Threesome turned into me watching my gf get fucked TWICE. I’m officially her cuck bf
Reupload after getting feedback I want detailed enough. Sorry for the long read I wanted to get every detail.
Also yes I used AI to help write this just to make it follow and add the details but this is all 100% true.
I moved after school and within a few months I met my dream girl. She’s 5’3, slim but thick in all the right places—her ass shakes noticeably when she walks even though she’s small. Her skin is super smooth, dark and flawless. She had a leave-out with a perfect side part that framed her face just right, and her tits sit really nice and perky. I spent a ton of money on her (she’s into findom, so that’s part of the deal), including a tattoo that somehow made her even sexier. She’s got pretty feet too, and everything about her is wild and freaky. She loves attention, lives for it, and she’s naturally dominant as hell. Her personality is fun, bold, and unapologetic.
I’ve always been hypersexual—both my exes called me that, and I can’t really argue. Cucking is just one of my many kinks, all of which revolve around being beneath a woman, degraded, or submissive. My first girlfriend was good at it, the second not so much, but this girl is everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife or girlfriend. We started dating in December after meeting in October, and we’ve been together every single day since. I love her. She loves being above me, and I love submitting. We talk about cucking nonstop, but I’ve always backed out when we actually go out. She’ll dance with guys right in front of me, get drinks bought for her, and soak up the attention. I always stand right next to her so dudes know she’s mine, but if they don’t see me, they swarm her instantly. It makes me insanely jealous… but so fucking horny.
We’ve done soft cucking a few times before. Like on New Year’s—she danced with a couple guys, nothing too long, but toward the end of the night she started playing with my nipples discreetly. She knows exactly when I get so horny my brain turns off and I become a completely different person. I told her she should find someone to cuck me with. She got excited immediately and told me to walk away. When I looked back, she was already in the crowd with a guy buying her drinks, complimenting her, and even her feet (she knows I’m obsessed with them). She showed him her feet and I almost lost it. They sat at the bar talking for a few minutes—he was saying how he’d spend so much money on her. I eventually tapped her and we left. She got his number but never texted him. Another time we were out with her friend. The two of them went twerking in an elevated cage while I stood outside watching. Guys were smacking her ass, throwing money in her dress. As soon as she stepped out, she got three guys’ numbers right in front of her friend and me. I was pissed, especially since it was my first time meeting her friend.
Anyway, we’d been talking about going further, but I kept chickening out. Until this trip to Atlanta to meet her family. We’re getting serious—we really love each other. I’ve never been able to be around a girl this much without getting irritated, but with her it’s different. We’re a great match. Atlanta is full of clubs and freaks, and she mentioned Tokyo Valentino—this sex/lifestyle club with basically no rules: glory holes, strippers, everything. It’s also a sex shop.
She said we could go, but she needed a nap first. I knew her—if she napped, we probably weren’t going. It was already a Monday night and getting late. Before her nap I told her, “You’re not gonna wanna go after you sleep, it’ll be too late.” I stayed up the whole time. When her alarm went off around midnight, I started playfully pulling her leg, begging, guilt-tripping her: “This is my first time in Atlanta and we’ve only been out once.” I dragged her out of bed after almost an hour of that. We drove there, but when we arrived at like 1:30 a.m. she still didn’t want to go in. We sat outside for an hour and a half, me almost driving away twice. We kept going back and forth: “Are you sure you wanna go back home? We can go in, it’s up to you.” “No, it’s up to you.” A lot of hesitation. We finally went in around 3–3:30 a.m.
It was scary in there at first. Super dark, creepy. We walked past these dark rooms where you could just see figures staring out, waiting. Downstairs felt weird with trannies and people lurking. We went up to the top floor and it was more like a strip club—one naked dancer on stage with a bunch of guys watching. That felt a little more normal.
