I’m very much interested in femdom porn. It is my desire to promote the Adult Entertainment Industry as an art and high culture. I’m sharing one of my ideas of porn series. You might want to help me refine it.

I want to enact a porn scene where I’m in an auction of Cuck Pets for Ladies. Yeah, that’s a new concept. It’s about Male Slave for Sale, who then is trained as a Cuckold for a mistress.

Before auction, we’re supposed to demonstrate our skill n dedication to a potential buyer.

A mistress comes with her subby girls. Each 10 of us is first tested in skills of facesitting, asslicking, pussy eating, squirt reception by her 20 female subs.

Finally, some of us are selected to be tested by the mistress who tests us in arts of sucking big cocks for her, putting them in her pussy, licking her asshole while being fucked, n cleaning creampies in gangbang.

For this, she then calls a group of BBCs. We must suck each of them under her command, put them inside her pussy, clean her creampies and do much more as she commands.

This scene ends with fewer of us selected for training as a Male Cucks for Women’s Pleasure in the academy of our mistress. That’s almost 620 minutes, a mini porn series.

This training could be the next porn series.

“11:50pm it’s getting late probably time to call it a night” I think to myself before falling into bed with a thud. Not a second longer after hitting the mattress my phone lights up and starts buzzing. A flurry of messages illuminate my screen. I read the preview on my Lock Screen. “Hey wyd” “Come to gym I need someone to spot me” Grabbing my phone I reply “what now? It’s so late”. After pressing send my phone instantly vibrates “Yeah I’ll be there in half an hour, you said you wanted to join in the other day, I expect to see you there”.

Slightly confused but enthusiastic about your energy I grab my gear and begin to get ready and head out.

Three quarters of the way there I get a message “are you almost there?” In which I reply “almost I’ll be there in under 5”. You reply back “okay I’m running a little late you’ll have to warm up without me but I’ll be there shortly”.

I arrive and do what you said, head in, it’s a ghost a ghost town. I begin to warm up and get the blood flowing. About 10 minutes after you walk in. Bright eyes and an ear to ear smile, simply put your radiating a positive and alluring aura. “Hey you made it” you say enthusiastically

“Of course, I’d be crazy to pass up the opportunity but I can’t help but notice you don’t seem to be dressed for gym?, it almost looks like you’re ready to go out”.

You chuckle and say “yeah I just got back from town”.

“Oh I thought you wanted someone to spot you for a work out?” I question.

“Well actually is more PT for you” you say with a cheeky smile.

“Oh okay” I say caught off guard.

“Come on hop on the bench press and let’s go” you say.

I load up the bar and lay on the bench, ready to grip the bar you interject “alright position yourself up the bench a little more”.

Confused thinking I was in the correct position I slowly and hesitantly inch up the bench a little.

“Keep coming a bit more” you say.

At this point I’m confused, I can possibly get any higher up the bench without my head not being supported but do my best to do what you say.

“Almost just a tiny bit more annnnnd stop. Perfect” you say.

“I… I have never done bench press like this before” I state.

“I know I’m going to teach you something new” you proclaim.

“Don’t worry I’ll spot you, alright let’s see what you can do” you say will taking a spotting position.

I grip the bar and ready myself to make the lift, noticing your shadow engulfing the lights above. I think to myself I’ve never had a spotter stand so close but who am I to question.

I begin to lift the bar up and rep out a few sets.

“Good job, control it and get it up that’s it” you say while ready to grab the bar if I fail.

I start struggling on the last few reps of the set and notice every time I lower the bar you slightly squat with it ready for if I fail. It’s agony trying to push the weight up and having you this close to me, I think to myself it’s like you’re playing a joke on me, it’s like teasing someone with an delicious desert but they don’t have the permission to eat it. I mean I’m not complaining but getting the weight up I can safely say is theeee last thing on my mind.

After a struggle and not just in my mind I get the bar up and place it on the holders. Taking a deep breath in through my nose trying to catch my breath I can’t help but noticed you even smell gorgeous let alone look it.

You notice me struggling and chuckle when you say “haha didn’t know you could bench press and pitch a tent at the same time”

Confused I lift my head and look down my body and sure enough my track pants are raised, my cheeks go red with embarrassment as I being to fumble and excuse out of my mouth but am soon cut off by you “shhhh now it’s your turn to spot me” Still standing over me you begin to squat lower and lower, lifting your skirt and moving your tiny black g to the side exposing your beautiful, pink, creamy pussy. In shock and literally millimeters away my senses are going wild, if I extended my tongue or lifted my head slightly I’d be able to taste you is the only thought going through my head.

“Do it” you confidently command.

With in seconds my tongue is working up and down every inch of your pussy, moaning you lower it more smothering my face and slowly grinding on it as I lick and eat every part of you, my face covered in your amazing juices making sure I get every last delicious and beautiful inch clean. “Oh my god you taste amazing, you’re so wet, you’re cumming so much” I proclaim with my mouth full.

“Mhmm that’s it good boy get every bit” you say before abruptly pulling away.

You watch me follow like a baby bird being fed by their mother before I realize it’s impossible to reach you.

Releasing your grip on your g it snaps back into place covering your beautiful pussy. You squat down to eye level with me at the bench, smile and slap my face while saying “Good boy, see you next time”.

Still in shock and awe at what just happened I watch you and your beautiful booty seductively walk out of the gym and disappear into the night.

I clean myself up and head home, my mind is consumed by what just happened, millions of questions racing through my head.

My phone buzzes “same time next week okay” a message reads from you

I reply “uh okay but we don’t have to go to gym if just need your pussy eaten”

You message back “Haha silly I didn’t need my pussy eaten”.

Confused I reply “b…b…but that’s literally what we just did, you came in I ate you out and you left? Did I miss something?”

“Aha you’re so silly, I didn’t need my pussy eaten out, I needed it cleaned. You cleaned it so I don’t have to and you did a good job I’m coming back”.

“I let him fuck me. All of my holes. And he came inside me.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I sat there, frozen, staring at her as she stood in front of me, her face flushed but her eyes steady. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t apologizing. She was just… telling me. Like it was some casual update about her day.

“What?” I finally managed to choke out, my voice sounding distant, like it wasn’t even mine.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, and leaned against the kitchen counter. “You heard me. My boss. He’s been piling work on me for months, making my life hell. And today… I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I did what I had to do.”

My mind raced, trying to piece together what she was saying. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. This was my girlfriend—the woman I loved, the one who always talked about loyalty and trust. The one who swore she’d never let anyone disrespect her like that.

“Wait,” I said, holding up a hand like I could stop the conversation from spiraling further. “You’re saying you… you slept with your boss? To get him off your back?”

She nodded, folding her arms across her chest. “It wasn’t just sleeping with him,” she said, her voice low but firm. “He wanted… more. And I gave it to him. Everything. It was the only way to make him stop. To keep my job.”

I felt sick. My stomach twisted into knots, bile rising in my throat. I wanted to scream, to throw something, to demand answers. But all I could do was sit there, staring at her, waiting for her to explain how the hell we got here.

It started small, she told me. Her boss, Mark, had always been demanding. A perfectionist. The kind of guy who would nitpick every little detail and expect you to work overtime without complaint. At first, she thought it was just his management style. Harsh, sure, but manageable.

But then it escalated. More projects. Longer hours. Impossible deadlines. She’d come home exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open during dinner. I tried to help where I could—cooking meals, picking up extra chores—but it wasn’t enough. She was drowning, and no matter how much I tried to throw her a lifeline, Mark kept pulling her under.

“He’s relentless,” she said one night, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

I begged her to quit, to find another job. But she refused. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to find work right now?” she snapped. “I can’t just walk away. Not without a backup plan.”

So she stayed. And Mark pushed harder.

Today had been the breaking point. She’d been working late again, finishing up a report that Mark had dumped on her desk that morning. When she finally went to his office to hand it in, he barely glanced at it before tossing it aside.

“You’re slipping, Jessica,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his cold eyes drilling into her. “I expected better from you.”

She’d been trying to hold it together all week, but something about the way he said it—like she was nothing, like all her effort meant nothing—made her snap.

“What do you want from me?” she demanded, her voice shaking with anger. “I’m doing everything I can. What more do you want?”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Just stared at her with that same infuriating smirk. Then, slowly, he stood up and walked around his desk, closing the distance between them.

“Everything,” he said softly, his gaze dropping to her lips. “I want everything.”

And that’s when she made the choice.

“Are you serious?” I interrupted, my voice cracking. “You just… you just decided to sleep with him? Just like that?”

She flinched but didn’t look away. “It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t… premeditated. I just… I saw an opportunity. A way to end it. To make him leave me alone.”

“By letting him use you?” I shot back, my hands clenching into fists.

Her jaw tightened, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of guilt in her eyes. “I didn’t see it as using me. I saw it as taking control. For once, I was calling the shots. I was the one deciding what happens next.”

I shook my head, unable to wrap my mind around it. “And what happened next?”

She hesitated, biting her lip. Then, slowly, she started to describe it.

Mark hadn’t waited for her to change her mind. As soon as he saw the shift in her expression—the defiance melting into resignation—he closed the gap between them, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed her against the edge of his desk. His mouth was on hers before she could protest, his tongue forcing its way past her lips in a kiss that was far from gentle.

She didn’t fight it. Instead, she kissed him back, her hands tangling in his hair as she matched his intensity. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t desire. It was survival. If this was what it took to finally get him off her back, then fine. She’d give him what he wanted.

His hands moved quickly, unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it off her shoulders. She shivered as the cool air hit her skin, but she didn’t stop him. Even as he unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts roughly, she stayed quiet, focusing on the fact that this was temporary. That soon, it would be over.

“Good girl,” he murmured against her neck, his breath hot against her skin. “You’re going to make this worth my while, aren’t you?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached for his belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers. He groaned as she freed him, his cock already hard and throbbing in her hand.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

She obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the floor in front of him. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her mouth to his length, and she took him in willingly, her tongue circling the tip before taking him deeper. He tasted bitter, salty, but she pushed the thought aside, focusing on the rhythm of her movements.

Mark didn’t last long. With a groan, he pulled her off him and spun her around, bending her over the desk. She braced herself against the surface, her heart pounding as he positioned himself behind her. There was no warning, no foreplay. Just the sharp sting of him entering her, stretching her, filling her completely.

She bit down on her lip to stifle a cry, her nails digging into the wood of the desk as he fucked her with a rough, punishing pace. It hurt, but she didn’t stop him. She couldn’t. Not when this was the price she had to pay.

When he finally came, it was deep inside her, his body shuddering as he spilled himself within her. She stayed still, waiting for him to pull out, but he didn’t. Instead, he gripped her hips tighter, keeping her in place as he ground into her, milking every last drop.

“Don’t move,” he growled, his breath ragged. “Not until I’m done.”

She obeyed, staying perfectly still until he finally stepped back, leaving her bent over the desk, exposed and trembling.

“And then what?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

She looked at me then, her eyes empty. “Then I cleaned myself up, got dressed, and came home. To you.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. What could I even say? How could I possibly process this?

Before I could figure it out, she turned and walked away, leaving me sitting there, staring at the space where she’d been. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, my emotions spinning out of control. Betrayal. Anger. Confusion. And underneath it all, a sick, twisted part of me wondering if I could ever look at her the same way again.

“Jessica,” I called after her, my voice breaking. “We need to talk about this.”

But she didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. And as I sat there in the silence, I realized I had no idea what to do next.

Jessica stood in the doorway, her eyes pleading, her body trembling. She looked at me like she was waiting for my permission to step forward, as if crossing the threshold without it would break something between us irreparably. I could see the guilt etched into her face, but there was something else too—something desperate, almost primal.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of what she was about to ask. “I need you to… reclaim me.” Her hands fidgeted at her sides, fingers tangling together as though she were trying to ground herself.

I stared at her, my chest tightening. My mind raced, trying to make sense of her words. Reclaim her? What did that even mean? And yet, deep down, I knew. The way her lips quivered, the way her gaze dropped to the floor before flicking back up to meet mine—it wasn’t just an apology. It was a plea. A demand.

“Jess…” I started, but she cut me off, stepping closer.

“No, listen. Mark… he—he took something from me. Something I didn’t realize I was giving away. And now…” She paused, swallowing hard. “Now I feel like I need to take it back. But I can’t do it alone. I need you. I need you to remind me who I belong to.” Her voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

Her words hung heavy in the air, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. There was no hesitation in her now, no fear—just raw, unfiltered determination. She reached for the hem of her blouse, slowly pulling it over her head. Beneath it, her skin glowed in the dim light, every curve and contour exposed. My breath hitched as she undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts heaved with every ragged breath she took, her nipples already hard, begging for attention.

“Tell me what he did,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn’t know why I asked. Maybe part of me wanted to hear it, to understand. Or maybe I just needed to punish myself further.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her hands moving to the button of her jeans. As she slid them down her legs, she began to speak, her voice steady but laced with something dark.

“He started with my mouth,” she said, stepping out of her jeans and kicking them aside. “Made me kneel on the floor while he sat in his chair, like I was nothing more than a convenience. He held my head and made me take him until I choked.” She paused, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. “Then he bent me over his desk, tore these off—” She tugged at the fabric, sliding it down her thighs. “And he took me from behind. Hard. Fast. Like he owned me.”

Her panties joined the pile on the floor, and she stood there, completely bare, her body trembling with every word. Her hands moved to cover herself instinctively, but she stopped, forcing them back to her sides.

“And then…” Her voice wavered, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. “He made me turn around. Made me look at him while he… while he finished inside me.”

The image burned itself into my brain, unbidden. Jessica, pinned beneath him, submitting to him in ways I’d never imagined. A fire ignited in my chest, hot and consuming. Anger. Jealousy. Possessiveness. It all swirled together, threatening to consume me.

“Show me,” I said, my voice rough.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she turned, presenting herself to me. Her ass was still slightly red, faint marks lingering where his hands had gripped her. She spread her legs slightly, revealing the glistening wetness between them.

“This is what he did,” she said, her voice shaking now. “He claimed me. But I don’t want him. I want you.”

I stepped forward, my hand reaching out to trace the marks on her skin. She flinched at my touch but didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, arching her back ever so slightly.

“I thought…” She trailed off, her breath hitching as my fingers dipped lower, brushing against her folds. “I thought if I gave him what he wanted, he’d stop. But he won’t. Not unless I make it clear that I’m not his.”

My fingers pressed deeper, finding her already slick, already ready. She moaned softly, her hips pushing back against my hand.

“So please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Take me back. Show me who I really belong to.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around and pressing her against the wall. Her eyes met mine, wide and pleading, and I kissed her, hard and possessive. Her lips parted instantly, letting me in, her tongue tangling with mine as she clung to me.

When I pulled away, she was panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I pushed her legs apart with mine, aligning myself with her entrance. Her breath hitched as I pressed against her, teasing but not entering.

“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice low.

Her eyes snapped to mine, filled with a mix of fear and desire. Slowly, deliberately, I pushed into her, savoring the way her walls tightened around me. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tried to steady herself.

“Is this what you want?” I growled, thrusting deeper.

“Yes,” she moaned, her head falling back against the wall. “God, yes.”

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me again. “Say it.”

“I want you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Only you.”

I fucked her harder then, each thrust a reminder, a reclamation. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer, deeper. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until she was crying out my name, her body shuddering as she came undone around me.

