r/cuckoldstories2

I´ve had the cuckold fantasy for years, but two months ago she finally showed interest in it and started going on dates and already slept with two guys.

The second one lives close to us so its easy to set up encounters, she usually goes to his house and chills with him and they fuck 2 or 3 times before coming back home in the morning.

So that brings us to today, she went with him las night and came back in the morning. we havent had sex for more than a week because she had a yeast infection and needed some time to heal. in that time we would masturbate together and she would tell me how much she wanted to get fucked, so i confessed that i would find it hot if he was first to enjoy her after all this time.

She got into it and teased me about it, made me cum with her hand while dirty talking. The thing is, lately i´ve been finding hot to think that she prefers his dick more (he is bigger and thicker), and the fact that he has fucked her more than me in the last month.

My fantasy is to become some level of pussyfree, maybe not 100% but close to that, and some things seem to be naturally pointing in that direction:

-She has more sex with him that with me
-He can fuck her harder and multiple times in one night
-She bought lingerie and he got to enjoy it first
-She dresses in sexy clothes for him, she doesnt for me
-Today she admited that his dick felt better

We fucked in the morning when she came, i lasted maybe 5 minutes beacuse she was so streched out because of him. And later in the day, after sucking on her pussy for half and hour she asked if i wanted to fuck and i said yes. Then when i was about to put it in she started jerking me off and asked if i wanted to cum in her hand, that sendt me over the edge and came in her stomach.

Im 6 inches and we´ve never had any trouble in bed, i´d say we have a good time but i´m a once or twice kind of guy. She has hinted that she wants more, i think around 4 would be her ideal but i had only been able to give her that maybe once or twice in our whole 6 year relationship. We have sex maybe around twice a week.

Since she started cuckolding me, she´s been getting laid almost every day, and her FWD has been fucking her between 3 and 5 times every encounter. So yeah, she´s having a lot more sex, and i love it.

The best part is eating her stretched out pussy, all wet and swollen from being fucked so much. Reclaim feels like i put my dick into hot jelly. I would like to be denied more, but for now im just enjoying the natural progression. She doesnt even ask me if i want to have sex, when she´s horny she just hits him up and he takes care of her needs. I help getting her ready and eat her pussy before she leaves so its all ready to go before he fucks her.

i had lost hope on realizing my fantasy but damn, it´s like the flood gates opened and she was holding back a lot. She already went out with another guy that has an even bigger dick but she´s just having so much fun with the other one.

So anyways, im a long time reader of the sub and if my post gets a good reception i would love to post more as things go by. Any questions i´ll try to answer in the comments.

A few years ago, our son was invited to guest play in an out of town soccer tournament. It was our first time traveling with a team. We stayed at the team hotel and quickly met the other parents, who were very welcoming, especially once they realized how well our son could play.

We soon noticed how tight knit the group was. The parents ate most meals together, and the dads drank heavily during and after them. At lunch that first day, one of the moms looked at my wife Mai and asked if she was our son’s older sister. It didn’t surprise me. At 35 years old, Mai could easily pass for 25, especially in the short denim shorts and low-cut tops she liked to wear. I was the opposite, thinning hair and the beginnings of a dad bod.

That night, we were all hanging out in the hotel lobby when the coach announced a 9 pm curfew for the boys. They had an early game and a real shot at the finals.

After the kids went upstairs, a small group of dads stayed behind to keep drinking and invited me to join them. Not wanting to seem standoffish as the new guy, I stayed while Mai took our son up to the room.

Scott quickly took charge of the group. He’d introduced himself that morning, how he owned a liquor store, and how his wife never came to these tournaments because she worked weekends. He had brought three bottles of whiskey and insisted I try each one. I wasn’t much of a whiskey drinker, so the effects hit me fast.

We’d been drinking for about an hour when my phone rang. It was Mai. The men suddenly grew quiet, clearly interested in our conversation.

“When are you coming up?” she asked.

“I’ll be up soon.”

Scott leaned in close, his voice loud enough for her to hear. “It’s still early. Tell her to come join us.”

Mai paused. “Are any of the moms there?”

“No, just the dads,” I said.

Her voice dropped. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah. Come down and have a drink. Scott has some good whiskey you can try.”

“I’m not even dressed,” she said.

I glanced around at the circle of men watching me. The whiskey had loosened my usual caution.

“You don’t have to get dressed.”

I said it casually, but when I looked up, every man was smirking.

“Okay, I’ll be down.”

A few moments later, the elevator chimed. Scott stopped mid-sentence as everyone turned. Mai walked toward us wearing the pajamas she usually sleeps in. Her hair was still damp from a shower, no makeup on, looking fresh and somehow even younger. The sheer fabric clearly showed the lines of her thong underneath, and since she hadn’t put on a bra, her nipples were faintly visible through the thin top.

The men were thrilled to see her. They quickly made room, pouring her a glass and diving into eager small talk, hanging onto her every word. They were looking at her, and then back at me, as if trying to understand how I had ended up with her. But I couldn't help noticing how their eyes kept glancing down, her thin shirt not quite hiding her nipples, which grew more pronounced as she drank. It was undeniably thrilling watching these men completely captivated by my wife's body, and I felt the strange sensation of being envied for something they all wanted.

After a while, the wives started calling and the men left one-by-one. Jose, who had been the loudest of the group, turned towards Mai as he was about to leave. He stepped forward and gave her a hug. But it wasn’t the innocent type of hug with hands high on her shoulder or a polite pat on the back. His arms circled her waist, pulling her flush against his body so the softness of her breasts pressed firmly into his chest. She was wearing what was essentially sleepwear, and this man we'd just met held her like he had the right to.

“So nice to meet you, Mai,” Jose said, as he released her. 

Finally, it was just Scott, Mai, and me. A quarter of a bottle remained and Scott insisted we finish it. As he leaned over to pour Mai another glass, his arm draped around her shoulder. He'd clearly seen Jose's boldness, and my lack of response to it.

But Mai didn't pull away. She leaned into him, their bodies touching, while they talked and finished up their last drink.

We'd done this long enough that I knew for anything to happen, I had to make my exit. 

“I’m going back to the room to check on Luke.”

“I’ll go with you.” Mai said. 

“No, stay with Scott. Finish your drink.”

I gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and looked over at Scott. The understanding between us was clear. 

I went back to our room and waited for her. It was nearly an hour before she finally walked in.

I asked right away. “What happened?”

Luke was asleep in the other bed. We held each other in the dark and kept our voices down.

“We went to Scott’s room, but his son was sleeping, so we locked ourselves in the bathroom.”

I was shocked. “Did his son see you?”

“No,” Mai whispered. She pressed closer to me. “Scott wanted to have sex, but he didn't have a condom.” She paused. “So I used my mouth on him.”

For a second, I couldn’t answer. My heart was pounding. “Did you enjoy it?”

She swallowed. “Yeah. He was really big.”

Its been about 4 months since my last update here. I somehow still get messages asking for more so here it is.

sometime about 3 months ago, before valentines day, my Asian girlfriends main bull decided to go on a solo backpacking trip across the world. When I heard this, in my mind I thought sweet now perhaps I will have more sex with her (it had been dwindling down over time....).

She on the other hand was.. almost upset? Before he left she told me she was going over to say bye properly and I said okay.. I found out this Goodbye was her being fucked in toms of positions roughly and each ending in a creampie. They took a last shower together where she made sure she rimmed him and swallowed his load again before leaving.

Well a couple days passed and her normal schedule of seeing him was every 2-3 days but now he was gone. I remember thrusting her in missionary and she was barely moaning and had her eyes closed. I stopped and asked what's wrong and she said nothing.

a few days passed and she told me she reached out to the other Asian girl friend she made who cucks her bf and they had a chat. She said the solution is simple. She needed another bull. My GF had only had her co worker bull this whole time so this would be new. When she informed me.. I was devastated. She would rather bring in a whole new bull than just fuck me.

After some searching she found one. A BBC. Her first one. She told me about it when I was fucking her in missionary. "Hey babe.. so I found this guy.. I'm going to see him tomorrow okay? I need a real dick not a cuck one" and with that I just spurted inside of her.

Well next day happened and she got all dressed up to go see him. I was home and waited for updates. They met at a local bar in public, chatted and she must have decided he was safe because they went out to her car and got into the back seat where they started to make out heavily. She unzipped him and was very impressed by his size and started to suck him off in her car. Of course at the time I had no idea but I did get just one text after saying "he agreed to be our bull" knowing that I had no idea she had spent like 20 minutes giving him sloppy head and then swallowing his cum.

They agreed not to go further that night and meet during the weekend instead. She came home, excitedly told me the details on the couch while she lazily gave me a handjob causing me to cum on the floor.

Next weekend came and she got dressed up super hot and kissed me on the cheek and left. As I waited as usual, she met up with him and they went to a bar to drink and dance where she grinded on him a lot and they made out. This followed with them taking an uber to his place and when they got in, he immediately stripped her down and threw her on the bed.

My girlfriend was nervous saying this is her first time with Black guy and she told him that she has an Asian bf and her main white bull. The new guy was respectful and said he would make sure she enjoyed herself. And apparently she did as he ate her out, followed by her trying to take his massive size in her mouth. He put on a condom and then began to enter her in doggy and it took some time for her to adjust to his size but eventually he was bottoming out in her pussy and they fucked hard. She was screaming in pleasure and asked the bull to take some pics for me which he did before throwing the phone away and pounding away at her.

she told me all this when she got back and she was grinding on top of me and it was so intense. Since then she has started to see him more often now about 2x a week. This bull specifically is really really into outfits and dominant. This post has already gone long but I will leave it here. He's buying her outfits to wear for him and its forbidden for me to know what it looks like on her. example cut off daisy duke shorts and a deep crop top...

She caught me. I accidently left my computer open one night after masturbating to cuckold stories and when she came in late, she saw it. She came into the bedroom and tossed my laptop on the bed, staring at me with utter disgust she said, "Cuckold stories turn you on?"

I blushed. We never really openly talked about sex, or what our turn ons were. After 7 yeats of marriage once or twice a month I would feel her up at night and if she wanted sex we did it. If not she told me no and that was that. I just looked up at her, humiliated and speechless.

"So all these extra hours I've been working, you sit at home and jerk off thinking, wishing I was banging my boss?" I started to speak but she cut me off with, "I probably should! I've heard he's fucked a couple of the girls in the office and that he has a big cock! Would that turn you on?"