We went into the BDSM room. She put me in a cage and started teasing me from outside with slow, seductive dancing. I kept trying to reach out and grab her, but every time I tried to get out she’d say “Stay” in that stern voice that goes straight to my dick. She was wearing a one-piece bodysuit that showed a ton of cleavage. There was this one short, chubby, older Black guy in there—he looked strange, definitely a weirdo. He stayed and watched us the whole time, making loud comments I could barely understand. He followed us everywhere. We’d switch floors and he’d just pop up. We eventually lost him.
We found our own dark room with no door. I dropped down and started sucking her toes. She’d been wearing those furry boots all night, so her feet were super sweaty and they smelled exactly how I love—strong, musky, club-sweaty. She was calling me a “good boy” and giving me directions while I worshipped them. People would walk in, stare for a second, then turn around and leave. Then she climbed on top of me, fully clothed, kissing me deep and dry-humping. One guy came in and just stood there watching. She knows when I get horny like this my brain completely shuts off and I’ll agree to almost anything. She got me there on purpose.
I finally muttered, “I think I wanna watch you with someone else.”
She didn’t hesitate for a second. She looked at the guy watching and asked confidently, playfully, “Do you want a turn?”
He just nodded. No talking, which I actually liked—no awkward ice-breaking or bonding. I just wanted raw sexual tension.
She demanded, “Go to the corner,” in that bossy, stern tone. It was sexy but hit me hard—I was literally getting replaced. I went straight there, out of sight. At this point it was just the three of us.
She took her top off. Her tits looked perfect even in the dark, sitting nice and perky. She got on his lap facing him, grinding, and started moaning—soft but loud enough that anyone walking past the room could hear. Then the other guys who had walked by earlier when I was sucking her toes started coming back in. Four guys total swarmed her. Two were playing with her nipples, one (the original guy) was fingering her, and the weirdo who had been following us got behind her and put his fingers down her throat. I heard her moan again, louder. She was loving it. I couldn’t believe she was enjoying four random Black guys touching her at once. She never made eye contact with me—I was stuck in the corner while she faced away.
I watched for a minute or two, heart pounding, then stepped up and whispered, “Aight yo… stop.”
She stopped immediately and said in this shy, playful voice, “Ok guys,” and they all backed off right away. I was surprised and impressed she shut it down that fast and that everyone stopped immediately.
The original guy pulled out a condom and just said, “I’m ngl…” That was all. I looked down, saw the condom, and froze. My girl jumped in: “I would.” They both looked at me. Under pressure I kinda mumbled, “Yes.” My heart was racing harder than ever.
He left to get a private room but came back saying it would be 10–15 minutes. Then he offered, “If you just need a spot with a door we can close, I know one.” We agreed and followed him to a small glory hole room. It was tiny but fit the three of us. They wasted no time. He started gripping her, smacking her ass hard like he owned it. She moaned instantly—that sound hit me with a rush of jealousy and arousal. She turned around, bent over, hands on me for support while I recorded. He put the condom on and started fucking her in backshots, pounding hard. She was moaning super loud, the kind I’d made her make before, but seeing someone else do it was insane. She was laughing and smiling at me between moans.
They fucked for about five minutes and then he came. She turned around, kissed him some more, then looked back at me. She said, “You fucking loser, you know how good he made me feel. You should try that shit sometime. I found my new favorite dick. It’s not yours anymore.” Then she spit on me right in front of him while still caressing his dick and flipped me off. Before he left he gave me a quick dap and bounced like it was nothing.
People outside had heard everything—they tried to break in three different times during those five minutes. I was so out of it I could barely work the lock and had to force the door closed with my body. Hands and dicks were even coming through the glory holes trying to touch her.
The rest of the night and the next day she wouldn’t stop teasing me. She’d laugh and call me her official cuck, then ask jokingly, “Why’s wrong? Why are you so quiet?” I stayed mostly silent, just replaying it in my head—horny but emasculated as hell. She was full of energy, empowered, saying things like, “Remember YOU wanted to drag me out this night.” We both knew what could happen if we went there. She kept laughing about it and hasn’t stopped talking about it since. I asked her multiple times if she really meant he was better. Sometimes she’d say “yes” seriously, other times more playfully. I still don’t know how much she meant it—she loves mind games and stressing me. She didn’t let me fuck her that night either. I ended up going to the bathroom, jerking off quickly to the video, and then hit the worst post-nut clarity. I crawled into bed defeated while she kept teasing harder.