But I wasn’t done. Not yet.

I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and spun her around again, bending her over the edge of the bed. She looked back at me, her eyes dark with need, and I wasted no time plunging back into her. This time, I fucked her with everything I had, each movement driven by a primal urge to erase any trace of him.

“I’m yours,” she chanted, her voice breaking with every thrust. “Yours, yours, yours…”

And when I finally spilled myself inside her, marking her as mine, I knew she meant it.

cross-posted from: lemmynsfw.com/post/20003074

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who’d get off on something like this. But here I was, lying naked in E’s sister’s bed, my hand wrapped around my cock, listening to the unmistakable sounds of her moaning from the next room. It wasn’t just any moan—it was that deep, guttural sound she made when she was really into it. And she wasn’t making it for me.

It all started innocently enough. One night, after sex, E casually mentioned she’d had a wet dream about my best friend, Jake. I froze for a second, my mind racing. But then, something unexpected happened. I got turned on. The idea of her fantasizing about him—someone I knew so well, someone who was bigger than me—lit a fire in me that I didn’t even know existed.

We started talking about it during sex. At first, it was just little hints here and there. “What if Jake walked in right now?” she’d whisper, her breath hot against my ear. I’d groan, my imagination running wild. Then it escalated. She’d describe in vivid detail what she imagined he’d do to her, how different it would feel. And every time, I’d cum harder than ever before.

When Jake broke up with his girlfriend, E took it upon herself to cheer him up. She messaged him on Snapchat, sending him playful texts and eventually escalating to flirty banter. She kept me in the loop, forwarding me the snaps she sent him. At first, it was innocent—smiling selfies, funny memes. But then, one night, she sent him a picture of herself in lingerie. My stomach dropped, but my dick twitched. It was the start of something neither of us could predict.

She’d send him nudes while he jerked off to her, and she’d share screenshots of his reactions with me. “He said I’m the hottest girl he’s ever seen,” she’d tell me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on. Knowing that my best friend was getting hard over my girlfriend—that he was picturing himself inside her—was both humiliating and exhilarating.

Fast forward to her birthday party. Her parents and sister were out of town, leaving the house to us. She invited a small group of friends, including Jake. From the moment he walked in, the tension between them was palpable. They exchanged glances that seemed to last too long, their laughter a little too forced. I caught him grabbing her ass when he thought no one was looking, and instead of feeling angry, I felt a rush of adrenaline.

The night went on, filled with drinking, games, and laughter. But the entire time, I couldn’t stop watching them. Every time they interacted, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. By the time everyone started winding down, I knew something was going to happen. We set up mattresses and couches downstairs for the guests, while E and I headed upstairs to her room.

“Go wait in my sister’s room,” she told me as we finished getting ready for bed. Her voice was casual, but there was a glint in her eye that told me everything I needed to know. My heart raced as I nodded and slipped out of the room, already hard at the thought of what was coming.

I lay naked in her sister’s bed, stroking myself as I listened intently. The door creaked open and closed, and then I heard it—the low murmur of voices, followed by the unmistakable sound of lips meeting. My hand moved faster as I imagined Jake kissing her, his hands roaming her body. Then came the moans. Her moans.

They started slow, almost tentative, but soon grew louder and more urgent. “Fuck me, Jake,” I heard her beg, her voice trembling with need. My cock throbbed in my hand as I pictured her beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. The bed creaked rhythmically, punctuated by her cries of pleasure. “Harder,” she gasped, and I could hear the sharp smack of his hand against her skin.

I came hard, my release splattering across my chest as I listened to them fuck. But they didn’t stop. For hours, they went at it, the sounds of their passion echoing through the house. I could hear her pleading with him to cum inside her, her voice breaking with desperation. When he finally did, her scream of ecstasy sent another wave of heat coursing through me.

But then, silence. I waited for a message from E, telling me I could come back. It never came. Instead, I heard the soft rustle of sheets as they settled into each other’s arms. She wasn’t sending him downstairs. She wanted to sleep with him.

The next morning, I woke up alone, my body sticky with dried cum. I checked my phone—still no message. Then, the door opened, and E walked in. She looked radiant, her hair slightly mussed, a smile playing on her lips. And there, dripping down her chin, was fresh cum. She’d given him morning head before coming to see me.

Before I could say anything, she kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I tasted him on her, bitter and salty, and my cock twitched despite my exhaustion. “Good morning,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

We went downstairs together, where Jake was already sitting with the rest of our friends. He claimed he’d gone up to take a shower, but the knowing looks on everyone’s faces told me they weren’t buying it. They’d heard everything.

E sat down beside me, her hand resting on my thigh under the table. I glanced at Jake, who caught my eye and gave me a subtle nod. It was a silent acknowledgment, a shared understanding. This wasn’t just about sex—it was about trust, about pushing boundaries, about exploring desires we didn’t even know we had.

And as I sat there, surrounded by the people I cared about most, I realized something: this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning.

The morning after E’s birthday party was awkward, to say the least. Our friends exchanged glances, their eyes darting between E, Jake, and me. No one said it out loud, but the tension in the room was palpable. Jake played it cool, casually sipping his coffee like nothing had happened, but I could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. E, on the other hand, seemed more radiant than ever. She leaned into me, her hand still resting on my thigh under the table, as if daring anyone to comment.

Later that day, once everyone had left and we were alone, E turned to me with that mischievous glint in her eye. “So,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “how did you feel about last night?”

I hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “It was… intense. Hearing you with him, knowing he was inside you…” I trailed off, my voice catching in my throat.

E smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

I nodded, unable to deny it. “Yeah, I did. It was fucking hot.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “What if we took it further? What if next time, you watched us?”

My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. “You mean, like… in the same room?”

“Exactly.” Her eyes locked onto mine, searching for my reaction. “Or maybe even record it. Something just for us to keep and watch whenever we want.”

The idea sent a shiver down my spine. The thought of seeing E with Jake—watching her ride him, hearing her moan his name—was almost too much to handle. But at the same time, there was something about the proposal that felt… intimate. Like it would bring us closer together, even as she explored this side of herself with someone else.

“Okay,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s do it.”

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A few days later, E and I were back at her house, preparing for what was sure to be another unforgettable night. We had set up a camera in her bedroom, positioned discreetly in the corner so it wouldn’t be obvious. E tested the angle, making sure it captured the bed perfectly. I sat on the edge of the mattress, watching her with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked, sensing my unease.

I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. It’s just… different, you know? Being here while it happens.”

E knelt in front of me, placing her hands on my knees. “You don’t have to stay if you’re not comfortable. But if you want to watch… I think it’ll be amazing.”

Her confidence was infectious, and I felt some of my anxiety melt away. “No, I want to. I really do.”

She grinned, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Good. Because I think you’re going to love it.”

Half an hour later, Jake arrived. He greeted me with a firm handshake, his grip lingering just a little longer than usual. There was an unspoken understanding between us now, a bond forged through shared experiences. He glanced around the room, noticing the camera almost immediately.

“Is this for…?” he trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

E stepped forward, her cheeks flushed. “Yes. We thought it might be fun to record tonight. Something private, just for us.”

Jake smiled, clearly intrigued by the idea. “Alright then. Let’s make it a good one.”

E led him to the bed, where they began undressing each other slowly, their movements deliberate and sensual. I stayed by the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched them. Jake’s hands roamed over E’s body, exploring every curve and dip, while she moaned softly in response. When they were both naked, he kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers in a way that made my cock twitch despite myself.

I moved closer, my eyes glued to the scene unfolding before me. E’s breath hitched as Jake’s fingers found her wetness, teasing her until she was practically begging for him. He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the control he had over her.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

“Fuck me,” E pleaded, her voice trembling with need. “Please, Jake, I need you inside me.”

He obliged, positioning himself between her legs and thrusting into her with a single, fluid motion. E’s back arched off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he filled her completely. I could see the stretch of her lips around his thick cock, and the sight was enough to make me groan aloud.

Jake started moving, his hips snapping against hers with a rhythm that was both brutal and precise. E’s nails dug into his back, leaving faint red marks as she clung to him. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with sounds of pure ecstasy.

“God, Jake, you feel so fucking good,” she gasped, her words barely coherent. “Harder… please, harder!”

He obeyed, driving into her with a force that made the bedframe creak. E’s cries became screams, her pleasure building to a crescendo that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, mesmerized by the raw passion on display.

Eventually, E reached her peak, her body convulsing as she came hard around Jake’s cock. He followed soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled his load with a guttural groan. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.

Then, slowly, Jake pulled out, his cum dripping from E’s pussy onto the sheets below. He turned to me, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Your turn.”

E looked at me with hooded eyes, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Come here,” she whispered, holding out her hand.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then I saw the look in her eyes—the hunger, the desire—and I knew I couldn’t resist. I stepped forward, allowing her to pull me onto the bed beside her. Her lips found mine, and I tasted Jake on her tongue as she kissed me deeply.

Shoutout to u/Pyrodare for the idea.

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who’d get off on something like this. But here I was, lying naked in E’s sister’s bed, my hand wrapped around my cock, listening to the unmistakable sounds of her moaning from the next room. It wasn’t just any moan—it was that deep, guttural sound she made when she was really into it. And she wasn’t making it for me.

It all started innocently enough. One night, after sex, E casually mentioned she’d had a wet dream about my best friend, Jake. I froze for a second, my mind racing. But then, something unexpected happened. I got turned on. The idea of her fantasizing about him—someone I knew so well, someone who was bigger than me—lit a fire in me that I didn’t even know existed.

We started talking about it during sex. At first, it was just little hints here and there. “What if Jake walked in right now?” she’d whisper, her breath hot against my ear. I’d groan, my imagination running wild. Then it escalated. She’d describe in vivid detail what she imagined he’d do to her, how different it would feel. And every time, I’d cum harder than ever before.

When Jake broke up with his girlfriend, E took it upon herself to cheer him up. She messaged him on Snapchat, sending him playful texts and eventually escalating to flirty banter. She kept me in the loop, forwarding me the snaps she sent him. At first, it was innocent—smiling selfies, funny memes. But then, one night, she sent him a picture of herself in lingerie. My stomach dropped, but my dick twitched. It was the start of something neither of us could predict.

She’d send him nudes while he jerked off to her, and she’d share screenshots of his reactions with me. “He said I’m the hottest girl he’s ever seen,” she’d tell me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on. Knowing that my best friend was getting hard over my girlfriend—that he was picturing himself inside her—was both humiliating and exhilarating.

Fast forward to her birthday party. Her parents and sister were out of town, leaving the house to us. She invited a small group of friends, including Jake. From the moment he walked in, the tension between them was palpable. They exchanged glances that seemed to last too long, their laughter a little too forced. I caught him grabbing her ass when he thought no one was looking, and instead of feeling angry, I felt a rush of adrenaline.

The night went on, filled with drinking, games, and laughter. But the entire time, I couldn’t stop watching them. Every time they interacted, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. By the time everyone started winding down, I knew something was going to happen. We set up mattresses and couches downstairs for the guests, while E and I headed upstairs to her room.

“Go wait in my sister’s room,” she told me as we finished getting ready for bed. Her voice was casual, but there was a glint in her eye that told me everything I needed to know. My heart raced as I nodded and slipped out of the room, already hard at the thought of what was coming.

I lay naked in her sister’s bed, stroking myself as I listened intently. The door creaked open and closed, and then I heard it—the low murmur of voices, followed by the unmistakable sound of lips meeting. My hand moved faster as I imagined Jake kissing her, his hands roaming her body. Then came the moans. Her moans.

They started slow, almost tentative, but soon grew louder and more urgent. “Fuck me, Jake,” I heard her beg, her voice trembling with need. My cock throbbed in my hand as I pictured her beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. The bed creaked rhythmically, punctuated by her cries of pleasure. “Harder,” she gasped, and I could hear the sharp smack of his hand against her skin.

I came hard, my release splattering across my chest as I listened to them fuck. But they didn’t stop. For hours, they went at it, the sounds of their passion echoing through the house. I could hear her pleading with him to cum inside her, her voice breaking with desperation. When he finally did, her scream of ecstasy sent another wave of heat coursing through me.

But then, silence. I waited for a message from E, telling me I could come back. It never came. Instead, I heard the soft rustle of sheets as they settled into each other’s arms. She wasn’t sending him downstairs. She wanted to sleep with him.

The next morning, I woke up alone, my body sticky with dried cum. I checked my phone—still no message. Then, the door opened, and E walked in. She looked radiant, her hair slightly mussed, a smile playing on her lips. And there, dripping down her chin, was fresh cum. She’d given him morning head before coming to see me.

Before I could say anything, she kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I tasted him on her, bitter and salty, and my cock twitched despite my exhaustion. “Good morning,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

We went downstairs together, where Jake was already sitting with the rest of our friends. He claimed he’d gone up to take a shower, but the knowing looks on everyone’s faces told me they weren’t buying it. They’d heard everything.

E sat down beside me, her hand resting on my thigh under the table. I glanced at Jake, who caught my eye and gave me a subtle nod. It was a silent acknowledgment, a shared understanding. This wasn’t just about sex—it was about trust, about pushing boundaries, about exploring desires we didn’t even know we had.

And as I sat there, surrounded by the people I cared about most, I realized something: this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning.

The morning after E’s birthday party was awkward, to say the least. Our friends exchanged glances, their eyes darting between E, Jake, and me. No one said it out loud, but the tension in the room was palpable. Jake played it cool, casually sipping his coffee like nothing had happened, but I could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. E, on the other hand, seemed more radiant than ever. She leaned into me, her hand still resting on my thigh under the table, as if daring anyone to comment.

Later that day, once everyone had left and we were alone, E turned to me with that mischievous glint in her eye. “So,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “how did you feel about last night?”

I hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “It was… intense. Hearing you with him, knowing he was inside you…” I trailed off, my voice catching in my throat.

E smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

I nodded, unable to deny it. “Yeah, I did. It was fucking hot.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “What if we took it further? What if next time, you watched us?”

My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. “You mean, like… in the same room?”

“Exactly.” Her eyes locked onto mine, searching for my reaction. “Or maybe even record it. Something just for us to keep and watch whenever we want.”

The idea sent a shiver down my spine. The thought of seeing E with Jake—watching her ride him, hearing her moan his name—was almost too much to handle. But at the same time, there was something about the proposal that felt… intimate. Like it would bring us closer together, even as she explored this side of herself with someone else.

“Okay,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s do it.”

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A few days later, E and I were back at her house, preparing for what was sure to be another unforgettable night. We had set up a camera in her bedroom, positioned discreetly in the corner so it wouldn’t be obvious. E tested the angle, making sure it captured the bed perfectly. I sat on the edge of the mattress, watching her with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked, sensing my unease.

I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. It’s just… different, you know? Being here while it happens.”

E knelt in front of me, placing her hands on my knees. “You don’t have to stay if you’re not comfortable. But if you want to watch… I think it’ll be amazing.”

Her confidence was infectious, and I felt some of my anxiety melt away. “No, I want to. I really do.”

She grinned, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Good. Because I think you’re going to love it.”

Half an hour later, Jake arrived. He greeted me with a firm handshake, his grip lingering just a little longer than usual. There was an unspoken understanding between us now, a bond forged through shared experiences. He glanced around the room, noticing the camera almost immediately.

