anything. I’ll be thinking about what he’s doing to you and wanting you the entire night.”

She tilted her head, studying him with a teasing little smile.

“Does it really get you going?” she asked. “Knowing I’m with Jonas?”

“It does,” Aiden answered without hesitation. “A lot. Even more when I get to watch.”

The simple admission hung between them for a moment. Hearing him say it so plainly — that watching her with their neighbor aroused him — sent a fresh pulse of heat through Jenna’s still-unsatisfied body. She shifted against the couch, suddenly more aware of the unfinished need he had left her with earlier. Her pussy was still swollen and sensitive, her clit aching from being brought so close and then abandoned. Aiden may have come undone under her tongue, but she was still trembling with her own unresolved arousal.

She looked at him, the playful edge in her eyes now mixed with clear, quiet hunger.

Jenna’s eyes drifted down to Aiden’s spent cock, still soft against his thigh, then back up to his face with a slow, knowing smile.

“I’m going to spend the rest of the day teasing you,” she said quietly. “Keeping you right on the edge… getting you nice and ready for tonight while I’m with Jonas.”

The words alone were enough. Aiden felt a faint, involuntary twitch as blood began to stir again in his softened cock, the simple promise of a long day of denial and anticipation already working on him.

Jenna noticed. Her smile deepened just a little.

She pushed herself up from the couch and stood, completely comfortable in her nakedness. “I need to do a few things around the house,” she said lightly, as if the conversation hadn’t just turned charged again.

Then she turned and walked toward the kitchen.

There was a deliberate, unhurried sway in her hips as she moved — not exaggerated, but impossible to miss. The soft shift of her ass with each step, the way the morning light caught the curve of her waist and the full shape of her breasts as she glanced back once over her shoulder, made it clear the teasing had already begun.

Aiden stayed where he was on the couch, eyes following her every movement as she stepped into the kitchen and began gathering the dishes from the night before. Even something as ordinary as standing at the sink became charged under the weight of what she had just promised him… and what she would be doing later that night.

The rest of the late morning and early afternoon settled into an ordinary domestic rhythm that felt anything but ordinary.

Jenna started a load of laundry, bending at the waist to pull clothes from the dryer in a way that kept Aiden’s eyes fixed on the soft curve of her ass. When she carried the warm pile to the living room and began folding, she did it slowly, occasionally glancing up at him with a small, private smile while she smoothed T-shirts and paired socks. Every so often she would make a casual comment about the evening — how she still needed to shower before putting on the leather set, or how Jonas had mentioned wanting her early — and each remark sent another pulse of blood into Aiden’s cock until it was fully hard again, resting against his stomach as he tried (and mostly failed) to help with the chores.

They swept the floors together. Jenna moved past him more closely than necessary, the brush of her bare hip against his side deliberate. When she vacuumed, she made a show of working slowly around the furniture, the gentle sway of her breasts and the flex of her thighs keeping him distracted. At one point she paused, resting her weight on one leg, and looked over at the obvious erection he was no longer bothering to hide.

“You may have already come,” she said lightly, almost conversationally, “but I’ll get mine later… with Jonas.”

The simple statement, delivered while she stood naked in the middle of their living room holding a vacuum hose, made Aiden’s cock twitch visibly.

Lunch was quiet and charged. They ate leftover pasta at the kitchen island, still bare. Jenna sat across from him, one foot lightly brushing his calf under the counter as she ate, occasionally asking soft, pointed questions about how he was feeling or whether he was already thinking about what she would look like on her knees later. By the time they finished eating, Aiden’s erection was persistent and aching again, fully revived by hours of casual, relentless teasing and the constant knowledge of where her body would be that night.

Jenna noticed, of course. She always did. And the small, satisfied look she gave him made it clear she had every intention of keeping him in that state for the rest of the day.

Later that evening they stepped into the shower together. The hot water ran over both of them as Jenna handed Aiden the small razor and the bottle of shaving gel without a word. He understood immediately.

She braced one foot on the edge of the built-in bench and leaned back against the tiled wall, watching him with quiet intensity while he knelt in front of her. Aiden worked carefully, spreading the cool gel over her already smooth mound and the delicate folds of her labia. The symbolism of the act was not lost on either of them. He was preparing his wife’s most intimate skin for another man — making her soft and perfect so that Jonas would find her exactly the way he liked. Every slow pass of the razor felt deliberate, almost ceremonial. Jenna kept her eyes on Aiden’s face the entire time, clearly aware of what the moment meant to both of them.