God did it ever, but do I dare say it? "Babe, I just..." "So you get hard thinking about me with other men. You fantasize about other men fucking me and then me coming home to you and telling you all about it? How big their dick was, how they made me suck it hard before the fucked my married pussy?"

I continued to look her in the eye. She knew without me saying anything. "How long have you fantasized about this? Weeks, months, years? Do you sit around with your car buddies and tell them you wish your wife would cheat on you?" I looked down at the floor. I thought she was about to tell me she is leaving me,but I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Well you are right about one thing. I need more dick than I will ever get from you. There's only thing you ever did well was eat pussy!" She said as she started undressing. "All this talk about cheating and cocks has got me horny and your tongue better work like it used to!" She had NEVER spoken like that before! So confident, so forcefully! As her body came into view my reaction was immediate!

My cock was hard before I got my pajamas off! With the lights still on, she crawled into bed beside me saw my hard-on, handed me her thong and said, "Put this on, you already jerked off. I want you to wear my panties as you eat my pussy." I stood to put on her panties and she took several pics of me putting them on. "You better hope I get off or I may show those to your friends!" She said with a bit of contempt.

She spun sideways on the bed hanging her legs off, putting her feet on the floor before spreading them wide and saying, "Kneel on the floor and eat my pussy." She was so horny her pussy was wet almost swollen and shiny. I put my face in like an amateur and began licking everywhere. She was so wet I was swallowing her juices. It was thick and hot, and salty, and I was so turned on I wanted every drop.

"Fantasize that my pussy is full of cum babe. Pretend your sexy wife just came home from the bar where she fucked a couple of cowboys in the parking lot and came home to you to eat her clean. Eat my dirty pussy babe. Suck those juices. Think about what I must have looked like between them, like a whore. Make me cum cucky or you sleep on the couch tonight!"

When I closed my eyes, I saw it. My wife, naked in the parking lot as she sucked one cowboy while the other pounded her pussy from the rear. My cock throbbed in the thong and I wished I could pull it out but I didn't dare. My tongue explored every crevice and I sucked and swallowed anything liquid. She grabbed my head and held me tight as she rode my face through a powerful orgasm, shaking and spamming. I kept gently licking her until her orgasm subsided.

"Babe, for the last two years I have been fucking my boss. He has a huge cock and I can cum just looking at it, or sucking it. He's married too, so it's just sex. Dirty horny cheating sex. I just wanted you to know who's cum you just ate, and who's cum you'll be eating a lot more of. He makes me do things, depraved things, and he makes me cum every time I do. It's his cock I want, not yours."

The signs were all there, i just rationalized it was part of my fantasy. I felt dejected, humiliated, emasculated, but at the same time, the truth had set us free! My fantasy was now my reality, and had been for a couple years. This was so much to process, but my wife had other plans.

"No need to fantasize anymore babe, it's your reality now. I am going to fuck other men, and you are going to reclaim me by eating me clean after my dates. But that's not all. This is my house now. I make the rules. The first rule is to empty your underwear drawer into a trash bag, and wearing only my thong, go put it in the trash barrel. When you get back, take all of my underwear and put it in your drawer. You will wear panties from now on to signify that you are my cuck. I'm taking your credit card tomorrow and buying all new."

I hurriedly completed the task and returned to the bedroom. As I began to move her panties into my drawer she interrupted me saying, "On second thought. Move your dresser, and all your clothes from our closet to the garage. You will dress and undress in the garage from now on, and you will sleep in the guest room unless I decide otherwise. I spent two hours doing as I'd been instructed.

When I returned to the bedroom she told me to kneel. I knelt on the tile and she said, "Since you seem to enjoy jerking off rather than fucking real pussy, jerk off on the tile, and lick it up before you go to bed. Enjoy it, because I may not let you cum for a very very long time.

It took less than a minute for me to cum, as she laughed at me, and I licked up my mess and crawled out the bedroom door, not knowing what tomorrow would bring.

[End Part 1]

More? Or am I done? This was 30 years ago...

We have been together since high school and we were both virgins. Having been raised in religion, sex before marriage was ruled out. Then we both lost religion. We didnt have sex but did about everything else. Eventually we decided to also do the things we did with other people. After being together for 6 years we still haven’t had sex and were about to get married. About 2 months before our wedding, she presented the idea that she should have sex with someone else so that when we have sex after we get married she is already good at it. She presented the idea and even already had a guy to do it with picked out. She managed to convince me to be okay with it. And she did lose her virginity to another guy, a man in his 40’s. About a week before our wedding she informed me that she still did not think she was ready to have sex with me and said that we may not have sex anytime soon until she is more confident and ready. But she did promise to make things memorable for us in the mean time. On our wedding night, we went to our hotel and she stripped me naked then bound and gagged me to a chair. She then whispered in my ear that she was actually ready to have sex on our wedding night and lifted the blindfold for me to see that the guy was now in our room. It was maybe another month later when she finally informed me that she may never actually want to have sex with me for years, if ever. For the first year or two, i chose to not really believe her, and even kind of resented her that i was still a virgin while she was having sex with others. But eventually, about 3 years ago, i started to actually enjoy being a virgin. And now, i fully see being a pussy free virgin (we do have pegging sex) as a badge of honor and accomplishment. And if it never changes, i might actually be okay with it.

My wifes friend from work was having a small party at her house.The people at the home are all married so figured it would just be a normal night out. My wife is Vietnamese she is very petite has small breast and ass but looks great. The rest of the people at the party was also Vietnamese. The night started out great we had some food and some beers. As we started to drink more someone brought up an idea to do some karaoke. Now some of the women avoided singing so they went outside to play some drinking games perhaps they got too shy. It was just my wife and I with two other men inside the home. My wife was sitting beside me she was wearing a black mini skirt and a short shirt with some black high heels. The other two men were sitting directly ahead of us on our left side. My wife was making sure to cover her legs with a sweater since her skirt was very short While she sat down, but as we drunk more beer she started not to cover as much and eventually didn't cover at all. The other two men had seen this and as we stated to sing karaoke I caught them multiple times looking at her pussy they both said how great she was singing and made sure to give her many compliments. They were both saying how lucky I was to have such a beatiful hot wife and wish that their wifes were more like my wife. I even caught my wife looking at them and smiling with them. When my wife was picking a song next to sing she bent over and you could see her red panties she had on. These guys looked at her and looked at me with a big smile at that moment you could tell they wanted to come up from behind and fuck her. They were both encouraging us to drink more the wife and I both were already feeling some what drunk. Each time they would pass the microphone to my wife they made sure to lock eyes with her and held her hand. My wife was enjoying each moment. Even as they were singing my wife would join in I asked her what the lyrics ment she said she didn't know how to explain. I asked one of the men and it was a love song that couples sing together is what he had said. I definitely could feel that if we had more time drinking together it could have went further. The wifes that had went outside to play some drinking games came back inside and the the other two men changed so quickly back to attending their wife's. The wife had told me we need to do this more often and make sure we become closer friends with them I agreed with her and told her to plan something in the future. When we got home we had taken a shower together her pussy was very wet. I asked her what made her pussy so wet she smiled and said it was the black mini skirt she was wearing I told her next time to wear no panties and the shiny black dress she has as that dress is more tight and short. She asked me why was my cock so hard I said I just enjoyed the night with her and then proceeded to eat her pussy and fuck her in the shower. I will try to make a plan where my wife has a day off and the other guys wife is working. Then we can come over to drink some more and see where it goes. Without the other guys wife at home he will be focused on my wife the whole time. Looking forward to see where this goes the next time at his house.

One of my most satisfying moments as a third!!

Been the bull for this couple for over a year and last week was easily top three sessions we’ve had.

Her husband let me in, told me she was waiting upstairs.

Walked into their bedroom and she was already naked on their bed, legs spread, practically begging for it. I didn’t waste time. Had my cock in her mouth within a minute, her gagging on it while she looked up at me with those eyes. She sucks cock like it’s her job better than she ever does for him, according to her.

Fucked her in every position their bed would allow. Pinned her wrists above her head and pounded her until she was screaming into the pillow. Had her on all fours with her face pressed into the mattress, hand in her hair, watching her back arch every time I bottomed out. She came so many times I lost count. Begged me not to stop. Begged me to breed her even though we both know that’s just dirty talk.

When I finally came I buried myself as deep as I could and emptied everything into her. She moaned like she’d been waiting for it all week. Probably had been.

Something I do when couples consent to me cumming in her. Obviously whilst she’s on bc and both of us tested. I say in her ensuring every drop is completely inside her. Mating press position.

Then I pulled out and just watched my cum leak out of her onto their sheets. She was completely fucked out hair wrecked, mascara running, hickeys on her tits and thighs, a handprint on her ass. Couldn’t even close her legs. Just lay exhausted.

That’s when he came in.

Sat down on the bed next to her like nothing unusual had happened. Kissed her forehead. Brushed her sweaty hair out of her face. Asked if she was okay. And she looked up at him, mouth still swollen from my cock, thighs still sticky, my cum still inside her.

She says “I love u so so much”

I was pulling my jeans on and I just had to stop and take it in. Something about it hit me harder than the sex did. She’s his wife. She goes home to him. She loves him. And he trusts me enough to let me fuck her like that and hand her back used.

She trusts us both enough to be completely vulnerable in front of both of us.

Drove home with her taste still on my mouth and their sheets probably still wet.

This lifestyle is fucking unmatched when you find the right couple.

His text after. Just took my bits out

god. what a night

she’s out cold on me rn. completely gone

watching you use her like that did something to me i can’t even explain. every time she moaned your name i just got harder knowing she was still mine at the end of it

the way she looked at me when you finished in her. fuck

i waited. let you have your moment. watched her come down shaking with you still inside her

then i took her back. slow. made sure she knew exactly who she belongs to even after what you just did to her

she was so soft for me after. so obedient. you break her down and she comes back to me needing it

that’s the part i’ll never get tired of. reclaiming what’s mine after you’ve had your turn

already told her you’re coming back. she smiled before she passed out 😈

top 3 for us too. appreciate you more than you know 🤝

So I asked my wife for a threesome for my birthday and her being the slut she was, was all for it. So my wife (Leia) invited her friend (lucy) over. Leia was a thick blonde but had perfect perky tits the size of your head and a round ass. Lucy was a chubby Latina with big boobs not as full as Leia but just as big. I was excited. I shaved I got the GoPro out I was ready. Everything started really chill we were drinking and chatting then there was a knock on the door. I was confused when she opened the door. Then I saw two black hands squeezing Leias ass. It was her bull Fred. I looked away awkwardly. It’s as if he owns my wife in my own home.