“Is this for…?” he trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

E stepped forward, her cheeks flushed. “Yes. We thought it might be fun to record tonight. Something private, just for us.”

Jake smiled, clearly intrigued by the idea. “Alright then. Let’s make it a good one.”

E led him to the bed, where they began undressing each other slowly, their movements deliberate and sensual. I stayed by the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched them. Jake’s hands roamed over E’s body, exploring every curve and dip, while she moaned softly in response. When they were both naked, he kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers in a way that made my cock twitch despite myself.

I moved closer, my eyes glued to the scene unfolding before me. E’s breath hitched as Jake’s fingers found her wetness, teasing her until she was practically begging for him. He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the control he had over her.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

“Fuck me,” E pleaded, her voice trembling with need. “Please, Jake, I need you inside me.”

He obliged, positioning himself between her legs and thrusting into her with a single, fluid motion. E’s back arched off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he filled her completely. I could see the stretch of her lips around his thick cock, and the sight was enough to make me groan aloud.

Jake started moving, his hips snapping against hers with a rhythm that was both brutal and precise. E’s nails dug into his back, leaving faint red marks as she clung to him. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with sounds of pure ecstasy.

“God, Jake, you feel so fucking good,” she gasped, her words barely coherent. “Harder… please, harder!”

He obeyed, driving into her with a force that made the bedframe creak. E’s cries became screams, her pleasure building to a crescendo that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, mesmerized by the raw passion on display.

Eventually, E reached her peak, her body convulsing as she came hard around Jake’s cock. He followed soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled his load with a guttural groan. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.

Then, slowly, Jake pulled out, his cum dripping from E’s pussy onto the sheets below. He turned to me, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Your turn.”

E looked at me with hooded eyes, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Come here,” she whispered, holding out her hand.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then I saw the look in her eyes—the hunger, the desire—and I knew I couldn’t resist. I stepped forward, allowing her to pull me onto the bed beside her. Her lips found mine, and I tasted Jake on her tongue as she kissed me deeply.

cross-posted from: lemmynsfw.com/post/19029291

I glanced at my wife, Dr. Emily Carter, who was lounging on the couch with a glass of wine in hand. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she set the glass down and stood up gracefully. “That’s them,” she whispered, her voice tinged with excitement.

I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach as I adjusted my collar, trying to steady my breathing. This wasn’t the first time we had done this, but the thrill never dulled. Emily walked over to me, her fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. “Remember, you’re here to assist,” she said softly, her breath warm against my ear.

I nodded, swallowing hard. My role was clear: I was to be her willing cuckold, helping to sexually calibrate each newcomer while she watched, and sometimes joined. It was a strange dynamic, one that had redefined our relationship in ways I never imagined.

The doorbell rang again, more insistent this time. Emily gave me a reassuring smile before moving to open the door. Standing there was a young man, probably in his late twenties, with an anxious expression. He looked around nervously as Emily greeted him warmly.

“Welcome, come in,” she said, stepping aside to let him enter. He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, his eyes darting between Emily and me. “This is my husband, Jack. He’ll be assisting us tonight.”

The man nodded, still looking uncertain. Emily led him into the living room, gesturing for him to sit on the couch. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my role settle over me. Emily turned to me, her eyes full of promise. “Why don’t you start by getting him comfortable?” she suggested, her tone light but commanding.

I moved to sit beside the man, offering a small smile to ease his tension. “How about we start with some light touch? Just to get you relaxed,” I suggested, reaching out to gently place my hand on his shoulder. He stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away. Encouraged, I began to massage his shoulders, feeling the tension slowly melt away under my fingers.

Emily watched from a few feet away, her gaze attentive. “Let’s try something different,” she said suddenly, breaking the silence. “Why don’t you both lie down on the floor?”

Confused but trusting, I complied, lying down on my back. The man followed suit, lying beside me. Emily knelt down between us, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Jack, why don’t you show him how it’s done?” she said, her voice low and sultry.

My heart raced as I understood what she meant. With shaky hands, I reached down to undo my pants, pulling them down just enough to expose myself. The man beside me watched intently, his curiosity piqued. I took a deep breath and reached out to guide his hand towards my erection. “Just follow my lead,” I murmured, hoping he would understand.

His fingers were hesitant at first, but soon they gripped me firmly, stroking in rhythm. The sensation was electric, made even more intense by the knowledge that Emily was watching every move. I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure, when I felt another hand join the mix.

Opening my eyes, I saw Emily leaning over us, her hand now guiding the man’s strokes. “Good,” she purred, her eyes locked on mine. “Now, let’s see if you can take it a step further.”

Before I could fully process her words, she moved closer, positioning herself above me. “Open your mouth, Jack,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. I obeyed, feeling her soft hands cup my head, guiding me to take her nipple into my mouth.

The combination of her soft breast and the firm strokes from the man had me spiraling into ecstasy. I could hear Emily’s soft moans mingling with the sound of skin against skin. “You’re doing great,” she whispered, her other hand now teasing the man’s erection.

As the sensations intensified, I felt a new urgency building within me. Emily seemed to sense it too, her movements becoming more deliberate. “Let’s change things up a bit,” she said, her voice thick with desire. She pulled away from my mouth, leaving me momentarily bereft. “Jack, why don’t you show him something special?”

I swallowed, understanding dawning on me. This was uncharted territory, even for us. But the hunger in Emily’s eyes told me I had no choice. “Take off your clothes,” I instructed the man, my voice trembling slightly. He hesitated but did as I asked, stripping down quickly.

Emily’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched us. “Now, Jack,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Show him how you like it.”

I felt a rush of adrenaline, a mixture of fear and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I positioned myself behind the man, my hands shaking as I lined myself up. “It might hurt a little at first,” I warned him, my heart pounding in my chest.

He nodded, bracing himself. With a final glance at Emily, who was watching with rapt attention, I pushed forward, feeling the tight resistance give way. The man gasped, his body tensing as I entered him. I paused, giving him a moment to adjust, my own breath coming in ragged gasps.

Emily’s voice broke the silence, filled with encouragement. “That’s it, Jack. Move slowly at first. Let him feel every inch.”

I obeyed, rocking gently into him, feeling the muscles clenching around me. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. The man beneath me groaned, his hands gripping the floorboards as he adjusted to the intrusion.

“Good,” Emily praised, her eyes dark with desire. “Now, let’s see how far you can go.”

Encouraged by her words, I began to increase the pace, thrusting deeper with each movement. The man’s groans grew louder, mingling with Emily’s soft encouragements. My own pleasure built steadily, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear.

Just as I felt myself nearing the edge, Emily leaned down, her lips brushing against the man’s ear. “Do you like that?” she whispered, her voice dripping with lust.

He responded with a strangled moan, his hips rising to meet my thrusts. Emily’s hand snaked between us, her fingers deftly manipulating the man’s erection. The sight of her touching him, coupled with the overwhelming sensations, sent me spiraling over the edge.

“Emily,” I gasped, my voice raw with need. “I’m…”

“Shh,” she soothed, her eyes never leaving mine. “Let it out, Jack. Let him feel it.”

With a final, desperate thrust, I came, my release flooding into him. The man beneath me shuddered, his own climax washing over him moments later. We both lay there, panting, spent and satisfied.

Emily smiled, her eyes bright with triumph. “Perfect,” she said, her voice filled with approval. “You’ve both done wonderfully.”

As I tried to catch my breath, I felt a strange sense of pride. This was our life now, a strange, twisted dance of desire and submission. And as Emily leaned down to kiss me, I knew there was no turning back.

The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. I lay there, my body still tingling from the intensity of our shared climax, when the newcomer spoke up.

“That was… incredible,” he said, his voice shaky but sincere. “But there’s something you should know.”

Emily and I both turned to him, our curiosity piqued. He sat up slowly, adjusting himself as he did so. His eyes were locked on mine, a mix of guilt and determination in their depths.

“I’m not just here for therapy,” he confessed. “I’m a journalist.”

My heart skipped a beat. A journalist? Here to expose Emily’s unconventional methods? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that accompanied it. This was dangerous territory, yet I felt an inexplicable pull towards it.

“Go on,” Emily urged, her voice calm and steady. She didn’t seem surprised, which only heightened my own curiosity. What had she expected? What did she know that I didn’t?

“I’ve been investigating alternative therapeutic practices,” he continued, his eyes darting between us. “And your methods… they’re unconventional, to say the least. I wanted to experience it firsthand before I wrote about it.”

Emily nodded, her expression thoughtful. “And what have you discovered?”

He hesitated, glancing at me before looking back at Emily. “That it’s more than just sex. There’s a connection, a bond that forms between participants. It’s… powerful.”

“Yes, it is,” Emily agreed, her gaze shifting to me. “And Jack here is the key to it all. He’s our anchor, our guide through these experiences.”

Feeling the weight of her words, I shifted uncomfortably. The realization that I was at the center of this elaborate experiment both excited and intimidated me. But before I could respond, Emily turned back to the journalist.

“So, what now?” she asked, her tone almost challenging. “Are you going to expose us?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. No, I don’t want to do that.” His voice was earnest, his expression pleading. “I want to understand more. I want to see where this can go.”

Emily smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made my heart race. “Then perhaps we can offer you another session,” she suggested, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “A more… intense one.”

The journalist swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded. “Yes, please.”

Emily turned to me, her eyes locking onto mine. “Jack, dear, would you prepare him?”

I felt a rush of heat course through me at her request. Preparing him meant more than just getting him ready; it meant taking control, guiding him through the process, and most importantly, showing him how far I was willing to go.

“Of course,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. I moved closer to him, my hands shaking slightly as I reached out to touch him. His skin was warm beneath my fingers, and I could feel his pulse quickening in response to my touch.

“Relax,” I whispered, my lips close to his ear. “This will be different, but you’ll enjoy it.”

He nodded again, his trust in me palpable. I guided him to lie down on the bed, positioning him exactly as Emily had instructed. She watched us closely, her eyes never leaving mine, as if she could sense the growing tension within me.

“Take your time, Jack,” she said softly. “Let him feel every moment.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This was new territory for me, pushing beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone. But there was no turning back now. I needed to show him—and Emily—just how far I was willing to go.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded, my voice firm but gentle. He obeyed without hesitation, his thighs parting to reveal his vulnerable state. My heart pounded in my chest as I positioned myself between them, my hand hovering over his entrance.

“You ready for this?” I asked, my voice low and intense.

“Yes,” he breathed, his eyes closed and his face a mask of concentration.

I nodded, giving him one last moment to prepare. Then, with a flick of my wrist, I applied the lubricant, the cool liquid spreading over his skin with a slick, sensual sound. His body tensed at the sensation, but he remained still, trusting me to guide him.

“Good boy,” I murmured, my fingers teasing around his entrance. “Just like that.”

Emily watched approvingly, her presence both a comfort and a pressure. I knew she was evaluating my performance, but more than that, she was testing my limits. How far could I push myself? How much could I handle?

“Go ahead, Jack,” she encouraged, her voice a soft purr. “Show him what you’re capable of.”

Taking a deep breath, I began to slide my finger into him, feeling the tight resistance yield under my touch. His gasp was music to my ears, the sound of his pleasure driving me forward. I added a second finger, then a third, stretching him gently but firmly, ensuring he was ready for what came next.

“Now,” Emily said, her voice cutting through the haze of lust and anticipation. “Take him fully, Jack. Claim him.”

I shuddered at her words, the command ringing in my ears. Claim him. The thought sent a jolt of desire through me, making me harder than ever. I pulled my fingers free, lining myself up with his entrance, my tip pressing against his opening.

“Are you sure?” I asked, needing to hear him confirm his readiness.

He nodded, his eyes wide and filled with trust. “Fuck me, Jack.”

With a growl of approval, I thrust forward, sinking into him in one smooth motion. His body clenched around me, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating. We both groaned in unison, our bodies merging in a symphony of pleasure and pain.

“Oh God,” he breathed, his nails digging into the sheets. “So good…”

I began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace. Each thrust was met with a counter-thrust from him, our bodies creating a rhythm that was both primal and hypnotic. Emily watched, her eyes dark with arousal, her hands resting on her hips as she observed our dance.

“Harder, Jack,” she urged, her voice dripping with need. “Push him further.”

I complied, increasing the intensity of my thrusts. He cried out, his voice a mixture of pain and ecstasy, his body arching off the bed as I claimed him deeper. The sensation was electric, my nerves singing with each movement, each climax closer than the last.

“Fuck, yes!

cross-posted from: lemmynsfw.com/post/18689179

I never thought I would be standing here, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. I can feel the heat radiating from his body as he stands so close to me, his hands gently grazing the curve of my waist. His fingers are warm, almost feverish, and they send shivers down my spine.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispers, his voice husky and low, sending a thrill through me. It’s a question I’ve been asking myself for weeks, ever since those late-night texts turned into something more, something dangerous. But now, with his breath tickling my ear, all rational thoughts escape me.

“I don’t know,” I murmur, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. My body betrays me, leaning into his touch, my hips swaying towards him instinctively. He knows what he’s doing to me, how his words, his actions are slowly unraveling the tight control I’ve kept on my life for so long.

He steps closer, his lips brushing against my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Emily,” he says, but there’s a challenge in his tone, a dare that I can’t resist.

“But you want me to,” I reply, my voice stronger now, emboldened by the flush of arousal coursing through me. His hands slide up to cup my breasts, squeezing lightly through the thin fabric of my blouse. I gasp, my nipples hardening instantly, pressing urgently against the lace bra beneath.

“Oh, God, yes,” he hisses, his fingers pinching the sensitive peaks until I’m arching into his touch, desperate for more. “But only if you want it too.”

His words hang in the air, a silent agreement between us. I know what he’s offering, what he’s daring me to accept. My mind screams at me to stop, to walk away before this goes any further, but my body has a will of its own. I bite my lip, torn between the fear of what we’re about to do and the raw, undeniable desire surging through me.

“Just… just be careful,” I whisper, my voice trembling. It’s a plea, a warning, but also an acceptance. I can feel the weight of his knowing smile against my skin as he presses a kiss to the crook of my neck.

“Always,” he promises, his hands sliding down to my hips again, guiding me towards the bed. My legs feel like jelly, my resolve melting away under his insistent touch. I collapse onto the mattress, my breath hitching as he follows me down, pinning me to the bed with his body.

His kisses are relentless, turning my world into a blur of sensations. His mouth works its way down my throat, sucking and nibbling until I’m whimpering beneath him. His hand snakes under my skirt, slipping past the edge of my panties to find the dampness between my thighs.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his thumb circling my clit, driving me wild. I press my hips up against his hand, a silent demand for more. He responds by pushing two fingers inside me, filling me up in a way that makes my toes curl.

“Fuck,” I groan, my nails digging into his shoulders. His fingers thrust in and out, his thumb still working relentlessly on my clit. I’m so close, so ready to come apart in his arms, but he pulls back, removing his fingers with a wicked grin.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “There’s something else I want to try first.”

I blink up at him, confused and frustrated. “What?” I ask, my voice breathless.

He shifts slightly, positioning himself between my legs, his erection pressing insistently against his jeans. “This,” he says, reaching between us to undo his belt. The sound of metal clicking fills the room, followed by the rasp of denim on denim as he lowers his zipper.