She loved every second of it… and two nights later, on Wednesday, we went right back.
The nonstop teasing from Monday hadn’t let up for a second—she kept playing the video in my face every chance she got, laughing and calling me her cuck. We were gonna try a different club, but the bouncer said it wasn’t worth it. I told my girl we could just go back to Tokyo Valentino even though we had just been there. She lit up instantly and said, “I def would go back,” teasing me about how fast I wanted to see it happen again.
This time she wore the most revealing outfit I’ve ever seen — a completely see-through lace bodysuit. You could see right through it; she just had on a bra and panties underneath, everything fully visible. Her ass looked crazy in it, shaking with every step. Before we even left she told me straight up, “Whoever I fuck is just gonna rip a hole in the back.” I felt a rush of jealousy and insecurity knowing the attention she’d get, but it turned me on when she said it. I lowkey put up a fight just to hear her shut it down. She looked at me and said, “Stfu, you don’t control what I wear,” and that turned me on even more. She knew it did.
We sat in the car pregaming with beatboxes. I was way more nervous this time because of what she was wearing and because I already knew exactly what could happen. Every time she tried to go in I’d tell her “wait” and pull her back for another kiss, buying a few more minutes. She’d laugh and say it was cute seeing me like this. Eventually she got tired of it and said, “Nah, we’re going in.”
We went into the BDSM room — the same one where the weirdo had been the first night when I was in the cage. She got in the guillotine and her arch looked insane with that see-through outfit on. A guy showed us how to use it and told me to get behind her. He said he was gonna watch and even joked, “Sorry if something gets on her.” Thankfully he got distracted looking for his weed. I spent a while kissing and rubbing her ass while she was locked in. Then I joked that she was the sub this time. That must have flipped a switch because she wanted to regain control.
We moved to another room with a bed and the door wide open. She had me on my knees kissing her sweaty feet again (same furry boots, same strong musky smell I love). She recorded the whole thing, calling me her bitch, cuck, and pet while people walked by staring. Then she grabbed the whip we’d bought in the sex shop the first night and started beating me. It hurt like hell—she was hitting hard. At first just one older Black guy was watching, jerking off. He got so into it he told her how to reposition me. While I was turned around facing the wall on my stomach, he grabbed her ass on purpose so I didn’t see. By the time she finished I turned around and the room was packed. People were standing there watching everything. When she stopped they even clapped. I was embarrassed as fuck laying there on my stomach toward the wall, but I already knew I’d look back on it and think it was sexy.
After she was done the guy said now it was his turn to whip me. My girl responded, “Oh no, he doesn’t get to whip me — that’s not his role.”
She didn’t see anyone she really liked though, so we were about to leave. She seemed kinda down and indifferent and asked if it was even worth it this time. Part of me was relieved nothing else happened, but another part was disappointed. We sat outside in the car smoking for a while, watching people go in and out, then decided to take one more lap before calling it.
That’s when we ran into the same guy from Monday night. It was around 3:30 a.m. again. I was walking behind her and spotted him first—light-skinned, about 6 ft, wearing a hoodie. My stomach dropped instantly. I told her right away and she got excited, making our lap longer so we could find him. We almost missed him, but then we saw him near the exit. He recognized us and acted normal, like everything was chill.
They pointed at each other and smiled — “Hey, I remember you” vibe. She leaned against the wall cheesing hard, getting all submissive and flirty with him while they did small talk about when they got there. It was sexy watching her switch like that. Then she just proposed doing the same thing again. He said yes and went to find a room.
While he was gone I looked at her and asked seriously, “Be real — is he actually better?” She looked me dead in the eyes and said “yes.” It felt serious this time. That shit hit me hard. I felt defeated. Previously she’d always said I was the best, and I really cared about that title because I love this girl. I told her, “Y’all not fucking again. We can leave.” She just said “let’s wait.”