I immediately realize that I’m not getting anything tonight it’s all for Fred. He was all smiles holding beer in his hand. He cracked one open and did shots with the girls.

Fred: what’s the GoPro for

Me: well it was supposed to be for later

Fred: we can still use it later.

I rolled my eyes and knew that meant leave the room. Fred likes me to be in another room while they get started. For a few minutes I heard them chatting. I decide to make myself a drink. When I finished I couldn’t hear them anymore so I peak back in and see them sucking his cock on the couch come over here you’re gonna wanna film this he said. I grab the GoPro and hand it to him as my wife and her friend take turns throating his huge cock. Then he tells them to each push their tits together and titty fuck him. So Fred leaned back and they each pressed their tits around Fred’s long black shaft and giggled and made out while they did it.

I stood off to the side extremely jealous. It was so fucking impressive to have a cock that big. He was wearing the GoPro still and the girls loved talking to the camera. After a few minutes I went to the bathroom by the time I got out I could hear them upstairs. So I open the door to the master bedroom and see lucy bouncing on his cock while kissing Leia. I sat at the edge of the bed and began recording with my phone. She rode him til she came and by then Leia was on her back next to them and said come here daddy. Fred rolled over on top of Leia and began slowly shoving every inch he had into her and I had a front row view. He pumped harder and faster until she moaned out that she was cumming. As she was yelling I notice Fred’s toes were curling frantically. It took me a while but once I saw a thick white ooze leak out I realize that he just came balls deep inside my wife. The two just laid there then I keep recording and he slowly got off of her. Her legs spread pussy gaped cum leaking out she was spent.

End of part 1

Since my last update we spent almost other 3 months following our contract and rules. It become our new reality, and we’re both enjoying it in different ways. I’m trying to save points to get huge rewards in the future.

I’m still caged h24 except 15’ a day for cleaning and the rare occasions I have to stimulate my penis ( spending points of course ). Keeping this condition gave me additional 500 points.

Of course, as always, I have to update our record: me and Alice had sex together the last time 675 days ago! My goal is to save enough points to reach the 10000, and finally having the chance to have sex with Alice again! ( following my rules of course ).

Here the summary with my points earned and spent:

• ⁠500 for being caged h24

• ⁠500 for giving to Alice a full body massage ( 20 point each times )

• ⁠450 for giving Alice a feet massage ( 30 points each time )

• ⁠1000 for licking Alice feet, at least 20 minutes ( 50 points each time )

• ⁠270 for ball busting session at least of 45’ minutes ( 90 points each time )

• ⁠200 for licking Pietro’s cum from Alice body. Feet in these cases ( 20 points each time )

• ⁠25 for licking Pietro’s creampies from her pussy ( 25 points each time )

• ⁠360 because Pietro fucked Alice’s pussy ( 15 points each time )

• ⁠240 because Pietro fucked Alice’s ass hole ( 20 points each time )

• 800 She stayed at his plays 5 days in a week ( 400 point each time )

• 75 cuming in 3’ with a vibrator on my cage ( 25 point each time )

• ⁠2545 saved from the last time

-200 for kissing Alice on the lips ( 10 points each time )

-300 for making out with Alice, max 30 seconds ( 100 points each time )

-600 getting a 1 minute hand job from Alice without cuming ( 300 points each time )

-60 jerking me off with a ruined orgasm ( 60 points each time )

-500 listening them having sex from outside the door. ( 100 points each time )

-200 seeing her ass with panties on ( 200 points each time )

-1700 using a dildo in her pussy, max 2 minutes, blindfolded ( 1700 points each time )

I saved 3405 points.

Now we go on with point earned and spent and I will see what I can get from this game! See you in the next update!

The front door opened, and I heard her make her way up the stairs. My heart raced, my cock already straining against my trousers as I waited in our bedroom. She didn’t call out for me, didn’t announce her presence—she just walked in, her confidence radiating like a fucking aura. Her dress clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the dim light, her makeup ruined and her hair was disheveled, the kind of messy that only comes from being thoroughly fucked. She stopped at the foot of the bed, her eyes locking onto mine, and without a word, she reached under her dress, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, and slid them down her legs.

She tossed them at me, and they landed on my chest with a wet slap. I could feel the dampness through my shirt, the cold, sticky residue of another man’s cum soaking into the fabric. I picked them up, holding them in my trembling hands, and brought them to my nose. The scent hit me like a punch to the gut—musky, salty, and unmistakably him. Her pussy’s sweet aroma was there too, but it was buried under the heavy, pungent smell of his release. I inhaled deeply, my cock twitching as I imagined him pounding into her, filling her up, marking her as his.

“Clean me,” she commanded, her voice low and firm. She didn’t wait for me to respond before she peeled off her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. She was naked now, her body glowing in the soft light, her skin flushed and covered in a thin film of sweat from her night out. She climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide, and I could see it—the glistening mess between her thighs, his cum leaking out of her, dripping down onto the sheets. My mouth watered, my stomach churning with a mix of arousal and humiliation.

I crawled toward her, my hands shaking as I positioned myself between her legs. Her pussy was swollen, her lips parted, and the sight of his cum oozing out of her made my cock throb. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to catch the first drop. The taste exploded on my tongue—salty, bitter, and thick, with a hint of her sweetness underneath. I moaned, my tongue lapping at her folds, collecting every drop of his seed. She sighed above me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she guided me deeper.

“That’s it,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Clean me up like a good husband. Show me how much you love tasting a real man’s cum.”

I obeyed eagerly, my tongue working its way inside her, scooping up every last bit of his seed. The taste was overwhelming, but I couldn’t get enough. I wanted it all—every drop, every trace of him. I sucked at her pussy, my lips sealing around her entrance as I drank him down. She moaned, her hips bucking against my face, and I could feel her getting wetter, her own arousal mixing with his cum.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” she whispered, her fingers tightening in my hair. “You love this, don’t you? You love licking his cum out of my pussy.”

I nodded frantically, my tongue still working inside her. “Yes,” I gasped between licks. “I love it. I love tasting him in you.”

She laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so pathetic,” she said, her voice teasing but affectionate. “But you’re mine. And you’ll always clean up after my lovers, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my tongue sliding up to her clit. “Always.”

She let out a soft sigh as I focused on her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs tightened around my head, and I could feel her getting closer to the edge. I kept going, my tongue moving faster, harder, until she finally came with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around my tongue as she rode out her orgasm.

When she finally relaxed, she pushed me away gently, a satisfied smile on her face. “Good job,” she said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I could taste him again—his cum mixed with hers—and it made me moan into the kiss. She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Now come and watch me take a shower,” she said, standing up and walking toward the bathroom. “I’ll tell you all about my night when I'm done.”

I watched her go, my cock aching with need. I could still taste him on my tongue, and I knew I’d be thinking about this moment for days. As I got up to follow her, I couldn’t help but smile. She was mine—and she was his. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Emmy’s boyfriend, Alex, was a decent-looking tech guy. A smart, kind, and completely obsessed with her. But deep down, Alex had a secret fantasy he’d been nursing for years: he wanted to watch another man take his girlfriend, to see her lose control in a way he could never make her.

One night, after a few drinks loosened his tongue, Alex finally confessed his fantasy to Emmy. To his surprise, she didn’t look shocked, she looked intrigued. “You really want to see me with someone else?” she asked, biting her lip. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Over the next few weeks, they talked about it constantly. The more they discussed it, they both got insanely turned on. Emmy started admitting that the idea of being “bad” in front of Alex made her wetter than she’d ever been.

They decided to make it happen at a upscale rooftop bar downtown. Alex picked out Emmy’s outfit: a tiny black dress that barely covered her ass, no bra, and strappy heels that made her legs look endless. Her blonde hair was loose and wavy. She looked like pure temptation.

At the bar, they spotted him almost immediately: the bull. His name was Marcus. Tall (6’4”), broad-shouldered, with dark skin, intense eyes, and an aura of raw confidence that made people part for him. He was a former athlete turned entrepreneur, the kind of guy who walked into a room and owned it without trying. Alex felt a jealous thrill shoot through him as he watched Marcus’s gaze lock onto Emmy from across the bar.

Alex whispered, “Go talk to him. I want to watch.”

Emmy’s heart raced. She sauntered over, hips swaying. Marcus smiled down at her like he already knew why she was there. Within minutes they were laughing, touching…his big hand resting casually on her lower back. Alex sat a few tables away, pretending to check his phone, but his cock was already straining against his pants as he watched his petite blonde girlfriend flirt with this dominant stranger.

Marcus leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Emmy blushed, then glanced back at Alex with a wicked little smile. She nodded.

They left the bar together. Marcus, Emmy, and Alex trailing a few steps behind like an obedient shadow. The ride to Marcus’s luxury penthouse was electric. In the elevator, Marcus pulled Emmy against him and kissed her deeply, his large hands roaming over her body while Alex watched, heart pounding. Emmy moaned into Marcus’s mouth, her small frame pressed against his powerful one.

When the elevator doors opened to Marcus’s penthouse, Emmy’s little black dress was already bunched up around her waist, her perky tits exposed and nipples rock-hard from Marcus’s warm hands. Alex followed them inside like a silent, throbbing witness, his cock aching in his pants as he watched this tall, dominant bull claim his girlfriend right in front of him.

Marcus didn’t waste time. He lifted tiny Emmy effortlessly, her 5’2” frame looking even smaller in his powerful arms, and carried her straight to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city skyline. He set her down on the wide marble ledge, spread her legs, and dropped to his knees.

With one swift motion he ripped her tiny thong aside and buried his face between her smooth, shaved pussy lips.

“Oh my god…” Emmy gasped, her blonde head falling back against the cool glass. Her small hands gripped Marcus’s head as his tongue worked her clit with expert precision . Long, slow licks followed by fast flicks that made her thighs tremble. She was soaked in seconds. Alex stood just a few feet away, breathing heavily, watching his sweet 22-year-old girlfriend get eaten out by a man twice her size. He could hear how wet she was : loud, obscene slurping sounds filling the room.

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby,” Marcus growled against her pussy. “Your boyfriend ever make you this wet?”

Emmy whimpered, eyes fluttering open to look straight at Alex. “N-no… never like this…”

That admission hit Alex like lightning. His hand unconsciously rubbed the bulge in his pants as Marcus stood up, towering over her. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was thick, veiny, and easily 9 inches, much bigger and heavier than anything Alex had. Emmy’s eyes widened with pure lust.