My eyes widen as I realize what he’s planning. “Wait, no… not that,” I protest weakly, but my resistance is halfhearted at best. Deep down, I know what I’m about to do, and despite the lingering guilt, a part of me is excited, eager even.

He pauses, his hand hovering over the button of his jeans, giving me one last chance to change my mind. But I don’t. Instead, I nod, my pulse quickening as the reality of what we’re about to do sinks in.

With a satisfied smile, he pushes his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It springs up, hard and throbbing, pointing directly at me. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I take in the sight of him, so big and ready.

“You’re sure?” he asks again, his voice gentle but with an underlying intensity that makes my heart race.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. “Just… go slow.”

He nods, his expression serious as he lines himself up with my entrance. I reach down, guiding him with trembling hands, feeling the head of his cock press against my slick folds. But instead of pushing inside, he moves lower, seeking out the puckered entrance of my ass.

The realization hits me like a bolt of lightning. “Oh God,” I moan, my body tensing in anticipation. This is so wrong, so taboo, but it’s also so incredibly thrilling.

He presses forward gently, the tip of his cock brushing against my tight hole. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing as he applies light pressure, coaxing my muscles to relax. Inch by agonizing inch, he enters me, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before.

“Relax, baby,” he murmurs, his voice soothing as his hands stroke my thighs, encouraging me to let go. “You’re doing so good.”

His words, his touch, it’s all too much. I gasp, my body quivering as his cock slides deeper, filling me up completely. It burns, a sharp sting that makes my eyes water, but beneath the discomfort, there’s a strange sense of satisfaction, of completion.

“Almost there,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. And then, with one final push, he’s fully seated inside me, his cock buried to the hilt in my ass.

For a moment, everything stops. The world narrows down to just the two of us, joined in a forbidden dance. I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock pressing against the walls of my ass, a perfect fit.

“How does it feel?” he asks, his voice strained with need.

“Full,” I manage to say, my voice cracking. “So full.”

He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating against mine. “Good,” he murmurs, starting to move.

I bite my lip, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to escape as he starts slow, teasing my ass with shallow thrusts. Each push of his cock feels like a lightning bolt, igniting every nerve ending in my body. The sensation is both foreign and exhilarating, making me crave more. My hands grip the bedsheets tightly, knuckles white as I try to maintain some semblance of control.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “Deeper… I want you deeper.”

He smirks, a wicked glint in his eyes as he watches me squirm. His hands move to my hips, gripping them firmly as he begins to increase the pace, still keeping it shallow but adding a rhythmic pressure that sends shivers down my spine. The room is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, mixed with the wet slap of flesh against flesh.

“You like that, don’t you?” he taunts, his voice low and husky. “You like having my cock in your tight little ass.”

I nod, unable to form words as the pleasure builds inside me. Every thrust brings him closer to my core, making me feel fuller than I ever have before. My body arches involuntarily, seeking more contact, more penetration. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself on the brink of something incredible.

“More,” I plead, my voice barely audible. “I need more.”

He chuckles, clearly enjoying my desperation. With one hand still holding my hip, he uses the other to guide himself, slowly pushing deeper into me. The stretch is intense, almost painful, but the pain is quickly replaced by a new wave of pleasure. He pauses, letting me adjust to the new depth, before beginning to move again, this time with more confidence.

The feeling of being filled completely is indescribable. It’s as if every part of me is connected, vibrating with the same intensity. My breath comes in short gasps, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel the sweat glistening on my skin, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat building inside me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “So tight… so perfect.”

His words only serve to heighten my arousal, making me ache for release. I reach between my legs, desperate to find some relief. My fingers brush against my clit, and I nearly come undone at the touch. The added stimulation is too much, too fast, and I can feel the orgasm building rapidly.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my voice strained with effort. “Please, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t, his movements becoming more urgent, more frantic. His hips slam into mine with force, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. My body tenses, every muscle coiled tightly as the climax approaches. My fingers move faster, rubbing against my clit with increasing urgency.

“Oh god,” I moan, my voice breaking. “I’m so close…”

He grunts in response, his own pleasure evident in his ragged breathing. His thrusts become more erratic, his movements jerky as he tries to hold back his own release. But it’s no use; we’re both too far gone.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice thick with desire. “Let go, Emily.”

Those words are all it takes. My body convulses, my muscles tightening around him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. I can feel my ass clenching, milking him for all he’s worth. My fingers move frantically, pushing me further into the abyss.

“Yes, yes!” I cry out, my voice echoing in the room. “I’m coming!”

He follows soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he spills his load. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me closer as he empties himself into me. The feeling of his warmth inside me is almost too much, sending another wave of pleasure through my already overwhelmed body.

We stay like that for a moment, both of us panting heavily, trying to catch our breaths. His cock remains buried deep inside me, the connection unbroken. The room is silent except for our heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex.

“Emily,” he murmurs, his voice softer now. “That was… incredible.”

I nod, still too dazed to speak. The aftershocks of my orgasm continue to ripple through me, leaving me weak and trembling. My fingers are still between my legs, my body instinctively seeking more pleasure even as it slowly begins to calm down.

“Again,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I want you again.”

cross-posted from: lemmynsfw.com/post/18642662

The digital glow of Hannah’s phone illuminated the dark room, casting an eerie light on her sleeping face. My fingers hesitated over the screen, but curiosity gnawed at me like a persistent itch. I swiped through her messages, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. There it was—a chat thread with Alex. The name alone sent a jolt through me, but it was the content that made my breath hitch.

Explicit texts, teasing photos, videos of their past escapades. My eyes darted to Hannah, her peaceful sleep a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. The videos played one after another, each more provocative than the last. She had been with him during our early days, seeking closure in the most carnal way. Betrayal seeped into my veins, yet alongside it, an unexpected arousal pulsed beneath my skin.

My hand drifted down to my crotch, the fabric of my boxers dampening as I imagined those scenarios playing out again, but this time with me instead of him. The guilt gnawed at me, but the desire was stronger. I needed to wake her up, to claim her in a way that left no room for doubt about who she belonged to.

I crawled over to her side of the bed, my movements deliberate and slow. Her breaths were soft, almost serene. I let my fingers trail along her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. “Hannah,” I whispered, my voice rough with unshed desire.

Her eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her features before recognition set in. “Marcus? What’s wrong?”

I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against hers in a feather-light kiss. “Nothing’s wrong,” I murmured, my tone dripping with intensity. “But something’s about to change.”

She seemed to sense the shift in me, her body tensing slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Just relax,” I said, my hands moving to cup her face. “Let me take care of everything.”

Her eyes widened as I pushed the blankets aside, revealing her bare legs. My fingers traced the delicate curve of her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. I could see the uncertainty in her gaze, but there was also a flicker of anticipation. Good. Let her wonder what I was planning.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. Her hands came up to grip my shoulders, pulling me closer. It was a silent agreement, a surrender to the moment. My fingers slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown, finding the warm, smooth expanse of her back. I tugged the fabric higher, baring her breasts to my hungry eyes.

Her nipples tightened in the cool air, begging for attention. I took one into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder as I felt her arch beneath me. “Marcus,” she gasped, her hands tightening on my hair.

“Tell me,” I demanded, my voice thick with desire. “Did he ever make you feel like this?”

She froze for a moment, her eyes searching mine. “No,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “He never did.”

Satisfaction surged through me, fueling my actions. I traced a path down her body with my tongue, tasting every inch of her until I reached the juncture of her thighs. She was already wet, her scent mingling with the remnants of our earlier lovemaking. I spread her legs wider, positioning myself between them.

“Spread your legs wider,” I commanded, watching as she complied, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and excitement. I dipped my head lower, kissing the sensitive skin just above her clit. “Alex never got to see you like this, did he?”

“No,” she whimpered, her hips bucking off the bed. “Only you.”

“Good,” I replied, my voice gravelly with need. “Because now, you’re all mine.”

I drove my tongue into her, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips. She tasted sweet, intoxicating, and I reveled in the power I held over her. Each stroke of my tongue was punctuated with questions, probing for the truth while simultaneously driving her wild.

“Does he know how tight you are?” I asked, circling her clit with my thumb. “How much you crave this?”

“No,” she moaned, her hands clutching the sheets. “Only you know.”

“Then let me remind you,” I growled, thrusting two fingers inside her as I sucked hard on her clit. Her body convulsed around my fingers, the walls of her pussy squeezing tight as she came apart beneath me.

I withdrew my fingers slowly, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure. “Turn over,” I ordered, watching as she shifted onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to me. I positioned myself behind her, lining my cock up with her entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” I asked, gripping her hips tightly.

“Yes,” she panted, her head hanging low. “Please, Marcus.”

With one swift motion, I plunged into her, relishing the sensation of her heat surrounding me. I pulled back almost completely, then thrust forward again, setting a brutal pace. Each slam of my hips was accompanied by a question, each word designed to keep her on edge.

“Do you think he could make you scream like this?” I demanded, my voice raw with emotion.

“No,” she cried, her body trembling beneath me. “Only you can do that.”

“And will you only scream for me?” I pressed, increasing my speed.

“Yes,” she sobbed, her nails digging into the mattress. “Only for you.”

The knowledge that I was the only one who could bring her to this level of ecstasy fueled my thrusts. I wanted to mark her, to brand her with my presence. I reached around, tweaking her nipples roughly, eliciting another series of cries from her lips.

“One last time,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Promise me you’ll never go back to him.”

“Never,” she promised, her voice firm. “Only you, Marcus. Always you.”

With that, I let go, spilling myself deep inside her as we both shattered into blissful oblivion.

The next night, sleep eludes me once again. I toss and turn, my mind replaying the images from Hannah’s phone like a twisted loop of arousal and betrayal. My hand slides down to my hardening cock, but I stop myself, knowing I need more than just physical release. I need to understand, to reclaim what was unearthed.

Quietly, I slip out of bed, careful not to wake Hannah. Her phone lies on the nightstand, taunting me. With a deep breath, I pick it up, my heart pounding in my chest. The screen lights up as I unlock it, revealing more hidden folders labeled with cryptic names. My fingers tremble as I navigate deeper into her digital secrets.

A video file catches my eye—Alex’s name clearly visible. My stomach churns, but my cock betrays me, thickening with anticipation. I hit play, and the screen fills with their entangled bodies, writhing in pleasure. Alex’s hands grip Hannah’s thighs, spreading them wide as he thrusts inside her. She moans, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy. My jaw clenches, a mix of fury and desire burning within me.

“Marcus?” Hannah’s sleepy voice pulls me from the screen. I quickly lock the phone, turning to face her.

“Did you find something interesting?” she asks, her tone playful yet laced with curiosity.

“Maybe,” I reply, my voice gravelly. “Come here.”

She blinks, still half-asleep, but moves closer to me. I take her hand, leading her to the living room. The dim light casts shadows on her face, making her look both vulnerable and inviting. I sit on the couch, pulling her onto my lap, her legs straddling me.

“Tell me about him,” I demand, my hands gripping her hips tightly. “Tell me what you liked about fucking Alex.”

Her eyes widen, but there’s no fear, only intrigue. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”

“I need to know,” I growl, my cock pressing against her through our clothes. “Every detail.”

She takes a deep breath, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “He was always so…forceful. He knew exactly how to touch me, to make me beg for more. There was never any doubt who was in control.”

My hands tighten on her, mirroring the forcefulness she described. “And did you like that? Liking being controlled?”

“Yes,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “I loved knowing he was in charge, that he could make me feel so much.”

I pull her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. My mouth closes around one hardened nipple, sucking deeply. She gasps, her hands clutching my shoulders. “Did he do this?” I ask between bites, alternating between her nipples.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “But he was rougher.”

I bite down harder, eliciting a sharp cry from her. “Like this?”

“Harder,” she pants, her body arching into mine. “Please, Marcus.”

I twist her nipple between my fingers, watching her reactions closely. “Did he make you come like this?”

“No,” she admits, her eyes pleading. “Not like this.”

I stand, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to the bedroom. She wraps her legs around me, her core grinding against my hardness. I throw her onto the bed, following her down. My hands roam her body, mapping every inch with possessive intent.

“What else did he do?” I demand, my voice hoarse with desire. “Tell me.”

She hesitates, her eyes searching mine. “He would…tie me up. Sometimes blindfold me. Make me wait until he was ready.”

My cock throbs at the image. “Do you want that now?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her body trembling beneath me. “Please, Marcus.”

I grab a scarf from the dresser, looping it around her wrists before tying them to the headboard. Her eyes widen, mixed with excitement and uncertainty. I lean down, kissing her slowly, tasting every inch of her mouth. “Good girl,” I murmur, my hands roaming her body freely now.

“Did he talk dirty to you?” I ask, trailing my fingers down her spine. “Did he tell you how much he wanted you?”

“Yes,” she whispers, her breath hitching. “He always said…how wet I made him, how much he wanted to fuck me raw.”

I push her thighs apart, sliding two fingers inside her. She gasps, her body tightening around me. “Is this what you want?” I ask, pumping my fingers in and out. “To be fucked raw?”

“Yes,” she cries, her hips bucking against my hand. “Only by you, Marcus.”

I remove my fingers, positioning my cock at her entrance. “You belong to me,” I declare, slamming into her with one forceful thrust. “Say it.”

“I belong to you,” she chants, her voice breaking with emotion. “Only you.”

I pound into her relentlessly, each thrust pushing us both closer to the edge. “Does it feel better than with him?” I demand, my breath ragged.

“Yes,” she moans, her nails digging into the sheets. “So much better.”

cross-posted from: lemmynsfw.com/post/18582622

The knock on the door came unexpectedly, jarring me from my thoughts. I glanced at the clock; it was later than I had realized. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across our small living room. My husband, Mark, was still out at work, and I was alone, trying to figure out how we were going to make ends meet this month. The rent was overdue, and I knew what that knock meant.

I took a deep breath and smoothed down my blouse before opening the door. There he stood, Mr. Thompson, our landlord. He was a tall man, always impeccably dressed, with a stern expression that rarely softened. But tonight, there was something different in his eyes, something unreadable.

“Good evening, Mrs. Johnson,” he greeted me, his voice smooth as silk. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“No, no, not at all,” I replied nervously, stepping aside to let him in. “Please, come in.”

He entered, his presence filling the small space of our apartment. I closed the door behind him and turned to face him, folding my hands in front of me. “I suppose you’re here about the rent?”

He nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. “Yes, unfortunately, I am. You see, I have expenses too, and I need to ensure that my properties are maintained properly.”

“I understand,” I said, feeling a pang of guilt. “We’re doing our best, Mr. Thompson. Mark has been working overtime, but it just hasn’t been enough.”

He stepped closer, and for a moment, I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was an intensity in his eyes that made me uneasy. “I know times are tough for you, Mrs. Johnson. And I want to help.”

“Help?” I echoed, confused.

“Yes,” he said, his voice lowering. “There are ways we can make this situation work for both of us.”

I hesitated, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “What do you mean?”

He moved even closer, so close that I could feel the warmth of his body. “Let’s make a deal, Mrs. Johnson. Say yes, and we can forget about the rent for a while. It will be our little secret.”

My heart pounded in my chest as his words sank in. “A deal? What kind of deal?”

His hand reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You know exactly what kind of deal, don’t you?”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. This wasn’t what I had expected. But then again, nothing ever went according to plan these days. I thought of Mark, struggling to make ends meet, and the mounting pressure of our financial woes. Could I really do this? Could I say yes to Mr. Thompson?