When he finished, he rinsed her gently with the handheld showerhead, running his fingers over the newly smooth skin to check his work. Jenna’s breath had grown a little shorter by the end of it.

They turned the water off. Steam still hung thick in the air as Aiden stood. His cock was fully hard again, flushed and standing out from his body, the clear result of kneeling between his wife’s legs and carefully grooming her for someone else.

Jenna’s eyes dropped to it. A soft giggle escaped her.

“Look at you,” she said, voice warm with amusement and heat. “You’re so hard just from preparing me for him.” She stepped closer, water still beading on her skin, and let her fingers brush lightly along his shaft. “It reminds me of the first time I wore something revealing for Jonas… when I was still just ‘helping’ him around the house. You got so hard then too. Watching me walk over there in those little shorts and that tight top.”

She looked up at him, eyes soft but knowing.

“The idea of presenting me for another man has always gotten to you, hasn’t it?”

Aiden didn’t deny it. The evidence was right there between them — his modest but unmistakably rigid cock aching while his newly shaved wife stood naked and ready for the night ahead.

Jenna’s fingers wrapped loosely around Aiden’s cock, stroking him with a light, teasing touch — not enough to build him toward anything, just enough to keep him aware of her attention. She looked down at him with open affection, her thumb brushing slowly over the head.

“I love you,” she said softly. “And I love this cute penis of yours.” She gave him another gentle stroke, her smile warm and a little mischievous. “But I also love getting more from Jonas.”

The honesty in her voice was quiet but clear. She watched his face carefully as she continued the slow, idle teasing with her fingers.

“You love it too, don’t you?” she prodded gently. “Knowing I get stretched and filled by him… knowing I come home to you afterward. You can say it.”

Aiden’s breath left him in a short, uneven exhale. After a moment he nodded, the admission coming out low.

“I do. I love it.”

The words hung between them, charged and intimate.

Jenna gave his cock one last soft squeeze, then released him and stepped over to the counter where the black leather set was waiting. She picked it up piece by piece and began putting it on in front of him.

First the wide leather collar buckled snugly around her throat. Then the harness straps that framed her full breasts while leaving them completely exposed, the thin bands of black leather cutting clean lines across her pale skin. She stepped into the matching thong, drawing it up over her newly shaved mound until the narrow strip of material settled between her cheeks. The final straps connected everything into a deliberate, revealing whole.

The sexual charge in the bathroom was thick and unspoken. Aiden stood watching his wife transform herself for another man, his cock still rigid and flushed from her teasing. Jenna moved with calm, unhurried purpose, fully aware of his eyes on her. Every buckle she fastened, every adjustment of a strap, carried the weight of what the evening would bring — and of the shared, complicated desire that had brought them both to this moment. The air between them felt heavy with anticipation, love, jealousy, and a mutual arousal neither of them was trying to hide.

Jenna stood in front of the bathroom mirror and finished the last details of her hair and makeup with steady hands. Soft waves framed her face. Her lipstick was a carefully chosen shade — nothing too dramatic, but still rich enough that it would look intentional when Jonas saw her. When she was satisfied, she stepped into the bedroom and opened the closet.

She chose a modest summer dress in a pale blue that fell just below her knees. The fabric was light and opaque enough to completely hide the black leather harness and thong underneath. It was the same quiet strategy she had used many times before: ordinary on the outside, deliberately prepared underneath. The only things she couldn’t fully disguise were the strappy black heels that added a few inches to her height and made her posture change in a way that felt less innocent. She slipped a light scarf around her neck and arranged it carefully so that the wide leather collar disappeared beneath the soft fabric.

Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, Jenna felt the familiar dual sensation settle over her. The walk across the street had become almost routine by now, yet the anticipation never really faded. Her pulse was already a little quicker. Her body knew where it was going.

Aiden waited by the front door. The sexual charge from earlier still lingered between them, quieter now but present. When she approached, he leaned in and pressed a careful kiss to her cheek, mindful of her freshly applied lipstick. Even that small act carried weight. For the next several hours, those lips would belong to someone else.

Jenna looked up at him, eyes soft.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” he answered.

She gave his hand a brief squeeze, then opened the door and stepped out into the late afternoon light. Aiden stood in the doorway and watched her walk down the short path, cross the quiet street, and head toward Jonas’s house — a modestly dressed woman in heels and a scarf, carrying everything they had prepared for the night ahead.