Marcus smirked. “Tell him what you want.”

Emmy bit her lip, voice shaky with need. “I want your big cock inside me… while my boyfriend watches.”

Marcus didn’t hesitate. He spun her around so she was facing the window, hands pressed against the glass, ass pushed out toward him. Alex had a perfect side view as Marcus lined up his massive cock with her tiny entrance and pushed in, slow at first, stretching her tight pussy wide open.

“Fuuuuck!” Emmy cried out, her voice breaking into a high-pitched moan. Inch after inch disappeared inside her until his heavy balls rested against her clit. She looked so small and helpless pinned between the glass and this powerful man. Marcus started thrusting deep, hard strokes that made her whole body jolt. Her perky tits bounced with every slam, her blonde hair sticking to her sweaty face.

Alex couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled his own cock out and started stroking furiously as he watched Marcus absolutely ruin his girlfriend. Emmy’s moans turned into desperate screams of pleasure.

“Harder! Oh god, fuck me harder!” she begged, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts.

Marcus grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and yanked her head back, pounding her mercilessly. “This pussy is mine now, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Yes, it’s yours!” Emmy sobbed in ecstasy. “Alex could never fuck me like this… your cock is so much bigger… I’m gonna cum!”

Her orgasm hit like a wave. Her legs shook violently, pussy clenching and squirting around Marcus’s thick shaft as she screamed his name. Alex watched in humiliated arousal as his girlfriend came harder than she ever had with him. Gushing down her thighs while Marcus kept slamming into her without mercy.

Marcus pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back on the wide leather couch, and climbed between her legs. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, folding her petite body in half, and drove back in even deeper. The wet slapping sounds were filthy. Emmy’s eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out slightly as she took every brutal thrust.

“Look at your boyfriend while I breed you,” Marcus ordered.

Emmy forced her eyes open and locked gazes with Alex, her face a perfect picture of overwhelmed pleasure. “I’m sorry baby… but his cock feels too good… I can’t stop cumming…”

She came again and again, each orgasm more intense than the last. Finally, Marcus groaned deep in his chest, buried himself to the hilt, and unloaded. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded Emmy’s womb as he pumped her full, her tiny belly even looking slightly swollen from the sheer volume.

When he finally pulled out, a torrent of his cum poured from her stretched, gaping pussy onto the couch. Emmy lay there panting, legs spread, completely wrecked and glowing with satisfaction.

Marcus looked over at Alex, still stroking his smaller cock. “Your turn to clean her up, cuck.”

Alex didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees between Emmy’s trembling thighs and started licking Marcus’s thick load from his girlfriend’s freshly fucked pussy while she gently stroked his hair and whispered, “Good boy… thank you for letting me have this.”

Emmy smiled dreamily at the ceiling, already thinking about the next time Marcus would destroy her — with Alex watching every second.

Emmy is me and this was the best night of my life.

About ten years ago I was new to the city. I worked with this guy name Chris. He was cool at first but we were young, in our early 20s and most of our adventures were getting drunk in the city. I was shy back then but looked up to him because he could always talk a woman into coming home with him. However that ended up being the reason I stopped hanging out with him. Again I was young and immature. I invited a married woman who was a friend of mine out for the night with my friends. She was having issues in her marriage and I was crazy about her so I thought something might happen. It did just not with me. I had to watch Chris and my crush make out all night. I got drunk, mad and embarrassed and made a plea to her about us. She gave me a pity kiss, said I wasn't someone she wanted to risk losing a friendship to because of one fling. And then proceeded to go home and probably fuck my best friend instead of me.

After that I cut contact with both of them, and moved on with my life. Later I got into cuckolding and even though I hated Chris cause he knew I had a crush on that woman, it was slightly hot as I became more of a cuck.

That's when I met Sandy. She was amazing. We dated for about 6 months before we started getting into kinks. She was what you might call a brat. Liked to tease. She would make me go weeks without seeing her naked. Walk around or sleep in sexy outfits, letting me jerk off to her fully clothed. I would wear her panties and she would plap me while we would watch porn together. There were weeks at a time where if I wanted to fuck her the only way is if I went down on her after. It was really fun and after a year or so we moved in together.

She was having trouble with the cuckolding thing. She would like to tease me with men we would see while out. One of her friends we hung out with often she used to fuck but he now had a gf so that wasn't gonna happen. Many nights after we got drunk with him and were alone she would tell me his cock was bigger and I would go down on her while she got off to her stories about him. Eventually she found a guy she liked and thought they could hook up but that's when she hit a wall. She felt she couldn't fuck him in front of me so I gave the okay for her to fuck him if he was for it, outside of our bed.

Three guys over the next year she found and fucked. The only thing was, she started telling them she had a bf. Sandy really liked the idea of cheating. Having the guys thinking she was a cheating slut. It turned her on. She would come home and she would ride me, she would be stretched out and tell me about them. It was a great life.

That's when she came home from work and started talking about this new guy. His name was Chris and he worked freelance for her company. She called him a womanizer and said he hit on her a few times in the first few weeks. Eventually we put it together that he was the same old friend I used to hang out with all those years ago. I still had issue with him and told her what happened. At first we were team anti Chris. She would come home and we would joke about how he would hit on some woman. Sandy was on my side.

One night she came home after drinks with her co workers. She told me Chris was there and hit on her. Bought her drinks and she told him she showed him a picture of us as a couple to say she was taken. She started sucking my cock while telling me how he got excited talked about knowing me back in the day. Told me I was shy and couldn't find a gf. She started riding me and telling me how they laughed about me not having game. He still continued to flirt and hit on her even knowing she was mine. That's when it happened. Sandy came and I could see it turned her on that he knew she was with me and he still wanted to fuck her.

a few weekends past and that was our routine on Friday nights. drinking with friends. Chris would flirt with her, run her knees, the small of her back as they went to the bar. He would buy her drinks. She was the cutest flirt. She would blush and look away. she started doing that. I knew it was a matter of time but strangely enough it turned me on. That's when I was going down on her with a dildo and my mouth and she was close to cumming and I asked her if she wanted to fuck Chris. And when she exploded she screamed out YES.

I gave her the okay if the moment came but told her not to tell him I'm a cuckold. In my head I would be less embarrassed if he thought she was cheating. This turned her on a lot and said she's gonna make him work for it. The next couple weeks it happened. She would text me at work saying they would stare back and forth. He got her number and they started texting while I was home with her and she playfully wouldn't let me see them. while they were out drinking they get really close to each other talking in the loud bar. She would tell me about his breath on her neck, the way he would stand so close to her she felt his cock against his jeans.

One Friday night, we were texting and she would stayed out later then most. one by one her friends left until it was just Chris and her. She told me Chris was rubbing her leg under the table. How she was playfully being loyal to me but still eye fucking him. That's when she came back from the bathroom and sat down. She told me they looked at each for what felt like a minute without saying anything. He leaned in and kissed her. They made out for another minute and she pulled away teasing him. The next hour she had another drink, they were rubbing each other's legs as they talked about life. stealing kisses here and there. She said she had a boyfriend and he told her he couldn't help himself. That's when she text me "baby, you sure I can fuck him, because I'm so wet right now I'm gonna explode". I gave her the okay and radio silence for another hour.

I couldn't sleep, I jerked off all night but didn't wanna cum till I knew what happened. She texted she is getting a lyft home and she will be back soon. She came home and stated at me, she had her freshly fucked flushed face I love to see her have. she dropped her purse on the floor and smiled saying she needed a shower. She kissed me and I could taste some cum. She said sorry, she sucked the cum out of his cock and close the bathroom door on me. We just cuddled. my cock was straining but she was tired.So she just told me what happened. mentioned going to his place. How they made out and fucked. How good it felt. The funny thing was he had a picture of me with some friends in his bedroom back when we used to hang out. She was getting fucked doggy style and she kept looking over to that picture seeing me and it got her off. With that she was falling asleep on me so I couldn't even touch myself. she said "I know why The woman you had a crush on back then went home with him over you though. Chris is twice your size." and with that she started snoring.

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Sunday afternoon, my girlfriend, Jade, was supposed to have the day off. We were planning to stay in and just chill, but then her boss called and she had to head in. She felt bad about flaking on our plans..

"Go on," she told me, "go hang out with your friend."

I could tell Jade was a little jealous, but she was even more excited to hear the play-by-play later. Right then and there, she decided to set the boundaries, a strict set of rules I had to follow. She told, the more I satisfy her with every filthy detail while fucking her, the more boundaries she'll remove for me next time.

The second she walked out the door, I grabbed my phone and texted my friend, Adrian, "Change of plans. I'm coming over tonight if you're still good."

His reply was almost instant, "HELL YES! Get here whenever."

I could literally hear the excitement in his text. At night I started getting ready. I threw on a sharp button-up and my usual jeans, then drove over. The second I knocked, Adrian pulled the door open with a massive grin.

But before I could even step inside or sit down, his wife, Sera, appeared from the hallway. She walked straight up and wrapped her arms around me. It wasn't a quick, polite greeting anymore, it was the kind of hug where she pressed her entire body into mine, letting me feel every curve. I hugged her back, breathing in that warm, sweet scent of hers that's already burned into my brain.

We all sat in the living room and did the usual small talk for a while. But the whole time, Sera was looking at me differently, straight-on eye contact, no more staring at the floor. It was like she'd finally gotten comfortable... or maybe she was just as impatient as I was.

I kept studying every little signal, the way her eyes stayed locked on mine, how she shifted restlessly on the couch, and that tiny, knowing smile she couldn't quite hide. The air in the room was getting heavy, and I knew the small talk was just a countdown.

After maybe twenty minutes, Adrian stood up, clapped me on the shoulder, and said, "Alright, I'm heading upstairs. You guys take your time. Shout if you need anything." He leaned down, hugged Sera tight, and kissed the top of her head. I could see how fucking excited he was. Then he disappeared up the stairs, and the door clicked shut.

I didn't move right away, I stayed in my chair. She looked at me and asked softly, "How was your week?"

I told her about the crazy busy days at work. She listened and nodded, then the conversation died for a second. She tried again, weather, summer plans, total random shit. We probably spent another solid half-hour just wasting time. I could tell Sera wasn't going to make the first move. She still needed me to lead, so I did.

I leaned forward and asked, "Are you excited tonight?"

Her eyes instantly flicked away, that familiar shyness flooding back. She laughed nervously, her cheeks already turning pink. "Well... I don't know..."