Before I could fully process my thoughts, his lips were on mine, soft yet demanding. I gasped, my body reacting instinctively as his tongue slipped into my mouth. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. The kiss deepened, and I found myself responding, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance.

“Say yes, Mrs. Johnson,” he whispered against my lips, his breath hot and urgent. “Say yes, and all of this can go away.”

I pulled back slightly, looking up at him. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but beneath it all, there was a certain clarity. I needed this. We needed this. With a shaky breath, I nodded. “Yes.”

His smile widened, and he kissed me again, more fiercely this time. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. I arched into him, my own desires beginning to take over.

“Take off your blouse,” he commanded, his voice low and husky.

I obeyed without thinking, unbuttoning my blouse and letting it fall to the floor. My bra was next, and soon I stood before him in nothing but my skirt and panties. He admired me, his gaze hungry and appreciative.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, reaching out to cup my breasts.

I bit my lip, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with trepidation. “Is this really what you want?”

He leaned in, nipping at my earlobe. “This is exactly what I want.”

And with that, he lifted me, carrying me effortlessly to the bedroom. My legs wrapped around his waist as he laid me down on the bed, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck.

I could feel the weight of Mr. Thompson’s body pressing down on me, his breath hot against my skin as he moved inside me with a rhythm that was both demanding and strangely comforting. The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room, each thrust punctuated by a soft moan that escaped my lips involuntarily. The bed creaked under our combined weight, the old wooden frame protesting our frantic movements.

“Sarah,” Mr. Thompson whispered, his voice low and strained, “you feel so good.”

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his hard length filling me, pushing me to the edge of something I couldn’t quite name. My hands were tangled in the sheets, knuckles white from gripping them so tightly. The scent of sweat and arousal hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint smell of cedar from the old furniture in the room.

Outside, I could hear the distant sound of a car engine fading away, but it wasn’t until the front door clicked shut that I realized Mark had returned home. My heart skipped a beat, my body tensing for just a moment before Mr. Thompson’s hand came up to cup my face, forcing me to look at him.

“Keep going,” he said, his voice firm, his eyes dark with desire. “Don’t stop.”

I bit my lip, trying to ignore the guilt that flared up in my chest. But there was something about the way Mr. Thompson looked at me, the way he held my gaze as he thrust into me, that made it impossible to resist. His confidence, his command—it was intoxicating. I found myself moving with him, matching his pace, letting the pleasure wash over me until I was breathing hard, my body arching up to meet his.

The sound of footsteps echoed faintly through the house, growing louder as Mark approached the bedroom. My breath caught in my throat, a mix of fear and anticipation flooding my senses. I wanted to stop, to pull away, but Mr. Thompson’s grip on me was unyielding. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he quickened his pace.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. “He won’t know.”

The door creaked open, and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that somehow Mr. Thompson was right. The footsteps paused just inside the doorway, and for a moment, everything seemed frozen in time. Then, slowly, the footsteps retreated, and the door clicked shut once more.

Relief washed over me, and I let out a shaky breath, but Mr. Thompson didn’t stop. If anything, he only moved faster, harder, driving into me with a renewed urgency that left no room for thought, only sensation. My nails dug into his back, scratching at his skin as I clung to him, lost in the moment.

“Come for me, Sarah,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Let go.”

And I did, spiraling over the edge as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, my body trembling uncontrollably. Mr. Thompson followed me soon after, his release sending a shudder through his entire frame. For a moment, we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

But then, without warning, the front door slammed open again, and this time there was no mistaking the sound of Mark’s angry strides as he stormed toward the bedroom. The sudden noise jolted me out of my daze, and I struggled to push Mr. Thompson off me, panic setting in.

“What the hell is going on here?” Mark’s voice was a harsh whisper, dripping with betrayal and hurt.

Mr. Thompson didn’t answer, didn’t even seem fazed. Instead, he rolled off me, slowly pulling himself to his feet with an ease that infuriated me. He adjusted his clothing with calm precision, his eyes never leaving Mark’s.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mark demanded, his fists clenched at his sides.

Mr. Thompson smirked, a cold, calculated expression that made my blood run cold. “Taking what’s owed to me,” he replied, his voice smooth and unapologetic.

Mark took a step forward, his anger palpable, but Mr. Thompson held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. “You’d be wise not to make this worse than it already is,” he warned, his tone leaving no room for argument.

For a moment, Mark hesitated, his eyes flickering between Mr. Thompson and me, searching for some kind of explanation. But I couldn’t offer one, not with the way my heart was pounding in my chest, the guilt and shame clawing at my insides.

“Get out,” Mark finally spat, his voice breaking. “Both of you.”

Mr. Thompson nodded, seemingly unfazed by the venom in Mark’s words. He reached down to help me off the bed, his hand lingering on my arm just a moment too long before he turned and walked out of the room without another word.

I stayed where I was, too numb to move, too ashamed to look Mark in the eye. The weight of his disappointment bore down on me, crushing any hope I had of making things right. I knew I should say something, apologize, explain—but my mouth felt dry, my tongue thick in my mouth.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mark spoke again, his voice hollow. “Why?”

Have got a huge cuck fantasy that won’t happen in real life. So looking for online partners to roleplay it. Got prompt to start

I will tell in brief about my marriage. My wife’s parents had a big religious trust fund. She was only heir. Problem being she was in love with a guy from different religion and the comittee would have kicked her out if they found out. So she decided to marry me and I did for money.

On my wedding night she waited for everyone to fall asleep and then sneaked him inside from a window. I decided to wait and watch and they got to the business. I watched a man strip my wife and that qas first time I had seen her naked. They both were fucking and I was hard but already regretting my decision. After him I got to do it with her but she just laid there unlike how active she was with him.

This was just a start and it was not just him but he used to come with his cousin or a friend and sometimes with both of them together to take her to bedroom and ruin my day. I did get to watch but that often made it worse. Specially as time went on and her being my wife started to get cemented in my head. I now feel more hurt about it then I did back then but now the number of guys has increased. Specially after her bf got married she went wild. Sleeping with multiple guys and sending him videos.

My first two children could be from him or me. The last one is atleast for sure mine as that one happened during lockdown.

I declared do my crush that I love her which she didn’t. I do everything for her like helping for her problems ect…

She found a boyfriend and he knew that I’m her lover and they proposed to take me as their friendzoned cuckold for their kinks.

What should I do ? Tomorrow it will be my first cuck time. I feel shame but I feel like I’m made to be their excitation.

*** reposted from another user in r/cuckoldstories2 ***

Hi everyone, thank you for your support and comments that you have left. Recounting experiences that have happened all the way back to 2017 and 2018 is difficult, so thank you to everyone for being patient. I promise I am not trying to string everyone along, nor am I trying to rush it. I feel that such an intense subject merits taking the time to get right. ** I am also going to try incorporating more detail and dialogue as suggested by a user…I hope you like it!

So, with that said, here is part three.

After Rachel gave Jack a blow job and her guilt took over, I really did think my fantasy would have to remain in my head for the rest of my life. I stuck to reading stories on reddit, literotica, and watching cuckold porn myself to satiate my cravings. However, finding the porn on her phone, and her admitting to liking it, for lack of better phrasing gave me a new lease on life for my fantasy. It was difficult for me to refrain from bringing up porn or Jack everytime we had sex. Looking back, I think about half the time we had sex, I was whispering into her ear about Jack using her throat, how Jack could destroy her pussy, how Jack is such a big guy and and he could manhandle her like a little slut. I reminded her how naughty it was to watch her soft, sweet, and full lips wrap around a big cock. I think one of the key things that Rachel liked best was how hard I would orgasm during sex when we did talk about her being a slut.

This continued for some time and we ended up having a talk one night where we, in a sense, laid our cards on the table. The talk during sex was amazing, but neither of us had no idea where it would or could lead-- or even if we wanted it to lead anywhere (I of course did, but not at the expense of her mental health). I admitted to her the same feelings that I had before-- it was insanely hot to fantasize about her and another guy–for me, especially a guy who was much bigger than me. For her, she admitted did enjoy blowing Jack. It was exhilarating, it was wrong (which made it hotter), but the biggest thing is that she knew I would enjoy it. That is where we were at it mainly for me because she wanted to please me, the fact that Jack made her feel good too was just a bonus. This put me in a tough spot because on one hand, I could probably talk her into doing more, but on the other hand it would take a bad toll on our relationship and her mental health as difficult of a decision as it may sound, it was an easy one for me-- I had to prioritize my marriage and her mental health and stop thinking with my dick lol.

Over the next few months, while we had sex, we would continue talking about Jack, or Rachel and another guy and it continued to benefit our sex life greatly. Over time, I would ask her questions like what would you have done if you had more time on lunch that day? What would you have done if Jack wanted your pussy? How hard do you think you would’ve cum if Jack fucked you raw? Each question was answered by Rachel with a sweet and soft moan, her pussy would get wetter, and she would start to cum not too long after. The more we talked about it, the more I introduced new questions, and the more we both had intense orgasms while talking about it, it became clear to me that my sweet, shy, and good girl wife had a real liking for big cock. Eventually, I just started testing my theory. We would have sex and it would consist of talking about just us-- how good her pussy feels, how hard I want to fuck her, and so on. In contrast there would be time we would be having sex and I would talk about her wrapping her lips around a big cock, or Jack taking her behind an alley again and breeding her, or how hard I got when I thought about her taking his cum in her stomach. When I would talk about these things, her pussy would be an absolute slip n slide, and she would squirt all over our bed. It was clear, Rachel wanted big cock deep in her. One of the most frustrating things to me, was that she would never openly admit it. No matter how many times I would ask her if she had a preference, in my dick or Jacks she would never answer and swore up and down that she only did it because she knew I would like it. Eventually, I just gave up. In my head, I had my answer-- I tested it after all and the results spoke for themselves.

I am not sure if anyone else can relate, but I think life has a serious sense of humor. One night while we were scrolling through our phones and winding down for bed, I had to inform Rachel that I would be out a job in a few weeks. The company I worked for was entirely grant funded by the government and I knew eventually I would have to find another job before the funding ran out, but it ended up happening a lot sooner than expected. In contrast, Rachel also had news, her assistant had put in her two weeks notice and would be leaving. Instantaneously, I went from being down in the dumps to wheels turning in my head…Rachel would have to visit Jack’s facility herself again. Maybe Rachel felt sorry for me for being out of work, or maybe it was something else, I have no idea, but that night we had sex and with this new information my fantasy took over. I had Rachel bent over our bed, pounding her from behind, and watched her plump ass jiggle while I thrusted. I asked her if she was excited to see Jack again. She moaned. I asked Rachel if she thought about the possibility of letting Jack use her mouth again. She moan and squealed. I told Rachel it would make me cum harder than I have ever cum before if she made more videos for me. For the first time, Rachel responded with her own questions.

“Yeah? You want to see Jack fuck my married pussy?”

“Oh god yes,” I responded, “I wanna see Jack’s big cock slide down your throat again.”

“mmm do you want me to worship his big cock?” she moaned.

“Fuck yeah baby, I want Jack to abuse your plump ass and make you his bitch.” I told her.

“mmm I texted Jack earlier and told him he would see me around again.” she told me.

When Rachel told me this, I lost control and began pumping as hard as I could and I came all over her thick ass. After we cleaned up and were laying down we had a, “post nut clarity,” talk where she showed me her phone and she had indeed texted Jack, but it was more proper than the way she conveyed earlier.

“Hello Jack, I know that Kayla has been conducting business at your facility, but she has decided to take a new position. Effective immediately, I will return to conducting operations at your facility. I look forward to visiting progress at your facility next month.”

Knowing me as well as she does, after I handed her phon back, Rachel immediately said,

“I know what you’re thinking, and please do not get your hopes up. I am now the only income we have and I absolutely can’t risk my job to indulge your fantasy with a co-worker.”

I knew she was 100% right… as much as it pained me, I knew she was right. As someone who does enjoy working, I don’t like having a lot of down time. Rachel implored me to take a few days before even thinking about job searching, but I hit the job search anyways. After a few days, I received a call back for an interview. The job was amazing, and right up my alley, it even paid significantly more than my old job and more than Rachel’s. The only problem was that it was 3 states away. Rachel and I had a difficult decision to make. Where we currently were, we had all of our family and friends, but only one income. On the other hand, my new job could give us more income, but we would not be around any family or friends. After a lot of talk and discussion, we eventually decided that it would be best for us if I took the new job as the benefits of it could also provide a better life for our kids. Immediately after this talk, I reminded Rachel that while I had secured a new job, some time had passed and she would have to visit Jack’s facility later that week.

“Ugh, some how I knew you would have a mental clock just waiting for that,” she teased me.

“Well, if we’re moving a few states away and you’re already leaving your job anyways, what’s the harm in a little fun?” I expressed.

“You are right, and have valid points, but you also forget that when I did something with Jack, I hated myself and couldn’t even stand to look at myself in the mirror for a few days after.” she responded.

I realized she was right, “Well, I am just saying… if there is a time to do, it seems like now might be the most opportune given the circumstances…”

She looked a bit at me, a bit puzzled, and said, “I am done talking about this, I see what you are saying, but I just don’t think I am ready to do that again, nor do I know if I will ever be comfortable with it.”

“I understand,” was the last thing I said before I kissed her her neck. Fortunately she responded well to this. I kept kissing her neck and chest. I am not sure if it was the fact that I was kissing her sweet spots, or that she also realized this might be the best chance to do something with Jack, but when I put my hand down her panties to feel her pussy, she was absolutely soaked. We began a passionate and slow love making session. What began as a love making session quickly turned into fucking. I pulled Rachel to the edge of the bed with her legs up against my chest. I squeezed her big tits as I thrusted into her.

“I don’t care what you say, you’re a slut for big cock.” I groaned.

To my surprise, she responded, “Yeah I am. God I wish I had a big cock in me right now.”

After she said this, I picked up the pace, “I bet Jack would stretch this tight little pussy out and hit spots I never have.” I responded.

“Oh god Jack’s big, long cock would feel so good,” she moaned.

“Fuck baby, just imagine how good it would feel when Jack shoots his thick load of cum deep in your stomach,” I told her.

After I said this, she started cumming all over my cock, and I came too. We did not even get dressed for bed, we both fell asleep naked next to each other.

Rachel was right, I had a mental clock ticking the days away until she would visit Jack’s facility again. The morning before she was to visit him, I asked her what she was going to wear. She told me it would be a surprise and I would have to wait and see what she was wearing as she walked out the door. Like a kid waiting his turn in line for a carnival ride, I sat on the couch, waiting for her to leave. As she came out of our room, and strolled into the living room, I was not disappointed. I was pleasantly surprised to see Rachel walk into the living room with a lower cut tank top on that showed the cleavage of her plump DD tits on her nice little frame, slightly covered by an old cardigan that she loved to wear. What really caught my attention was the skin tight dark gray pants that she had on. They hugged her thick curvy ass so nicely I started to get a hard on just looking at her.

“I’m running late, I love you, please think about what you would like for dinner tonight,” she said as she walked into the living room.

“I will and I love you too,” was all I could muster as she walked out the door.