He came back and said it would be a while, so we could just use the same glory hole room as last time. She turned to me with that big smile, rubbing on me and begging, “Can I please fuck him again? Pleaseeeee.” She kept smiling and rubbing until I was hard and defeated. I just muttered, “Whatever man.” She lit up with a “Yesssss.”
The second we walked in the room they were all over each other — passionate kissing, him really grabbing and choking her at the same time while she moaned soft and sexy. Mid-makeout she passed me her phone and bra without even looking at me. I felt like a true cuck holding her stuff while she was lost in him.
He smacked her ass hard enough that the sound echoed, then spun her around. She told him to rip a hole in her outfit. He didn’t hesitate — just tore it open casually in the back. I was looking right at her face and saw her eyes change the exact moment he slid inside her. He started slow at first, then built up. We had talked about her giving me more attention this time, so she tried to suck me twice. Both times he fucked her harder and she’d stop sucking to let out loud moans. Eventually I gave up and just jerked off while recording. She switched to spitting on my dick for lube, calling me her “cuck bitch,” and moaning even louder.
She looked at me and said, “Fuck me like a real man.” I think he thought she was talking to him because he went harder and she started moaning so loud the whole room filled with it. I was trying so hard not to cum — the post-nut clarity if I finished before him while he was fucking my girl would’ve been brutal, especially with the long drive home. Luckily I managed to keep the door locked this time.
He finished in about five minutes. She turned around, asked if it felt good, and they made out for a long ass time — almost a full minute. Then she turned back to me, tits fully out and bouncing loose in the bodysuit (she’d taken her bra off), and said, “Again loser. It’s becoming a habit for you. This is your life now — you’re a cuck bitch forever.”
When we finally walked out, the front desk guy remembered us from the first time. He’d taken our payment earlier and told us not to leave without saying bye. We came back in saying “we’re back,” and now here we were leaving again — her hair all messed up, a big hole ripped in the back of her see-through outfit, and me walking behind her looking completely defeated. It was embarrassing. I’m sure he could tell exactly what just happened.
On the way home she teased me the whole drive. This time she would also remind me that I’m the one who suggested we go back to this club and pointed out the guy she fucked last time. When we got back she let me fuck her in the exact same ripped hole. She played the video the entire time, degrading me nonstop — calling me a pathetic cuck and laughing at how fast I came (way faster than him, before the video even ended). The post-nut clarity hit me hard again and she didn’t hold back on the teasing at all.
Since then she hasn’t stopped. She’ll randomly play the video just to laugh at me and call me her cuck. It’s still sexy but it makes me jealous and emasculated knowing this has now happened twice. The first time felt like a one-time moment. This second time felt like it locked everything in. Now it feels like there’s really no going back. She loves it — maybe even more than I do — and she knows she can get away with it. Even though I feel like I still have some control, it’s definitely not a lot.
She’s already getting ahead of herself, talking about buying me a big dog cage to sleep in when I’m acting up, or so she can cuck me while I’m locked inside watching. We were out of town for both times so we don’t have a regular bull where we live, but she’s been looking. She’s even talking about finding a bi or gay guy to force me bi. I push back hard on that — I’m not into men at all — but with her it’s all real, not roleplay. When I’m serious she just hits me with “Stfu, it’s happening,” the same way she does when we’re playing. I can only pray she never actually finds the right bull, straight, gay, or bi. Our relationship hasn’t really changed though — she’s still the same freaky, dominant girl I love. But now she knows exactly what she can get away with, and that power is only growing.
I don’t know why I love it but I’m also so against it. I’ll subtly move things along then pull back and beg for it not to happen. I think I have two sides — the possessive side that makes me not want to share because I love this girl, and the horny dude that says you know you love the humiliation. Honestly this has made me more obsessed with her and in love. I should have a part two because my gf seems to have found someone here at home and is making me take her to go see him.