I smiled. "I kinda expected you to be in something other than jeans tonight."

She shrugged, still looking down at her lap. "I always wear jeans."

"Not for today..." I said.

She bit her lip, the tension between us thick enough to touch. "Okay... next time I'll find something else."

I said, "How about right now?"

She laughed, the kind of embarrassed, breathless sound that told me she was already hooked. "It's not fair, you're wearing jeans too. So... next time."

I grinned. "Go grab me a pair of shorts from Adrian's closet. Then it'll be fair."

She froze for a second, her mind clearly racing through every possible excuse. "Oh my god, I don't know how to do that…"

"Come on," I said gently, giving her that little push she needed.

She stood up anyway, her cheeks burning, and disappeared down the hall. I heard the low murmur of her talking to Adrian upstairs for a minute before the house went quiet again. When she finally came back, she didn't have any shorts for me, but she had changed.

She was wearing the softest, flowiest gauze wide-leg pants I'd ever seen. They weren't see-through, but the fabric was so light it practically floated around her legs as she walked. On Sera, they looked fucking incredible.

"I couldn't get you any shorts," she said, looking a little defeated. It was obvious she had been too embarrassed to even ask Adrian for them, probably tripping over her words just trying to explain why I'd need them.

I just smiled at her, watching the way those gauze pants settled around her hips. "That's fine. Next time I'll make sure I'm wearing something cozy too."

She stood there in the center of the room, looking at me with those wide eyes, the shyness and the anticipation fighting for space on her face.

While she was gone, I'd already switched seats to the couch she always sits on. When she walked back into the room, I didn't give her a choice.

"Come here," I said. "Sit beside me."

The second she sat down, I caught her hand and gently pulled her straight onto my lap. She let out a surprised, "Hey, stop!" and tried to stand back up for half a second, her instincts still fighting the shyness. But the moment my lips found the curve of her neck and my hands settled firmly on her waist, she melted completely. Sera sank back against me with a soft little sigh, her body finally surrendering to the heat.

My jeans were the only thing in the way, but I could feel how warm she was through that thin gauze. She started moving her hips slowly, grinding against me like she couldn't help herself. I kissed her ears and her neck, whispering right against her skin, "You like sitting on my lap like this?"

She answered with nothing but soft moans and the way her ass kept rolling against my hard cock.

I cupped her tits over her shirt, and she arched into my hands, welcoming the touch. We were both so worked up from a whole week of waiting that the air in the room felt electric. Then I shifted her so she was beside me, one leg hooked behind my back, the other draped across my lap, with her back resting against the arm of the couch.

I turned her face toward mine, cupping her cheeks in my hands, getting closer and closer while searching her expression. We stayed like that, nose to nose, eyes locked for five full seconds in a deep, heavy stare. Her eyes were on fire. Then I kissed her, our first real kiss.

It was slow, soft, perfect. I could taste her, smell her. She closed her eyes and opened her lips, inviting me deeper. I slid my tongue in, and we made out like teenagers who'd waited years long, hungry minutes of deep kissing. I held one of her hands, our fingers laced together. Her other hand was tangled in my hair while my free hand caressed her neck and the shell of her ears. We sucked each other's tongues, bit each other's lips, and simply breathed each other in. When we finally broke apart, the shyness had evaporated. Her face was flushed a deep red, her breath coming in fast, shallow hitches, she was completely lost in lust.

I looked down at her chest and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, keeping my eyes locked on hers. When I tugged her soft bra down and both her tits spilled out, her nipples were already rock hard. I flicked them, rolled them, and pinched them gently while she arched her back, moaning, "Oh my god... yeah..."

The sound of her voice, so uninhibited compared to the quiet woman I'd met earlier, made my blood roar. I leaned down, taking one nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the tip until she was shaking under me.

I leaned forward and took my time sucking her nipples, vacuuming them, licking them, and flicking my tongue fast. While one hand played with her other breast, my free hand moved from her feet up to her calves, until I slowly bent her leg to rest her foot right over my cock. I let her explore exactly how hard I was for her, letting her feel the size of it through the denim of my jeans.

My right hand slid back down her body and slipped deep inside the wide leg of those gauze pants. I started at her toes, moving between them, then to the soles of her feet, and back up her calves, knees, and thighs. The whole slow trip had Sera moaning and squirming, her legs opening wider the closer I got.

I traced all around the edges of her lacy panties, which were already soaked through. I kept teasing her, circling the heat without giving her exactly what she wanted yet.

I pulled her panties aside, and she lifted her hips to help me. The second my fingers touched her smooth, dripping pussy, she gasped. I circled her clit slowly, then slid two fingers inside just enough to feel how tight and wet she was. I pulled them out and brought them to my mouth, tasting her right in front of her. Sera watched me, eyes wide and hungry, then grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers too. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

I stood up and pulled her pants and panties all the way off, she helped, lifting her hips off the couch, and I dropped to my knees on the floor between her legs. Her pussy was right there, pink, shaved, swollen, and glistening. I kissed all around the edges first, teasing the skin and making her wait. She was so tight that, looking at her, I could only imagine Adrian's cock was too small for her, I could feel how hungry she was for something more. She smelled so good, so wet, delicious, and completely desperate for me.

She looked down at me from the couch, her breath coming in ragged hitches as she reached out to tangle her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer.

She put one foot on my shoulder, presenting her pussy and inviting me to dinner. I caught her foot, kissed it slowly, and sucked her big toe. She tried to pull it away at first, but I gripped her foot tighter, not letting her move. Her reaction was unbelievable, every toe I sucked, she reacted with a shock like she'd never truly been touched before. I licked her soles from the arch all the way to her toes while looking her dead in the eye. Sera gave me this completely lost look before finally resting her foot back on my shoulder. With every touch, I showed her how precious she was, and she just stared back with a poker face, like she was experiencing something she'd never felt in her entire life.

I took my time. I wanted to burn her alive.

I ran my nose from her entrance up to her clit over and over, then finally sucked her clit into my mouth, vacuuming it gently while my tongue circled. I licked her entrance and pushed my tongue deep inside her. I wanted to go down a bit further to taste her tight, pink anal opening, but I wasn't sure if she'd be into that yet. My left hand stayed on her tits, playing with her nipples, while my right hand slid two fingers back inside her, curling hard against her G-spot.

Her moans got loud, loud enough that I knew Adrian could hear every single one upstairs. I edged her over and over, bringing her right to the precipice and then slowing down until she was whimpering, "Oh my god... you're so good... oh fuck..."

When I finally gave her permission to cum, she exploded. Her legs shook violently, her whole body jerking as her back arched hard off the couch while she cried out. Sera is so fucking hot when she's cumming. The second she peaked, she pulled my head into her pussy with incredible strength, her body jumping while she was basically fucking my face. I could barely breathe, but I enjoyed every second of it, I would have died right there just to let her reach that orgasm and take her time.

Then she grabbed my face and pulled me up into another deep kiss, tasting herself on my tongue and lips. She tried to pull me into her, desperate to get my cock against her. I could feel her hunger, that raw, primal need for the real thing.

But unfortunately, there was still Jade's boundary, no penetration today, and no receiving a blowjob. Only giving. That was the hidden layer of the game, one Sera didn't even know existed. I was following the rules to the letter without telling her why, and the restraint was almost as electric as the act itself. Balancing the pleasure of two women while Adrian sat upstairs, listening to me unravel his wife, was a rush unlike anything else.

I smiled against her mouth and whispered, "Next time, I might be inside you."

Sera gave me a satisfied, heavy-lidded smile, but I could see in her eyes that she was still aching for more. My own body was hurting from the tension, but the reward was going to be worth every second of the wait. I'd be fucking my girlfriend while whispering every single detail of this into her ear the second she walked through the door.

At the door, I looked at her one last time. "No more jeans next time… and I won't be wearing any either."

She laughed softly and pulled me into a long, lingering kiss, the kind that said everything she couldn't put into words.

I drove home with the silence of the car feeling loud, knowing Adrian had heard every moan, every "oh god," and every wet sound from the floor below. I can't wait to tell Jade every filthy detail the second she gets back. She's going to be exhausted from her shift, but I'll be waiting to fuck her while I describe exactly how I made her friend's wife fall apart on my tongue.

This coming weekend, I'm going back. I'm determined to push Jade further, using the heat of what happened to convince her to remove the final boundaries and let me go all the way. I'm torturing Sera slowly, and Jade is torturing me the same way.

I'm in fucking heaven.

I'll update you guys the second the next move is made.

If you were in my shoes, would you have broken the boundaries just to enjoy the moment and lied to Jade about it? Or would you do what I'm doing, following the rules to the letter, burning Sera and Adrian's minds while your own mind is burning right along with them?

Noah sat nervously in the back of Jack's car, drowning in the spare suite he had loaned him. Noah knew Jack was tall and built, but he had no idea of the size difference between them until now. Noah tugged at his baggy jacket, taking in the fine interior of Jack's car. Sleek cream leather lining decorated the car's seats, accented by black details along its sides. The car's roof was glass, allowing Noah a full view of the skyline above. It rode silent, the only sound being the jazz playlist Jack had turned on in the background. 

Rachel sat in the front seat, her delicate form glowing in her white halter dress. Noah stared at her with a sense of admiration and respect. She looked right at home amongst the elegance surrounding her. It became clear to Noah that, unlike him, Rachel never belonged in a small town. She was always meant for something more. 

None of that mattered to Rachel, however. She smiled in the same innocent manner she had since high school, looking back at Noah gleefully as they entered the heart of Delborn City. Jack's wealth and lifestyle seemed to have no effect on her, Rachel was just happy to be experiencing life with Noah.

But it wasn't due to Jack's lack of trying. It frustrated Noah that he had offered Rachel the front seat. But in her usual fashion, Rachel countered by saying.

"Only if Noah is ok with it." 

And because of that, Noah was.  

"So, what do you two think of the city so far?" Jack asked, turning off a ramp into the city's center. Glowing amber lights flowed overhead, illuminating the ornate architecture of old and new buildings. Young individuals and students sprawled the busy streets, and Jack drove through it all without struggle. 

"It's amazing!" Rachel said energetically. She pressed her face against the car window like a child. "It's more beautiful than I realized!" 

"Well, we are in the downtown district. Some parts are a lot rougher than this." 

"Do you guys come here often?" She asked. Jack shrugged his shoulders. 

"Yes and no. Honestly, I wish Godfrey had a city campus, every time I come downtown it feels like I'm not here enough." 