I spent a majority of the day packing our things into boxes in anticipation of our move. I spent a majority of the day keeping my mind busy and trying to be as productive as I could. Our kids were at school, and because it was Friday, I knew they would be dropped off at their grand parents after school, as they always were on Fridays. My excitement got the better of me, I knew Rachel normally got off work on Fridays at 3:00 pm, she always attempted to beat rush hour traffic home. It was 1:30 pm, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Did you already visit Jack’s facility?” I texted her.

After a few minutes, “No, Kayla always scheduled his facility last, and it works best for them. I plan to stop in around 2,” she replied.

“Have fun naughty girl,” I replied and I tossed my phone on to bed and went to take a shower in attempt to calm my nerves.

As I stood in the shower, I thought to myself, “aside from Rachel teasing me with her outfit this morning, there was literally no indication she would do anything.” I had worked myself up for no reason. After I got out of the shower, I saw I had one text message on my phone,

“Yeah yeah, you horndog we’ll see,” Rachel had replied to my previous text. I tossed my phone back on the bed and continued to dry myself off and throw on some comfortable clothes to relax in. After I got dressed, I saw that time was 2:30 pm. Rachel was at Jack’s facility. I needed an update.

“Hows the facility? Is everything working as it should?” I texted Rachel.

“Yes, Jack’s facility is performing well…he has also been checking me out the entire time…” she replied.

“Maybe he still likes you?” I replied sarcastically.

“He definitely still does. He’s so bold! He already offered to take me out to dinner after work haha,” she texted.

“You having whatever he wants to buy you is what I want for dinner,” I replied trying to be funny.

“Hah hah very funny,” she replied.

“On a serious note, if you do anything I do support it…I’m sorry I know I’m beating a dead horse but I’m just really excited right now,” I told her.

“I know, me too. I have stop texting now and actually work,” was her last text for a while.

My mind was racing. She actually admitted to being excited while at Jack’s facility. Around 3:15 pm, I had not heard anymore from Rachel. I texted her to see if anything was wrong. A few minutes later I received a text that said, “don’t say I never do anything nice for you.” What could that possibly mean?! All I could muster to text back was, “???” Nothing. There was no more texting. About an hour later, my phone vibrated. My jaw hit the fucking floor. It was a video text message from Rachel. I swear I could hear my heart beating. I opened the video to see Rachel on her knees taking a big, long cock all the way in her mouth. One of the things I loved about Rachel is that she really could deep throat, and those skills were on full display. My phone vibrated a few more times and i saw there were 4 more videos. I watched each one. After I would watch each video another would come in. The following is what I saw. Jack was holding the phone and recording Rachel deep throat his cock.

“mmm take that dick baby girl,” I heard Jack groan.

“mm fuck daddy, why do you taste so good,” Rachel gasped as she went back to work and made the sexiest slurping sounds I have ever heard in my life.

“mm fuck yeah I knew you missed my big dick,” Jack groaned as he forced her head down.

“mmm daddy I did. I missed this fucking cock so bad,” Rachel said as she went back and slurped and gagged a bit on his cock. She then stood up, and I will never forget what I watched in the next video. I clicked the next video, which was short, to see Rachel standing up, she turned and slowly walked over to Jack’s bed, swinging her hips and she bent over the bed resting on her elbows,

“Come take this pussy daddy, I need that big cock to fuck my stomach up,” she moaned as she wiggled her fat ass at him.

I could not believe how dirty she was talking to him. My cock was drenched in pre cum and I had not even touched myself, I was still in a state of shock. The next video that came was the last. I clicked the video to see Jack was still holding her the phone and had it pointed down at her ass. Jack had a condom on and was sliding his large cock into Rachel’s pussy slowly. Rachel was moaning and groaning like I had never heard before. I felt a flood of emotions. Jealousy, anger, sadness, and my chest was beating uncontrollably. She was making sounds I had never heard before. Her moans were so loud and feminine. Jack got his cock all the way in and started sliding in and out at first slowly, but picking up more pace.

As Jack picked up steam “OHHH FUCK daddy,” I heard Rachel yell.

“Oh my fucking god Jack fuck me hard…YESSS FUCK,” Rachel was yelling.

“Thats right bitch who owns this pussy now,” Jack asked.

“FUCK DADDY its yours fuck! my pussy is yours oh my god,” Rachel screamed.

The video cut off, and I did not receive anymore videos. About 30 minutes later, I received a text from Rachel that simply said,

“I am on my way home.”

If you read the whole thing and didnt rage from my bad formatting/typing then thank you! This part of our story was hard to write. It was so hot and it was almost impossible to concentrate. I want to reiterate that I know it is long, and the story jumps weeks or months at a time, but I don’t see a point in writing about us both having boring weeks at work lol. If you’re wondering about timeline, if memory serves, Rachel fucking Jack happened about late 2019/early 2020. Part 4 will come soon…

It actually happened… (part 2)

I know this story isn’t exciting in terms of there being a lot of hardcore fucking and cucking, but these are 100% true accounts of what has happened. So, here we go for part 2… / The events I wrote about in my initial post all happened in 2017. Unlike fictitious stories you may read on other websites, we did not immediately run back to my fantasy when we were both horny again. It was more than, “post nut clarity,” for both of us. We were aided in the fact that for a stretch of time, we were both very busy with work, and so we had little time to dwell on fresh emotional struggles. However, as I talked about in the end of my initial post, work did slow down, and we did fall back into a normal routine-- in terms of not being busy 14 hours a day with work. We ended up having some heart to heart talks about what happened, our feelings about what happened, and desires going forward. This was definitely a weird time for us as we went through a stretch for a few months where things were emotional for us.

Unfortunately for me, Rachel was done with the idea of cucking me, or indulging that fantasy. Rachel explained that due to her sheltered and religious upbringing, she felt incredibly guilty about what she did. She is naturally a horny person, not quite a nymphomaniac by any means, but she is no where near a prude. She chalked it up to a lapse in morals and judgement. She explained that because we had not been intimate due to being busy with work that the attention she received from Jack constantly and couple that with me encouraging her to do it all the time she was able to justify it in the moment. Selfishly, I was upset, but I knew that my fantasy meant nothing in the face of our actual relationship and family, thus I knew it was the right thing to do and accepted her answer. After all, she actually did try it for me, I had videos to look back on, and could always read more stories online and just imagine it was Rachel.

However, one thing I was not aware of, at the time, was that Jack and Rachel had exchanged phone numbers due to work. Being the operations manager, she had to stay in contact with facility manager she worked with-- Jack being one. During our heart to heart, she mentioned they had to exchange numbers and she showed me her phone/text messages. I am not sure if she wanted me to read her texts because she still felt guilty, or something, but I read them and saw that Jack was definitely instigating. Jack would text Rachel a couple of times a week with mixed reasoning. Some of the texts were work related, and Rachel would respond to them and take care of what he needed for work, but there were times where Jack would text Rachel outside of work hours with, “hey, how’re you?” kind of text messages-- obviously trying to form a more friendly relationship that was not work related. Rachel did chat with him a bit, but any time it looked like he was starting to get flirty, Rachel would stop and essentially ghost him. Even though I had my cucking fantasy, it did give me relief to see that she was not going behind my back, and was staying loyal.

After going through a few emotional months, we did indeed slip back into a normal routine in terms of no more emotions or guilt about what happened. Once I began to feel that we were both perfectly fine again, I did begin to probe some. After all, I had two videos of my wife, a sweet, and religious mother of two deep throating what looked like a 8 or 9 inch cock, that was not her husband, and her swallowing his whole load. It blew my mind because she was not normally one to give head often, let alone swallow. I don’t mean to harp on it, but due to her conservative upbringing, and the very conservative area we live in, I just never saw it coming. I asked Rachel why Jack and she essentially summed it up to that it was taboo and the wrongness of it all essentially added more fuel to her fire. She confessed that she had checked him out at work before and had seen the outline of his cock in his jeans and it would turn her on to see how big he was in comparison to me. I am about 5 inches and average girth. But it turned her on to see the outline of his cock that, as she explained was, “obviously thicker and longer,” than mine.

I wanted to be very gentle with my probing, and careful not to push too far as I was afraid it could push her back into an emotional state of guilt, self-loathing, and push her further away from the idea-- I had the tiniest bit of hope that maybe she would be open to it again one day, but I knew it would have to be her wanting it to happen and not me.

Unfortunately, not many exciting things happened in our life for a while. Rachel went to work as normal, due to her assistant handling Jack’s facility now, there were no more texts about him flirting with her, and she never expressed any interest in trying anything again-- let alone with anyone else. At this point, giving Jack a blowjob happened about a year ago, and I had pretty much let the idea of her being some kind of porn star for me leave my mind. However, that all eventually changed. Rachel and I were invited to a family friend’s house one Saturday. During this get together, Rachel wore a nice top that she knows I enjoy because it is a V-neck cut that gives a nice glimpse into her cleavage. She also wore a pair of tight yoga pants that hugged her curvy ass nicely-- they always drove me wild. One thing about this particular pair of yoga pants is that they did not have pockets. Thus, she asked me to keep her phone in my pocket, which I did as this was a normal thing for us. Her phone case acted as her wallet with a sleeve on the back of her phone where she kept her cards and driver’s license so she never carried an actual purse. It is also worth mentioning that I am sort of a nerd with OCD and I just hate when people don’t close their apps on their phone. Rachel teases me about it because as soon as I am done on my phone I always close every app I have opened. When we are going somewhere and she is driving, my OCD will sometimes get to me and I’ll close her apps too-- she laughs and teases me about it, but it just bugs me lol.

This get together was going well. People were hanging out inside, and there were more people hanging out in the back yard. Our host was grilling delicious food and everyone was engaged in conversation. I was standing next to Rachel talking to Rachel’s friend when I told her that I needed to go to the bathroom and would be right back. I went to the bathroom, closed and locked the door, and did my business. While there, I felt a bunch of vibrations going off in my pocket. I pulled out my phone and did not see any notifications. Then, I pulled out Rachel’s phone and noticed a bunch of notifications from various different games she plays and a few facebook/twitter notifications. I left her notifications there, but decided she probably had all of her apps open and I wanted to just close them all. Yes, I know this sounds weird, but it really is my OCD. I began closing her apps, and then I suddenly stopped. As I was about to close her web browsing app, I got quite a shock when I saw that she had recently been looking at porn. This was a shock in itself as Rachel normally did not look at porn-- she got all of her sexual satisfaction from me-- or so I thought. My curiosity got the better of me and I looked at the page she was on recently and even went back a few pages to see what she had been looking at before. To my shock, Rachel had been looking at a lot of interracial porn. I saw pages and videos of BBC fucking white women hardcore and raw.

My mind went into an absolute whirlwind. The more I looked, the harder I got. I saw her search history consisted of, “Black dicks for white chicks,” “BBC raw,” “Blacked. com” and a few others. Automatically, this reignited my fantasy. For the first time in a while, I truly felt like there might be a path back to my fantasy. I quickly close the rest of her apps and made my way back to her at the party. The rest of the evening I tried to contain myself as much as humanly possible. I eventually talked her into leaving a bit early under the guise of needing to get our children to bed-- it was around 8:30 pm after all. I was the designated driver as I hate drinking, but Rachel does enjoy having a few seltzers. On our way home, I could tell she had a decent buzz going, and I quickly formulated a plot for some amazing sex that evening. Once we got home, we put our children to bed, and retreated to our bedroom. Once we were in our bedroom, all bets were off. I quickly started undressing Rachel, kissing her neck, kissing her chest, and nibbling her ears. I was essentially hammering the buttons I knew to press to get her going. When Rachel has a decent buzz, I know that means she gets horny, and she wants it rough. Normally, I do not do rough sex often, but tonight was obviously different. As we were well into having sex, I pulled both arms over her head and held them there, and she wrapped her legs around me. While thrusting, I got close to her ear and quietly said, “I bet if this were a big black cock fucking your little white pussy right now you’d be going crazy.” Instantly, I felt her get so much wetter around my cock. It was like I squirted lube straight into her pussy. She began moaning louder and louder, and I kept talking, saying similar things over and over. “I know you like black cock.” “I know you love sucking on big thick dick.” “I bet if Jack were here you’d let him breed your pussy like a good slut.” After I said that last line, she began cumming incredibly hard and drenched our bed in her juices.

When we were finished and were both laying there, coming down from cloud nine, I confessed to her that I saw the porn she had been looking at. She was really embarrassed and asked what I thought. I told her she had absolutely zero reason to be embarrassed, and that we just had some of the best sex of our lives because of it. I asked her how long she had been looking at porn like that and she explained a few months, and that it doesn’t happen often. She explained that sometimes when I am not home, she has gotten horny and started looking at porn and masturbates. She explained that one time while scrolling through some videos an interracial video popped up, her curiosity got the better of her, and she watched it. She told me that it indeed reminded her of Jack and so she got into interracial and when she would masturbate, she would think of Jack. Upon hearing this, I could not help myself and I had to have her again right then and there.

We had some pretty hard core sex right on the spot where I kept saying similar lines as before and it drove her into another intense orgasm. When we were done with our second, what I could only describe as fuck session, she admitted that she did like interracial porn, but she did not want me to get my hopes up. Rachel explained that it was indeed hot to fantasize and now talk, about because it was so wrong and taboo, but it was not worth the guilt she felt after blowing Jack. I reminded her that I support any decision she makes 100% and that my fantasy was not worth losing our family over. On the outside, I definitely did what I think any good husband should do and that is support their spouse’s decisions. However, my mind was going a thousand miles per hour and I did start to think about the possibility of her exploring another man again.

**If you have made it this far without losing interest, I want to say thank you. I am nervous as I write this and could NEVER let anyone we know in real life know about what we have done, but It is amazing to finally get it out. It seemed like folks wanted more after the first post, and I hope the interest is still there. If so, I’ll keep sharing our story. BTW, I know it is a bit hard to follow the timeline, but this all started way back in 2017. Finding her porn on her phone happened in probably late 2018, or early 2019 (my mind is foggy after everything that has happened). I’ll post part 3 later today or tomorrow. Thank you all again!

It actually happened… (part 1)

I have typed this whole thing out a few times and have finally decided to post. Because I have never posted before, please be patient with my writing and what not. So with that being said, lets get into it.

My name isn’t important, and for the sake of the keeping it safe and anonymous, we can call my wife Rachel. So, Rachel and I are in our early 30s, we’ve been together for 10 years and married for 8. College sweethearts, the whole shabang. For those who like background and descriptions, Rachel is about 5’4, definitely curvy in the right place, and I guess that is what two kids will do. She has sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, 36DD and a plump mom booty. Rachel grew up very sheltered in an exceedingly religious household, and was pretty well off in terms of family having money. In contrast, I am the most average 5’11, 180lbs guy that grew up very poor.

After Rachel turned 18 and went off to college, she did stop going to church so often, but did keep the conservative religious nature about her. On the other hand, I was more of a wild ass, and maybe thats what attracted her to me? With that being said, our sex life was also vanilla. I have always been the one to push boundaries and get her to try new things. A few years into our relationship, during a post sex talk, we talked about ways we could spice things up in the future and secret fantasies we’ve never told anyone before. As I kind of expected, Rachel’s fantasies included things like bondage, car play, public play, etc. just things that I kind of expected due to her lack of experience and conservative upbringing. On the other hand, I did not have many fantasies, just one-- I wanted to see another man have his way with my wife. After 10 years of marriage, a nice little family, and a beautiful sheltered wife, the hottest thing to me was the possibility of seeing her turn into some sort of porn star or something.