"Honestly, now seeing it? I totally get it. I thought Godfrey was big…" 

"But it's nothing compared to the city," Jack stopped at a red light, looking over at Rachel. The two caught each other's gaze. Electricity flowed between them while Noah watched silently. 

"And you fit the city perfectly," Jack said softly. Rachel blushed and fixed her hair. 

"I definitely don't feel that way." She glanced back out her window. An awkward silence hung in the air before Rachel jumped in her seat. "Oh my god! Noah look!" 

"Huh, what?" Noah said, looking out his window.

"It's that retro-tech store you were telling me about! Remember the one from your reels you shared with me?" Rachel pointed at a large storefront with a Neon sign with the glowing words 'Tech Noire.' Noah couldn't help but let out an excited laugh. 

"Holy shit, there it is!" 

"We have to go Noah! You've always wanted to go!" Rachel said. 

"I'd stop off if I could, but we'll be late, unfortunately," Jack said between their banter. 

"Oh don't worry about it, that's a Noah and me date. You'd be an awkward third wheel." Rachel said with a laugh. Jake smirked and shook his head. 

"Noted." Jack cut between the streets, bringing the three to the front of an ornately sculpted building. A line of expensive cars rested in front of them, valets dressed in black tuxedos servicing each car with smooth efficiency. 

"Oh, did we take a wrong turn? Rachel asked. Jack glanced over at her with a smile. 

"Nope, this is it. Dorsia's." He said cooly. 

"THIS is Dorsia's?" Rachel said in shock, she looked back at Noah, giving a him wide-eyed expression that caused him to laugh. 

"It's a tough place to get into. Hopefully, they won't boot us out for being late." Jack replied. 

"Uh, are you sure Noah and I are dressed enough for this?" Rachel asked as she began to quickly adjust her dress. 

"She's right, I feel out of place in this baggy suite," Noah added. Jack glanced back at Noah through the rearview mirror. 

"What the hell are you guys talking about? You look fine!" 

"I don't feel fine." Rachel and Noah said in unison. A set of valets came to Jack and Rachel's door. As they opened them, Jack adjusted his suit and smiled at them both. 

"Just follow my lead and you'll be fine." 

The doors opened, Jack stepped out while the other valet offered his gloved hand to Rachel. 

"Madam," He said. Rachel touched her chest with her fingers and laughed gently. 

"Oh my, so fancy!" She took the valet's hand and stepped out of the car, grasping onto her gold clutch tightly as Jack walked over to her side. The valet on the driver's side entered the car, adjusting the back mirror and seeing Noah slumped in the back.

"Will you be exiting sir?" He asked. 

"Huh oh uh… yeah just give me a second here…" Noah fumbled over his door, struggling against the lock several times, failing to open it. 

"The door is locked, sir." The valet said. 

"It… it is?" Noah asked. 

"Yes sir." 

"Right," Noah fumbled with the door a little while longer, failing to find a way to unlock it as his face flushed red. After a few more moments of struggle, the valet cleared his throat. Noah looked at him through the rearview mirror. 

"Could you… could you open it for me?" Noah asked bashfully. The valet's eyes never left Noah as he clicked the unlock button. Noah gave him a polite nod.

"Thanks."

"Please exit sir," The valet replied. Noah nodded and promptly stepped out of the car.

As his heart raced, Noah saw Jack leading Rachel through the large double entry doors with his arm wrapped around hers. Noah tried to catch up with them, fumbling over his baggy dress pants with every awkward step. The doors closed in his face, Noah lost his footing, resulting in him slamming into the glass and leaving an imprint of his face. A service worker glared at Noah with disdain before opening the door for him.

"T-thanks," Noah said weakly.

He had never felt more out of place in his entire life. 

Noah fumbled into Dorsia's. A dimly lit space with a high-end industrial aesthetic. Chandeliers hung over wooden tables and black leather chairs, and every dinner guest was more well-dressed than the last. Several couples passed Noah by, giving him a look of confusion as they did so.

God, he really didn't belong here, Noah began to feel his anxiety welling up in his chest. Rachel had left him for Jack. She had taken his arm and happily walked into a better life without a second thought. Noah clenched his hands as he aimlessly wandered the receiving lobby.

But before his thoughts took him to a dark place, he saw Rachel standing in front of the service desk, both hands resting on her clutch as she looked through the crowds…

For him. 

And as soon as she spotted Noah, Rachel's eyes lit up as a smile stretched over her face. She waved at Noah with playful articulation of her fingers before walking over to him. Soft piano music played in the background. Rachel's body swayed gently under warm overhead lights. Her smile glowed as she reached for Noah and embraced him. His arms wrapped around her in return. He squeezed her tightly as her head buried into his chest. 

"I found you," She said gently. 

"You waited for me," Noah said. 

"Of course I did," Rachel replied. She looked up into his eyes, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips gently. "I'm sorry I left you behind, I thought you were right behind us." 

"Yeah well, Jack seemed more focused on you than me," Noah said, doing his best to mask his resentment. 

"Oh, I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it." Rachel said gently. She stepped to his side and rubbed his back with her fingernails. "Remember, they're our friends." 

"Right…" Noah looked around the dining area, taking in the countless high-class folks surrounding them. "God, I look like a clown." 

"Oh Noah stop! You look very handsome!" Rachel said with a laugh.

"What are you talking about, I'm drowning in this thing!" Noah said, matching Rachel's upbeat attitude. She always had a way of calming him, it was as if the world melted away, and it was them. Only them. 

"Well, what do you expect when you put something together last minute?" Rachel wrapped her arm under Noah's. "Next time we come here, we'll make sure to get you a suit that fits better. But for now, let's be grateful Jack had a suit you could borrow. We wouldn't have gotten in otherwise." 

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Noah admitted. Rachel squeezed his arm gently. 

"We can feel out of place together, ok?" Rachel looked up at Noah, smiling as their eyes met.  

"Deal. Now let's go find these guys." Noah said.

"They're this way, come on," Rachel took Noah's hand and led him to a long, very full dinner table. 

Jack's interpretation of a few friends may have been slightly different to what Noah was accustomed to. He counted over a dozen dinner guests, all laughing and surrounding the four stars of Godfrey. Noah took a deep breath and tried to relax the tension in his shoulders. 

Sure, there were a lot of guests. But Noah reminded himself it wouldn't be so bad if they sat at the end of the table. Hopefully, by keeping themselves hidden, they could get through this night without another incident.

"Hey, love birds!" Jack waved at Noah and Rachel, pointing to a pair of empty seats directly across from the four. "We saved you some seats!" 

Noah gave Rachel a pleading glance. She squeezed his arm and leaned into his ear. 

"It'll be fine." She whispered. Noah sighed and nodded, sitting alongside Rachel in the center of the table.  

The four stared at them with gleeful smiles. For a moment, the conversations around the table died at the sight of Rachel. It was a response Noah had become accustomed to. As the silence began to creep over the table, Ethan spoke. 

"You're looking good tonight Rachel, glad you could make it," He glanced at Noah, giving him a polite nod. "Oh, and nice suite bro. Swear I've seen it before." 

"It's my spare, he didn't have time to head home to change," Jack interjected. Ethan snapped his fingers. 

"Yes, now I see it! I knew I'd seen that one before. Gotta admit, it's a little big for you though." 

"I'm well aware," Noah said dully. Mike, already three shots deep leaned over the table and laughed loudly at nothing in particular.  

"This motherfucker looks like… uh… you know… like uh…" Mike tripped over his words while Jack and Luke looked at him in dismay. 

"Mike, if you're going to open your mouth, make sure you've got something ready to say," Luke said cooly, he turned his attention to Noah. 

"Despite it being a little large, the suite looks good on you man." 

"T-thanks," Noah said, feeling a smile forming on his face. 

"Luke's right, you pull it off bud. We'll have to get you into my tailor at some point and get you one of your own." Jack added with a smile.

"Yeah, that could be nice," Noah said, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. His eyes scanned over the four. While Ethan's attention was glued to Rachel's cleavage, Jack gave him a hard kick from under the table, making Ethan jump in the air slightly. 

"Fuck, dude what?!" Ethan said.

"Don't you have something you want to say?" Jack asked nodding toward Noah and Rachel. 

"I do? Oh… right yeah…" Ethan looked back at the two and smirked. "Hey guys, I'm sorry for the way things went down the other night, it wasn't my intention to give people the wrong idea."

"You sure about that? Screaming I had sucked your dick across the party seemed pretty intentional," Rachel countered. Her words were sharp, making Ethan coil back and laugh uncomfortably. 

"Seriously, I know the comment I made when you guys were leaving was… well it was bad." 

"Telling everyone I'd finish blowing you is a little more than bad, some might call that sexual harassment," Rachel said curtly. Noah looked at her with some surprise. 

"That's not what I said," Ethan countered quickly

"It is, in fact, what you said," Luke added, taking a slow drink from his beer. 

"Well, it's not what I meant! It came out wrong, alright?" Ethan looked at Rachel, a genuine look of dismay rolling over his face. For once, he actually looked like he might be remorseful. 

Might being the keyword. Rachel sighed and shook her head. 

"I don't know… Noah, what do you think?" Rachel placed her hand on Noah's arm, making him blush instantly. He cleared his throat and shrugged. 

"I… I mean he seems sorry. I think it's fine." Noah's words were tempered. Truthfully, a part of him wanted to tell this entire group to fuck off, to leave him and Rachel alone. But he didn't want to live in isolation anymore, and he certainly didn't want to drag Rachel down with him. He wanted friends, he wanted a change.

"See! He's cool with it, everyone is cool here!" Ethan said before looking at Rachel. "We're cool, right?" 

Rachel stared at him playfully, their eyes locking as she drummed her fingers against the table. 

"Fine, I accept your apology, for now. But you owe both Noah and me free drinks." Rachel demanded. 

"Deal, I'll buy you guys a round." 

"No, not a round. You will buy us drinks," Rachel said. 

"Drinks?" 

"Yes, drinks." 

"How many?" 

"Until I'm drunk," Rachel said. Ethan smirked. 

"Till you're drunk, got it," Ethan offered his hand to Rachel, and she reached over the table and shook it. "Let's have some fun." 

–

The night began to spin together for Noah. After several shots and a dinner that was way more expensive than Noah wanted to think about, the group broke off and headed to Jack's loft. Like everything else that night, Noah found himself in a world of wealth he'd seen on television screens. The lobby alone was breathtaking, lined with clean cuts of marble and antique furniture, Noah found himself doing double takes more than once. 