I was hesitant to disclose this fantasy to her, but I did anyways as she had disclosed hers to me. Shockingly, she was open to it-- not actually doing it, but including it into our bedroom talk (I am a talkative person during sex). She expressed it is not something she would EVER even consider doing in real life, but she saw no harm in just including it in bedroom talk. This kicked off a wild ride for us, while having sex she would tease me about hooking up with some random guy, sending me videos of it, etc. This went on for a few years and I loved it. It was such a turn on for her to be willing to talk about it and include it in our bedroom talk. Eventually, just talking about it lost its edge to me and it began to not excite me as much as it once did.

Because of this, I asked her about opening up more and sexting someone… just really any step that could advance my fantasy. She was not open to this idea, and I left it alone. It sucked, but leaving it alone was the right thing to do. At this point, I thought my fantasy was essentially capped. Until one day things kind of picked up. Rachel is a traveling operations director at a construction company that is big in our area. Most of her job is traveling around to different sites/facilities to ensure progress is being made, deliver plans from higher ups, and ensure all protocol is being followed. One day at work, I received a text from Rachel that explained while at a facility, a guy (we can call him Jack) was bold enough to joke around and even flirt with her. The real shocking part was her explaining that she actually found him attractive and flirted back a little.

Her texts explaining the situation sent me over the moon. That night we had some of the hottest sex that we have ever had. I questions about what she found attractive about him, did she consider doing anything, when will she visit his facility again, etc. After we finished having sex, we needed to have a talk because it sent my mind and fantasies into overdrive. She explained that she would be open to flirting more with him when she visited his facility, but reminded me to be realistic and not get excited because she did not feel comfortable doing anything more than subtle flirting. I was disappointed that the fantasy essentially seemed capped again. Over the next few months, she did visit his facility a few more times, and each time I received texts about Jack flirting with her, blatantly checking her out, and offering to take her out to lunch. She would tell me that she would flirt back, would purposely wear revealing shirts and tighter pants when she knew she would visit his facility, but would always decline his offers of things progressing outside of work.

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The nights after she would visit his facility always led to us having intense sex. I would always tease her that I would love video updates of him and her rather than text updates about flirting, and would constantly remind her that if she ever wanted to actually do anything with Jack that I was completely open to it and would be happy if it ever happened. She always responded to me with teasing saying maybe she will. Nothing ever actually came of it though and we both eventually got very busy with work. For a while, we both became very busy with work. Normally, we would have sex one or twice a week, but this shifted to once every three or so weeks. One day, Rachel texted me that she would be visiting Jack’s facility that day, and I responded with my normal teasing of encouraging her to do something, send me videos of them hooking up, and so on. About an hour and a half later, Rachel texted me that Jack had invited her to lunch and she was actually considering taking him up on the offer. This sent my head and cock both into orbit. I texted her back that I thought it was an amazing idea and that she should totally do it.

After sending that text, Rachel called me a few minutes later and explained that she wants to, but she would feel so guilty like she was cheating. Rachel explained that was the main reason she had never let it progress beyond bedroom talk because she would feel too guilty like she was cheating. I explained to her that it was not cheating, it was a fantasy I wanted to happen, and that it would be the hottest thing she could possibly do. I also reminded her about our lack of sex, and teased that she could maybe have him do stuff to her that I normally dont do. This excited her and she asked a few more times if I was sure to which I replied that I wanted it more than anything. Rachel told me she would have lunch with Jack, but do not get my hopes up because she would be extremely nervous and still was not totally comfortable. I told Rachel that was okay and I respect that. But, I also teased that if something happened I wanted a video. She laughed, called me an ass, and hung up.

About an hour later, I felt my phone vibrate and unlocked my phone to see something that I NEVER thought I would see. I opened my phone to a video text from Rachel. I opened the video and saw my sweet, conservative, religious wife in the front seat of a car that I did not recognize with her head bobbing up and down on a rather large cock. From what I could see, they were parked in a back alley somewhere. She was leaning over from the passenger seat, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, and her pants pulled down slightly and I assume he was finger fucking her pussy while she went down on him. About 10 minutes later, I received another video of her going down on him very deep, him grunting and moaning, and her head staying down. I went straight to the bathroom at work and blew my load.

I could barely contain myself and told my boss I needed to leave early because I was starting to feel ill. I was sent home early and I kept rewatching the videos over and over. I could not believe it. My sweet, sheltered wife just sucked a big cock and swallowed his load. Later that day, Rachel came home and we had probably the hottest and most intense sex of our whole marriage. I normally still wear condoms as we are unsure if we want anymore kids or not, but we had raw sex and I couldn’t help but blow my whole load inside of her.

Unfortunately, to make a long story short, after we had sex she explained that she felt horrible about what she did. I consoled her and let her know that she did not do anything wrong. But unfortunately she regretted it and expressed that she did not want to ever do it again. I let her know that I support her 100% and stand behind any decision she makes. I expressed that my fantasy means nothing in the face of her mental health. She was grateful for this and it alleviated the guilt she was feeling. She eventually set it up to where her assistant would visit Jack’s facility from now on. Selfishly, I was disappointed, but knew it was for the best and respected/supported the decision she made. I asked her if it was okay if I saved the videos on my phone to enjoy by myself and she said it was okay, but she just didnt want to see them or me to talk about them. Fortunately, we quickly fell back into our normal routine once our work loads slowed down and things went back to normal.

True story reposted from r/cuckoldstories2

*** Originally posted in r/cuckoldstories2. The original user account has been deleted :( ***

So for the full background of our situation, you can check out my post history, but basically - my wife and I are both 24, grew up very conservatively and so were virgins when we got married, and therefore never really had any sexual experience. We started talking last year about an open relationship, but I didn’t love the idea until we found cuckolding. I like that she’s my one and only etc. but she’s wanted to explore, and cuckolding gave us a great way to do both of those.

A couple months ago she started looking for someone using Tinder, but really didn’t click with anyone our age as they didn’t understand our background etc. At the suggestion of reddit she switched over to Feeld and met someone who she did click with - he’s 34, previous experienced in an open relationship and even as a bull of sorts. They met up for coffee a couple weeks ago (I posted about it when it happened), they kissed then, and she was super into him. So she then wanted to meet up with him for real. We made plans for this past Saturday to go out to drinks with him at this bar, and then we booked an Airbnb for them to go back to. He lives kinda further away from us so she didn’t want to travel all that way the first real time with him.

Saturday Day:

We were both nervous AF the days leading up to it, but also very excited about it. Saturday morning she went out to breakfast with a friend of hers who knows what we’re trying - this friend is poly and has given great advice on that front so she wanted to chat to calm her nerves. When she got home, we hung out together just being lazy and stuff for most of the day. When it was nearing time, she took a bath - I got her bath bombs and candles and things so she could relax and she loved that, she felt pampered and enjoyed that part of getting ready. She did most of that on her own but I did watch her get dressed. She wasn’t wearing anything too sexy but did have a new matching bra and underwear set that was super cute. We were both pretty on edge all day as we were nervous but I also felt super close with her. The one thing we did that was very symbolic for us is that she took off her wedding ring and left it in her jewelry box. It’s not even that she wears it all the time usually, but there’s a big element for us given our upbringing about marriage and her no longer being constrained by the marriage and that really nailed it home for us.

Saturday Evening:

She left around 6:30 for their 7:00 date, and it really felt surreal to kiss her goodbye and send her on her way to be with another man. She was so nervous, must have asked me 100 times how she looked, and if I was okay etc. But finally she left, and yeah, surreal is the only way to put it. I was pretty quickly enveloped with angst, wonder what they were doing, how it was going, etc. I had every intention of sitting on here and chatting about it but the feelings were so overwhelming I had to sort of chill, play video games and try to mellow out.

Our rules were basically only use protection, and text for safety (i.e. when she got there, when she went to the airbnb etc.) So she texted me when she got to the bar, then nothing for a while, then like 2 hours later texted and said that she was having a great time, they were going to have one more drink and then go to the airbnb. That was such a shockwave to me, like - her saying it’s going to happen, and when. She didn’t text again for like an hour, and I was wondering when they were gunna leave to the place, but then she texted me that she needed the door code. She was having issues signing into the airbnb account and needed me to give her the code for it. That was kinda wild, and if there was ever a time to back out it would have been then. But I didn’t, I gave her the code, and that was that, it was gunna happen.

At this point I started watching porn and edging and it was all so overwhelmingly hot thinking about what they were getting up to. She didn’t text me again until 1:30 and said that she was heading home. I asked her how it was but she basically just said she had a really good time and left it at that.

When she got home I wanted to pounce on her as soon as she walked through the door, but instead took the advice of people here and was patient - she washed up, got changed, came to bed and laid with me. I asked her how the night was and she said that it was really good. She said that she loved hanging out with him and they had a ton of fun at the bar. She’s like if we didn’t have the airbnb booked we could have stayed there all night. I asked her if they had sex, and she said yes. She asked me how I felt about that and I told her I wasn’t sure but it was very hot and I’m glad she got to do it. I asked if she enjoyed it and she said she did, a lot. I asked if she wanted to have sex and she said not now but asked if I needed to cum, I said no. Before bed she asked if I still love her. And it was so sweet to say yes of course, more than anything and cuddle up with her.

Sunday:

When we got up on Sunday I made breakfast and coffee and kinda pampered her, we hung out and watched some shows and had a lazy day. She was pretty emotional about it during the day, wanting lots of cuddling and closeness and said that she was feeling really guilty about it, about having done that and about having enjoyed it etc. There’s a lot there in terms of how we were raised etc. but I was super reassuring to her that it was all okay and wonderful, and she started to feel more okay with it as the day went on. She’s still feeling that guilt a bit but it’s not as overwhelming as it was that morning.

Sunday night after dinner she made us old fashioneds and sat down on the couch with me and said she was ready to talk about it some if I wanted. I did, so she told me about it. Not a play by play, but she gave the highlights - how they climbed into bed and made out, that they got completely naked and were grinding on each other before doing anything, how she sucked his cock and then eventually that they had sex. She came from it that first time, and after she recovered they went back at it and he came in her with a condom on. They messed around for a while and then had sex for a second time before she left. She showed me with her hands how big he was and it’s prob around 7 inches, and she said he was thick and hit the spots for her.

She was kinda feeling guilty again after laying that all out so we ended up just cuddling and stuff that night, and it was a surprisingly sweet and emotional thing.

Monday:

This morning we got up and she wasn’t feeling as guilty about it and I was being really supportive and so she was more feeling very appreciative that I let her do this, that she gets to experience all of this with me and have a supportive partner through it all. She got emotional at one point and cried a bit, happy tears though of love and acceptance. Tonight we were hanging out and she’s like do you still want to have sex with me after this? And of course I said yes and we did, it was really sweet and incredibly loving. Overall after today I feel even closer to her than ever before, and it’s clear that she feels the same.

We talked a bit about it and she said she does want to see him again, and she texted with him some today. We will talk this week about when the next time will be and what it’ll be like, but it sounds like we’re on a good path to keep doing this.

I’ve discovered some amazing line-drawing comics that tell amazing cuckold stories in a visual form. No words, only pictures, but the story is clear. My question is, are stories told via images allowed here?

Here’s an example: story drawn by @burdieowo

Let Her Go to Him

Your beautiful wife is naked in your bed. You can feel the heat of her pussy as it rests so close to your cock. Her nipples are hard as they press into your chest. Normally you’d reach between your legs and slip inside her, satisfying her need. Tonight is different. Another man has aroused her tonight.

He’s your college buddy and he’s staying in the guest bedroom. You shared a few bottles of wine over dinner and somehow your wife ended up in his lap. You watched him caress her lithe body though the skimpy dress she was wearing. You watched as they shared a few sensual kisses. You were just drunk enough to let the foreplay happen before you stopped it.

Now you’re in bed and you know she’s thinking about him. You know her pussy is wet because of him. You know her nipples are hard because of him. You know your cock is hard because of what you saw. You want to deny it, but you can’t. You’re still a little drunk. That’s why you say it.

“Go to him.”

She lifts her head off your chest and looks at you. She studies your face for the truth of what you just said.

“Go to him,” you say again.

“Are you sure?” she asks. You know in that moment that she wants it. She didn’t say no. She didn’t try and deny her desire. She just asked if you were sure.

“Yes,” you say.

She slips out of the bed and you admire her slender frame and sexy bottom as she walks out of the room. You hear her knock softly on the guest bedroom door before she opens it. You hear the surprise in your friend’s voice as your naked wife walks into the guest bedroom, but the words are lost.

Your cock throbs as you sit and strain to hear what’s happening one room over. She hasn’t come back yet so you know your friend didn’t send her away. You know he took your wife into his arms. You know he’s probably kissing her right now.

You slip out of bed and move across the room as quietly as possible. You stop at the half open bedroom door and listen. Your wife’s moan drifts across the hall and reaches your ears. You feel a sense of desire so powerful it staggers you. You haven’t touched your cock but it’s erect nonetheless.

You step quietly into the hallway as another moan reaches your ears. You move closer to the guest bedroom door and hear your wife and your friend kissing. Now the sound is clearer. You can hear them both moaning between kisses. They’re lost in the joy of foreplay with someone new.

It’s dark in the hallway and you feel confident enough to peak into the guest bedroom. Your friend is naked and your wife’s soft, delicate fingers are wrapped around his cock. She’s stroking him slowly as they kiss. You watch his fingers move between her legs and gently slip inside her. Your wife moans into his mouth.

You’re not sure why this turns you on so much, but you can’t help it. You can’t look away. You want her to straddle him and sit on his cock. You want to see another man fuck your wife.

Your wife breaks the kiss and strokes your friend’s cock as she holds his gaze. The romantic connection between them is profoundly arousing. The sight of the beautiful woman you married eagerly stroking someone else’s cock drives you crazy with lust.

She kisses down his chest and stomach. She’s going to take him into her mouth. She’s going to offer your friend a blowjob. She was just in your bed. She was just on top you. Her pussy was inches from your cock. You sent her to him. You let her have what she wanted and now she’s going to take it.

Her lips wrap around his cock and she takes the head into her mouth. Your friend moans and you understand why. You’ve experienced her mouth many times. It’s like Heaven. She possesses incredible oral talent and now he’s getting to experience it.

She’s making love to him with her mouth. The sight of her head bobbing up and down between his legs makes your cock ache. You want to masturbate but you know it would be too loud. You know they’d hear you. All you can do is watch as your wife sucks someone else’s cock.

His cock slips from her mouth and your wife wraps her fingers around him and strokes it. She straddles him and guides his cock between her pussy lips. There’s no condom.

His hands move over her ass, hips, and back as she slowly sinks onto his cock. They moan together as he fills her. You watch from the doorway as another man’s bare cock fills your wife. She arches her back and gently tilts her head towards the ceiling. She rides him.

You’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Your wife is slowly riding another man’s cock and you’re watching from just a few feet away. You feel intensely jealous and wildly aroused as you witness this pleasure that you invited her to enjoy.

His hands move over her body just like yours do when you make love to her. He plays with her perky breasts. He squeezes her ass. He pulls her lips to his for long, slow kisses while his cock pumps in and out of her pussy. He moans when it feels particularly good.

She’s getting close. You can see it. You can hear it. You know how she moans when she’s about to cum. It’s going to happen. Another man is going to make your wife cum while you watch.