Rachel appeared to share his astonishment, regularly looking at him with humorously wide eyes as the two made their way past the doormen and into the lobby's golden elevator with the rest of Jack's guests.

When the elevator doors opened to Jack's penthouse loft, the entire group gasped.

"Make yourselves comfortable. There's more drinks in the fridge," Jack said cooly. The group fanned out, many of which made their way over to the oversized white couches in the loft's massive living room. As Rachel and Noah sat at the corner of a couch, she leaned into his ear. 

"I thought I knew what rich was, but this is something else!" She whispered. Noah nodded slowly. 

"I seriously feel like I don't belong here," Noah whispered back. 

"I know exactly what you mean, how long before they find us out do you think?" Rachel and Noah laughed in unison, but before he could answer her, a very drunk Ethan sat on the fur carpet in front of them with two beers in hand. 

"And what are you two whispering about over here?" Ethan asked, handing Rachel one of the beers. Noah grimaced as she took it from him.

"Nothing that involves you," Rachel said shortly. Mike and Jack followed closely behind, wasting no time surrounding Rachel. Noah couldn't help but notice their eyes trail up and down her body, making it clear they were only interested in one thing. 

Rachel.

Noah's incredibly beautiful, increasingly drunk girlfriend sitting next to him. Rachel's cleavage tastefully poured out of her dress, appearing ready to out at a moment's notice. 

"So, I've got a question for you two." Ethan's words were slurred. 

"Here we go…" Jack said under his breath, scooting in closer to hear.

Noah sighed. 

"What's the question?" He asked. 

"How the hell did you two meet?" Ethan said. Rachel lit up at the question, grabbing Noah's hand while smiling brightly. 

"Awe! You guys are curious how we met?!" Rachel asked.

"I mean, yeah. How you two ended up becoming a thing has me very… very curious," Ethan said. Rachel might have not picked up on the back-handed comment, but Noah did. Though he couldn't blame Ethan for being confused. Rachel was a league in her own, even Jack's group of friends would've had a hard time finding someone like her.

"Well, it was prom night, and both Noah and I weren't at prom," Rachel's eyes never left Noah as she spoke. 

"Damn, so you two snuck off, huh?" Ethan said with a smirk. Rachel laughed warmly and shook her head. 

"No, we didn't sneak off! I actually wasn't allowed to go to prom, so I decided to go to a little ice cream shop instead. Looking back it was pretty pathetic, but it was the closest I could get to a celebration. And guess who I found sitting in that ice cream shop alone?" Rachel gently rubbed Noah's shoulder, causing his cheeks to flush red. 

"It was pretty weird seeing you there, I honestly was shocked you didn't have a date that night," Noah said. 

"I'm shocked too, Noah I could get, but you? How the hell didn't you have a date already?" Ethan asked.

"If you MUST know, I didn't have a date because I had recently broken up with my boyfriend. Plus, like I said, I wasn't allowed to go in the first place. So, I decided to do something by myself. Noah was the big surprise though, I couldn't believe he hadn't stayed at prom with his girlfriend."

Ethan and Jack both reeled back in shock.

"Wait wait, you're telling me that Noah had a girlfriend at the time, and you didn't?!" Ethan said.

"Why is that so shocking?" Rachel said with a laugh.

"Well, I mean... I guess it isn't..." Ethan gave Noah an apologetic look before continuing. "So wait, you had a date that night then Noah?"

Noah felt his heart race as memories of Allison being slammed against the lockers poured back into his mind.

"Yeah... I did," He said.

"So why wasn't she with you at the ice cream shop?"

"... we broke up that night," Noah answered softly. Rachel gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Fuck dude, sorry to hear that," Ethan said awkwardly.

"Yeah..." Noah's mind swam with the moans of Allison.

"But it brought us together," Rachel said gently. Noah smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I guess that's true." He said.

"So what did you do to win her over? How did you approach her?" Ethan asked. 

"I… I didn't do anything, she approached me." Noah replied. Ethan's mouth dropped, and the rest of the group seemed equally shocked. 

"Wait, she made a move on you?" Ethan asked. 

"Yeah," Noah replied. 

"Jesus…" Ethan slumped back against the coffee table and took a swig of his beer. "So it was love at first sight then?" 

"For me it was," Rachel said bashfully. "Though, I can't speak for Noah." 

"Oh, it definitely was," Noah replied immediately. The group erupted in laughter. 

"Yeah no shit," Jack said. 

"Man, I got to be fucking honest, that is not how I expected that story to go, but then again, I don't know what I expected," Ethan admitted. He stared at the couple for a while before shaking his head. "You know, you two really are cute together. You're also a lot of fun, I'm seriously sorry I fucked up the other night. I took shit too far, let my dick get the better of me." Ethan sounded profoundly sincere, despite his inebriated state. 

"It's alright. Water under the bridge at this point," Noah said. Ethan shook his head. 

"No man, it's really not though! For real, I feel like shit. I honestly don't know what I was thinking." 

"Ethan, we're good," Noah said, turning to Rachel. "Right?" 

"Of course we are!" Rachel said, her cheeks rosy from the last few drinks she had. "Plus, if we're being honest. Before you shouted your bullshit across the party, we kind of liked what was happening." 

At those words, the energy in the group shifted. Everyone went silent, as if a spell had been cast over them. Noah could feel the surge of desire swell up from the group as his heart dropped. 

"Wait, what do you mean?" Ethan asked. Rachel bit her lip and looked at Noah apologetically. 

"Well…" She said softly. "We talked about it and… I don't know… it was kind of hot?" 

Noah couldn't believe what Rachel was saying. He knew she meant it in the most innocent way possible. But now, there was no going back. 

"Really," Ethan looked back at Jack and Mike, the awkward smile on their faces signaling that there was a clear opportunity they wanted to pounce on. 

"So let me get this straight," Jack chimed in. "You two enjoyed it when Rachel stripped in front of us." 

Noah's face went beat red, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. But he didn't correct them, and he didn't stop Rachel from answering. 

"Yes, we did," Rachel said, immediately covering her face in embarrassment once she did. "Oh my god, I can't believe I'm saying this! Please don't judge us!" She leaned into Noah and laughed warmly. While he wanted to laugh with her, the best he could manage was a forced smile. 

"No judgment here," Jack said quickly. He glanced at Ethan, then back at Rachel. "Well, if you guys liked it, would you want to play another game?" 

"Another game?" Noah asked timidly. 

"Yeah, something fun, something you both will like," Jack said with a smile.

Noah glanced over at Rachel. 

"What do you think?' He asked her softly. Rachel bit her lip and squeezed his arm. 

"I mean… it could be fun. Are you ok with it?" Rachel asked. 

"What exactly is this game?" Noah asked, doing his best to hide his trembling voice. 

"It's pretty straightforward, it's called pop the balloon. Each of us will have a balloon attached to us, and several competitors will have to pop all of them as fast as possible." Jack looked back to the rest of the party. "I know a few girls would also be open to playing. So it would be Rachel competing against them." 

"That doesn't sound so bad!" Rachel said with a smile. 

"Yeah, except the balloons are put right on our cocks, and the only way you can try to pop them is with that fat ass of yours," Mike shouted. Noah could feel the blood drain from his face. 

"Wait… you guys will be naked?" 

"What? No man! We'll have our pants on, it's a dry-humping game." Ethan corrected. "Don't listen to Mike, he's fucking drunk."

"So, what do you two think?" Jack asked. Noah took a deep breath and looked at Rachel. He already knew what his answer was, he already knew what he wanted to see. 

"Rachel?" He asked. She leaned and kissed him on the cheek. 

"I'm only going to do it if you want me to," she answered. 

Rachel meant those words, and it made Noah want to do it all the more. 

"I think it's worth trying," He answered. 

Jack smiled. "Then let the games begin."

I’ve been teasing Subby all week about letting him come with me for my hotwife date with my favourite bull. He doesn’t know it but my favourite meets are when he’s sitting like a good little cuck in his chair and I’m doing my thing with my bull.

He carry’s my bag with my underwear, heels and toys that my bull likes and I make him walk behind me on the way up to the room so he knows his place. I can feel my underwear getting damp already and I’m not even in the room. The thoughts of him walking behind me, caged and throbbing knowing what he’s sexy wife is about to do turns me on so much.

We get inside the room and he knows where he has to go. He places my bag on the bed and sits in his chair. I take the bag and go into the bathroom to change. I take a little longer than I should because I get a little thrill out of how awkward Subby will feel sitting there with my bull waiting on me. I’m an evil little bitch but I love it.

I walk out of the room and get down on my knees in front of my bull and I take he’s big fat cock out of his trousers and put it into my mouth. I never take my eyes off Subby for a second while I suck it and get him hard. I can see his cage jumping in his trousers and it makes me leak 💦.

My bull lifts me up and pushes me on the bed on my back and slides his huge cock Into me a little harder than he normally would because Subby is watching. It takes my breath away a little as he’s so big but I love it. I can see Subby now but I can hear his breath getting louder as my bull slams Into me. I’m moaning load now so he hears me and I know what’s it’s doing to him and it makes me hornier.

I climb on top of him now and I ride him hard and fast turning around every now and again so Subby can see the pure pleasure on my face. The look of frustration and horniness on his face makes me go even harder. I’m really putting g on a show for him now.

Then my bull lifts me up and bend me over right infront of Subby. I look him dead in the eyes as he’s slides his thick cock into me and I gasp. I tell Subby that this is how a real man fucks his wife and that I can’t get enough of his fat dick. I catch Subby glancing at the key to his cage bouncing off my tits and I smirk at him. The look on his face now is what really thrills me.

My bull slams Into me until he cums hard. I tell him that I want his condom to tease Subby with he laughs and takes it off and throws it on the side table. I tell Subby he’s in for a little treat today and I unlock his cage and let him free. I can see the cage marks on his dick and I love it. I throw him and condom and tell him to put it on and fill it as best he can while my bull goes down and eats me until I shudder and cum all over his face.

Subby barely gets 15 strokes and he’s cum hard. I tell him to get on his knees and leave the condom on him. I take the condom from the side locker and compare the two. We both laugh at the difference. Subby looks a little embarrassed but that’s exactly what I want. That look makes me so fucking horny.