There it is. She stops riding him and throws her head back. She moans louder. She can’t help it. She’s cumming. She’s experiencing pure bliss and it’s someone else’s cock that’s responsible. You’ve never been so aroused.

She leans forward and kisses him. Their tongues mingle as his hands move over her body again. She knows he hasn’t cum yet and you know she’s not going to leave until he gets to experience the same orgasmic bliss.

She whispers something in his ear and then moves to her hands and knees. She’s facing the door, but it’s too dark in the hallway for her to see you. You’re looking right at her and she has no idea you’re there.

Here eyes close and she bites her lower lip as he slides into your wife from behind. He leans forward and kisses her back while thrusting inside her. His hands find her breasts and he squeezes them gently as she moans for him.

You’re so turned on you feel like it’s possible to cum without touching your cock. You study your wife’s face as he fucks her. You see every the pleasure she’s experiencing. You witness the pleasure she’s giving him. You’re the only one that’s not in the throes of sexual delight at the moment.

He thrusts harder and faster into her. He plays with her breasts as her mouth opens and a steady stream of low, lusty moans escapes. He’s getting closer. You’re sure of it.

You expect him to pull out, but he doesn’t. He buries his cock in your wife’s pussy and releases his load. You can see the look on his face. That’s how a man looks when he’s cumming, and he’s cumming in your wife.

You find the look of complete satisfaction on her face impossibly arousing. She likes it. She likes that he’s cumming inside her. She likes that your friend just filled her with his seed.

You like it too. You don’t want to, but you can’t help it.

He pulls out and they collapse into the bed together. She pulls the comforter over their bodies and snuggles against him. It seems like she’s planning on spending the night in his bed.

You tip toe back to the bedroom and climb under the sheets. Your heart is pounding and your cock is stiff. You wrap your fingers around it and close your eyes. You stroke slowly, using your precum as lube. You picture your wife’s face when he climaxed inside her. It doesn’t take long for you to orgasm.

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*** I got this post from r/beccabellamy www.reddit.com/r/…/let_her_go_to_him/ ***

A sliver of sunlight streaming through the small opening in the hotel curtains wakes you. Your wife stirs in the bed.

She stretches and releases a sound that can only be described as a joyful purr. “Last night was incredible,” she says.

A low groan of agreement follows. Soft lips meet flesh as the sound of her kisses floats into the air.

“I’ve never been fucked like that before,” your wife says. “Is he ready to go again?”

She’s right. Last night was incredible. Your cock stirs to life at the idea that she wants to go again. Your wife is insatiable and it delights you to no end.

“Ooh, he’s getting hard for me,” she says delightedly.

For a moment, jealousy is all you feel. It’s not your cock that she’s excited about. There’s another man in the king size bed and he’s the one that was incredible last night. He’s the one that fucked your wife to a seemingly endless stream of body-shaking orgasms. He’s the one that’s going to fuck her this morning, too.

You know the jealousy will pass. It always does. Lust always wins out. The intense arousal you feel when another man is fucking your wife – and fucking her exceptionally well – is what you crave more than anything.

That’s why you roll over and look. You’re a foot away from your wife and yet all her attention is focused on another man. She has his thick cock in her hand and his tongue in her mouth. He is getting hard for her, just like she said, and it won’t be long before he’s inside her.

You’re getting hard too. You can’t help it. You don’t even have to touch your cuckold cock for it to get stiff when your wife is fooling around with another man.

She moves down his body, kissing him softly along the way. You know where she’s going and what she’s going to do when she gets there. You know your wife loves having him in her mouth. You know she loves showing off her cocksucking skills.

As you watch her lips wrap around his thick cock you can’t help but imagine how good her mouth felt on your dick when she used to give you blowjobs. It doesn’t happen anymore; now that she’s got his cock there’s no need to suck yours. You can still remember it though. You can remember that intense burst of wetness and warmth and the feel of her tongue running along the underside of your cock head.

Now he gets to experience that pleasure while you watch and stroke. You can’t help it. Watching your wife suck someone else’s cock is intensely thrilling.

Then she looks at you. She holds your gaze as another man fills her mouth with his thick dick. It’s intoxicating.

“Do you like watching me suck his cock?” your wife asks.

“Yes,” you say. You want to say so much more. You want to tell her how it fills you with intense pleasure and jealousy, how you love watching his cock disappear into her mouth, how you love that she’s gotten better at giving head since he came into your lives, but you don’t. This isn’t a time for conversation. You know that. You know she just likes to tease you a little while she’s playing with him.

Your loins tingle with intense pleasure as your wife straddles him. She rubs his cock along the smooth pussy you shaved the night before. You watch as she opens for his thickness. She groans as he slowly fills her pussy. Her eyes are closed and her head is tilted towards the ceiling. She is experiencing a moment of pure bliss. It’s the same thing every time. When she first feels his cock buried deep inside her she likes to savor it.

“That feels so fucking good,” she says.

His hands move over her hips and up her torso. He plays with her breasts as your wife begins to ride him. You can’t pull your gaze from between her legs. The sight of her pussy bouncing up and down on his enormously thick cock is too beautiful to resist. It’s perfect in every way. Your small cock is in your hand and his big cock is in her pussy, where yours should be. Not anymore, though. Now you’re a cuckold. You’ve literally been replaced.

“I’m going to cum!” your wife cries out.

Less than a minute with his cock inside her and she’s already cumming. Size matters, cuckold.

After her orgasm, your wife climbs off his cock and gets on her hands and knees. She wants to be taken from behind while you watch. Even better, she’s close enough that you can kiss her. She loves being close to you as his cock fills and stretches her pussy from behind. She loves to tease you.

“Did you like watching him make me cum?” your wife asks as he slips inside her from behind.

“Yes,” you answer.

“You don’t make me cum like that,” she says. She knows it’s what you want to hear. She’s learned that you love to be reminded of your sexual inferiority. “Your dick is too small to make me cum like that.”

The humiliation is so beautiful. It’s an act of love. She knows it turns you on. She had the orgasm she craved and now she wants to give you the one you crave.

“Say it,” she demands. “Say your dick is too small to make me cum.”

“My dick is too small to make my wife cum,” you say.

She presses her lips against yours and her tongue darts into your mouth. She moans as his big cock fucks her hard and fast from behind. You feel her pleasure. It fills your body.

He groans. He’s getting close. She grabs your balls and squeezes them.

“Cum, cuckold,” your wife orders. “Cum as another man fills me with his seed.”

He groans louder. He’s seconds away from emptying his balls into your wife’s pussy.

“Cum like a cuckold should. Cum as a better man fucks your wife,” she says.

That’s it. You can’t hold back. You cum. You orgasm as he buries his cock into your wife’s pussy and cums inside her. You cum like a cuckold should.

“Good boy,” she whispers. “Good boy.”

*** Reposted from r/beccabellamy www.reddit.com/r/…/the_morning_after/ ***

“Dad, can I have a girl stay overnight tonight?”

I said abruptly. Not at all as I had planned… Gosh I really messed this one up. My dad looked up at me from his morning paper through his black thick rimmed glasses and said to my surprise,

“Yeah sure Tommy that would be fine.”

I couldn’t believe it. My heart jumped up into my throat and I almost choked on my cereal I was so happy. I immediately got up from the table and went to text my girlfriend Chloe to tell her all plans were go.

She was going to tell her parents that she was staying at her best friend Kyla’s house. I thought Kyla was a complete bitch, but that didn’t matter because Chloe was spending the night with me!

I was basically shaking with excitement all day. Chloe and I had been dating for about 3 months and I had yet to tell my dad about her because… Well ever since mom left dad’s been kind of out of it. It never seems like he cares one-way or the other. He’s about 43. I got my blue eyes and athletic body from him, but I think my straight blonde hair in contrast to his dark brown curly hair reminds him daily that someone else helped make up my genome. And that’s not a topic he is very fond of discussing with me.

I was just cleaning up my room getting everything perfect for Chloe to come over when all of the sudden I felt my phone buzz against my thigh. It was a message from Chloe saying her parents went for it and she’d be over at 6 p.m., followed by a selfie. OH MY GOSH SHE IS SO GORGEOUS. She has long wavy blond hair that frames her high cheekbones perfectly. She has “mysterious” green misty eyes, and full pouty lips that look perpetually like she’s ready for a kiss.

I texted back, “You look beautiful I can’t wait to see you! ;D” And got back to picking up all the clothes on my floor.

She was definitely one of the prettiest girls at my school. Maybe even tied for the most gorgeous with her best friend Kyla. But Chloe wasn’t like that bitch Kyla. Kyla was attractive in a slutty way. She always wore really tight clothes to show off her big boobs, and shorts that would show the bottom of her ass. Chloe was gorgeous in an ethereal pure way. She always dressed really classy even though she has an amazing body. It’s one of the things I love about her. She doesn’t try to impress other guys because she’s with me.

After I finished cleaning up my room I looked at the clock. 11:00 a.m. Damn it. Still 7 hours until I would get to see my love. So I went to the living room to see what my dad was up to and maybe tell him my plans for the night.

“Hey dad.” I said as I walked up to sit down on the armchair adjacent from the sofa he was laying on while reading some book.

“Hey buddy, what’s going on?”

“I just wanted to go over my plans for tonight. I think when my friend gets here we’re probably going to watch a movie, after that do you think we could order some pizza, and maybe go for a midnight swim?”

“Yeah. Certainly champ. I just might join yah. I’ve barely been out to use the pool this summer. And it seems wasteful to pay people to keep it running like I do… Is it wasteful?” My dad said with his signature out-of-it look on his face.

“I don’t think so! I’ve gotten plenty of use out of the pool this summer. It’s helped me stay in shape, and my friends love it too!”

“Oh. Good. So you don’t mind if I join you?”

“Not at all dad. It’ll be good for you to have some other human interaction.”

“You think so?” My dad responded almost muttering under his breath, sounding particularly lost.

“Yeah dad… I really really do.”

Ding-dong!

“Finally!” I yelled to myself and ran down the stairs to great my angel! But my dad beat me to it.

“Can I help you?” My dad said seemingly surprised that there was an 18 year old girl at the door.

“Dad!” I said a little too loudly. They both started and looked over at me.

“This is Chloe, the girl I told you about that was spending the night. Remember?”

“Oh yes of course!” Said my dad in a way that in no way indicated that he remembered.

“Hi Mr. Daniels.” Said Chloe in the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard with just a little raspiness in it, so sexy. “It’s certainly nice to meet you.” She said with a big bright smile.

“It is very nice to meet you too!” Said my dad extending his hand to make her acquaintance.

Now that was a sight. My 6’4" dad in his gym shorts and tee shirt with his hair all in disarray shaking the hand of my 5’2" girlfriend wearing a nice form fitting teal tee with white short-shorts, and knee high socks. It looked like a giant making the acquaintance of a fairy princess.

“Well come in come in!” Said my dad. “I will leave you two to your business. Just come get me when you’re ready to swim okay Tommy?”

“Sure dad!”

“It nice to meet you Mr. Daniels!” Chloe said and flashed a winning smile as he walked away.

Chloe and I got comfortable in the living room cuddling on the couch. We watched a movie that she brought over. Some anime, she’s secretly a nerd don’t tell anyone. And made out a little bit. Kissing her lips was like heaven, but I had yet to get much past that point. Chloe was a classy girl, and we already talked about how she liked to take things slow. We were both virgins and had yet to really talk about giving it up to each other, but tonight looked promising! We were going to be sharing a bed after all.

–

After the movie ended the pizza man got there and dropped off the pizza my dad ordered for us. We went to the kitchen and opened up the box to dig in.

“Oh no Tommy!” Said Chloe when she saw what was in the box. “Did you forget?”

Oh crap I thought. What did I forget? I felt like I was turning into my dad.

“Kyla and I are trying to be vegetarians! Remember? This pizza looks like everything that could possibly have been killed was put on it at once.”

“I’m so sorry babe! I do remember that. I can’t believe I forgot.”

“What’s wrong guys?” My dad said as he strolled into the room.

“I forgot to tell you Chloe is a vegetarian, and you ordered our usual meat lovers pizza.”

“Awe man. I’m really sorry to hear that.” My dad said looking downtrodden.

“Oh don’t worry about it Mr. Daniels!” Chloe said being the gracious angel she is with a smile. “I can just pick the meat off just this time.”

“Fantastic! Well then that’s problem solved.” My dad said looking happier than I’ve seen him in weeks.

We all sat around the table and Chloe and my dad talked it out. He was a researcher on sabbatical, she wanted to major in biology and then go to med-school, and wanted to one-day backpack across Europe. All the basic stuff.

“I just want to get out there and see the world outside of my comfort zone.” Said Chloe.

“I remember that feeling.” Said my dad with a nostalgic look on his face.

It was good to have him interact with someone that wasn’t me. I’m so happy that Chloe is getting through to him. She’s so perfect. After a while I suggested that we all go for a late night swim.

Chloe and I went up to my room to get changed. She went into my bathroom to get ready. I got naked and was about to change into my trunks when I heard a vibration on my bed. It was Chloe’s phone with a message from Kyla. I really shouldn’t have looked, but I saw my name somewhere in the message. Curiosity overtook me and I looked at the conversation.

Kyla: Whatever bitch. There is no way your boyfriend is hung. That guys a wimp. You should’ve come out with me tonight. I could’ve hooked you up with some real dick. ;D

Chloe: He’s fine Kyla! I love him and everything we do is awesome. His penis is great so stop bothering me about it.

Kyla: Whatever slut. If his “penis” is so great why don’t you take a picture of it and send it to me tonight to prove it.

Chloe: Ew gross! I don’t want your eyes all over my man’s junk.

Kyla: Ugh… Tommy Daniels does not have a big cock. He hardly has a cock at all. Alex told me that he just barely saw it in the locker room it was so small.

Chloe: Alex makes stuff up all the time. He’s still not over me. BUT FINE. If it’ll get you to shut up I’ll take a picture of it tonight.

Kyla: Not a picture of it. A picture with it. And then I’ll stop being mean about your cute little baby dick Tommy.

It was then that I heard the door open behind me I put the phone down quickly and turned around when I suddenly remembered… I never put on my trunks… My girlfriend looked at me with wide eyes and open mouth as she quickly examined my naked body. She yelped, “Sorry!” And then slammed the door. Suddenly a sense of dread came over me, and the room started closing in. My beautiful girlfriend that every guy in the school wants to be with has just come to the realization that her boyfriend has a very very very small 3 inch penis.

I was wading in the pool trying to convince myself that maybe Chloe didn’t see anything. Then that thought made me feel much worse.

Chloe was on the diving board about to dive in. She looked so sexy in her black bikini. Against her flawless white skin and light blonde hair her features exploded. Her body looked incredible. Her boobs were a large handful, but not so big that it was overwhelming, but big enough that it made me feel even smaller. I just realized I would never be able to slide my dick between those perfect firm tits like they did in porn because I wasn’t big enough.

Then I was jolted from my dread when I heard a splash. Chloe dove in and was swimming over to me as I was trying to put a smile on to make it look like my life wasn’t crumbling around me. When her head came up in the water in front of me she looked at me with a smile. Then she frowned a little and asked, “Is everything okay Tommy?”

“Yeah! It’s great. I’m having a great time with you and I think my dad likes you a lot and everything is just perfect.” I said… Maybe a little too earnestly…