I lock Subby back up in his cage and send him down to the car to wait for me. He’s such a good little boy 😈😈

Previous Chapter

Jenna picked up her plate again, forcing another small bite of the sesame chicken. The warm, savory flavors should have been comforting, but they sat heavy in her stomach as she tried to find the words. Aiden’s hand stayed on hers, gentle and steady, his hazel eyes full of quiet concern behind his glasses. The contrast between this moment—her thoughtful, loving husband bringing her favorite takeout and listening without judgment—and the long hours she’d just spent under Jonas’s crude stare made her chest tighten.

“It wasn’t just the work,” she said finally, voice low and tired. “It was… the way he talked about my body the whole time. Constantly. Like that was the only thing that mattered.”

She set the plate down again, suddenly unable to eat. Her free hand drifted self-consciously to the hem of her white tank top, tugging it down even though it was already stretched tight across her full breasts. The cutoff jean shorts felt even shorter now, the frayed denim riding high on her thick thighs as she shifted on the couch.

“I kept thinking… God, Aiden, do I really look like that? Like some kind of… walking invitation?” The words tumbled out before she could stop them, revealing the doubts that had been simmering under the surface all day. “I’ve always been curvy. These hips, these thighs, my chest… I used to feel good about it. Proud, even. After college I worked hard to accept my body, to reject all the conservative stuff my parents drilled into me about ‘modesty’ and covering up so men wouldn’t sin. I told myself body positivity was empowering—that a strong, educated woman could wear whatever she wanted and still be respected.”

She laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. “But today? In those shorts and that tank top… every time I squatted to scrape wallpaper or bent over to pull a strip off the wall, I could feel him staring. And he didn’t even pretend to hide it. He kept saying how my ‘sexy thighs’ were built for this kind of work, how my body was ‘made for real men.’ It made me feel… cheap. Like all my degrees, all my values, all the way I see myself as a teacher and a partner—they don’t matter. I’m just a pair of tits and an ass to him.”

Jenna’s blue eyes glistened with frustrated tears she refused to let fall. She looked down at herself—still in the same revealing outfit she’d chosen that morning—and felt a fresh wave of uncertainty wash over her.

“I started doubting everything. Is this body too much? Too… obvious? Maybe if I’d stuck with the baggy sweats, he wouldn’t have been so relentless. Maybe I did invite it by listening to your suggestion last night. I thought wearing this would make me feel powerful, like I was taking control and showing him I wasn’t ashamed. But now I just feel exposed. Reduced. Like my curves are the problem, not his disgusting behavior. Part of me wonders if my conservative upbringing was right all along—that dressing like this makes me look like I’m asking for that kind of attention. And then I hate myself for even thinking that, because that’s the opposite of everything I believe.”

She squeezed Aiden’s hand tighter, searching his face. “I know I’m attractive. I know you love my body exactly the way it is. But today… Jonas made me feel like it’s the only thing about me that exists. And the worst part is, I can’t stop wondering if that’s why you got so… excited this morning when you saw me dressed like this. If maybe, deep down, you see me the same way he does. Not as your equal, your partner, but as this curvy body that other men want to stare at.”

The confession hung in the cool air between them. Jenna’s cheeks burned with shame at admitting the doubts out loud, but saying them lifted a tiny bit of the weight. She was exhausted, physically and emotionally raw, her hourglass figure still on full display in the very outfit that had triggered so much of today’s turmoil.

Aiden sat quietly, listening, his thumb stroking the back of her hand in that familiar, loving way. The takeout containers grew cold on the coffee table while Maple dozed peacefully at their feet, oblivious to the quiet storm unfolding on the couch.

Jenna let out a shaky breath. “I just… I don’t know who I am in that house anymore. Or what my body even means to me right now.”

She leaned into Aiden’s side, seeking the safety she’d always found there, but the doubts lingered—quiet, persistent, and far more complicated than the simple physical exhaustion of stripping wallpaper and moving furniture. The dream home felt smaller tonight, the lines between empowerment, objectification, and self-acceptance blurring in ways neither of them had expected when they first agreed to Jonas’s deal.

Aiden listened quietly while Jenna spoke, his thumb still gently stroking the back of her hand. When she finally fell silent, leaning heavily against his side with exhaustion and doubt written across her face, he took a slow breath and turned toward her more fully on the couch.

He reached up and brushed a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, his touch soft and familiar. His hazel eyes behind the wire-rimmed glasses were warm, sincere, and a little sad.

“Jen… first of all, I’m really sorry today was so hard on you,” he said quietly. “Not just the physical work, but everything he said and the way he made you feel. You shouldn’t have to deal with that. I hate that I put you in this position.”

He paused, choosing his words carefully, then continued with that gentle, thoughtful tone she had always loved.

“I fell in love with you for a lot of reasons, and none of them were just about how you look. It started back in high school at that party. I noticed how you carried yourself—how you stood up for that quiet kid getting picked on, how you talked about wanting to become a teacher because you believed kids deserved to feel seen and valued. Your strength of character, your intelligence, the way your mind worked… that’s what pulled me in. You were kind but never weak. Progressive but never preachy. You challenged me to be better without making me feel small. That’s the woman I fell for. That’s the woman I still fall for every single day.”

Aiden’s hand moved to rest lightly on her waist, over the damp tank top, feeling the familiar curve there without any crude hunger.

“Your beauty?” He gave a small, almost shy smile. “That was the icing on the cake. The way your smile lights up a room, those bright blue eyes, your curves… yeah, I’ve always found you incredibly attractive. I still do. But it was never the main thing. It was never what defined you to me. You’ve always been so much more than your body.”

He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to something even softer and more intimate.

“What arouses me the most isn’t just seeing you in shorts or a tank top. It’s seeing you happy. Seeing you confident and glowing because you feel good about yourself. Last night, when you were so wet and responsive… that turned me on because you were lost in it. Because your body was reacting so strongly and you seemed to be enjoying it. Your pleasure makes me feel satisfied in a way nothing else does. When you cum hard, when you moan and grip my hair and let go—that’s what gets me going. Not some power trip or the idea of other men staring at you. It’s you feeling desired and taken care of. That’s what makes me hard.”

Aiden squeezed her hand gently, his expression earnest and a touch vulnerable.

“I suggested the outfit this morning because I thought it might help you feel powerful—like you were choosing to show up as the strong, beautiful woman you are instead of hiding and feeling small. I thought it might flip the script on Jonas, make you feel in control instead of trapped. I can see now that it backfired and made things worse for you. I’m sorry for that. If you want to go back to the baggy sweats tomorrow, do it. If you want to tell him to fuck off and we’ll figure out another way to pay for the repairs, we’ll do that too. I never want you to feel reduced to just your body. You’re my wife, my partner, the smartest and strongest person I know.”

He pulled her closer, wrapping both arms around her in a warm, protective hug. The cool AC continued to blow softly over them while the takeout sat forgotten on the table.

“You’re allowed to feel beautiful without it being a weapon or a burden,” he whispered against her hair. “And if Jonas makes you doubt that, then he’s the one who’s small—not you, and not us.”

Jenna stayed nestled against his chest, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear a quiet anchor. Aiden’s words were kind and loving, exactly what she needed to hear in that moment. Yet even as she absorbed them, a small, nagging part of her mind still whispered the doubts Jonas had planted—about her body, about Aiden’s true motivations, about what “enough” really looked like in their marriage.

For now, though, she let herself sink into the safety of her husband’s arms, the comforting smell of sesame chicken mixing with the cool air, trying to let his reassurance settle over the turmoil still churning inside her.

Jenna stayed curled against Aiden’s chest for a long time, letting his warm words and gentle hug wrap around her like a blanket. His voice had been so sincere, so full of the thoughtful, respectful love she’d always counted on. He saw her strength, her intelligence, her character first. Her body was just the “icing on the cake.” He got aroused by her pleasure, not by power or possession. It should have been enough. It was enough… or at least it used to be.

But the doubts refused to die.

They lingered in the quiet spaces between his reassurances, whispering even as she breathed in the familiar scent of his shirt and felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

If my body is just the icing, why did you get so visibly hard this morning when you saw me dressed like this for another man?

The question floated up uninvited, sharp and uncomfortable. She remembered the flush on Aiden’s cheeks, the unmistakable ridge pressing against his sweatpants when she stepped out in the cutoff shorts and tank top. He hadn’t just noticed — he had reacted. Strongly. And it wasn’t the first time. Last night, after she’d spent hours enduring Jonas’s leering and crude comments, her body had been unusually wet and responsive. Aiden had noticed that too. Had he secretly liked knowing she’d been “on display” all day? Had some part of him enjoyed the idea of Jonas staring at her thick thighs and full breasts?

Jenna squeezed her eyes shut tighter against Aiden’s shoulder. The thought made her feel disloyal, almost guilty. Aiden wasn’t Jonas. He wasn’t crude or toxic. He would never openly mock her or reduce her to her curves. Yet Jonas’s mocking voice kept echoing in her head: “Bet your little Aiden is the cuckold type… Prime material.”

She hated that the words had any power at all. Her progressive values screamed that such dynamics were degrading and unhealthy. Her conservative upbringing whispered that maybe she had invited the attention by choosing to wear something more revealing. And now Aiden’s own suggestion from last night — “flaunt it a little… show him he’ll never have you” — felt more complicated than simple empowerment.

What if dressing this way didn’t just affect Jonas? What if it affected Aiden too… in a way he doesn’t want to admit?

Another doubt crept in, quieter but deeper. Jenna had always felt secure in her attractiveness within their marriage. Aiden adored her curves — he kissed them, worshipped them with his mouth, told her she was beautiful. But today, after hours of Jonas openly lusting after her body in the most blunt, unfiltered way possible, she couldn’t help wondering if her husband’s gentler appreciation was… less. Less intense. Less masculine. Less capable of making her feel the raw, overwhelming desire she had unconsciously experienced in waves while listening to Jonas’s stories.

She hated herself for even thinking it.

Am I broken for feeling this way?

Is my body really “built” for something more primal than the sweet, familiar lovemaking we have?

The questions made her stomach twist. She had a master’s degree. She taught young children about kindness and equality. She believed women should never be reduced to their bodies or judged by how men reacted to them. Yet here she was — exhausted, sore, still wearing the very outfit that had triggered so much of today’s turmoil — quietly questioning whether her own husband’s loving gaze was enough compared to the crude, dominant hunger she’d seen in Jonas’s eyes.

Jenna shifted slightly in Aiden’s arms, pressing her face more firmly into his chest so he wouldn’t see the conflict still playing across her features. She wanted desperately to believe every word he had said. She wanted to feel safe and valued exactly as she was. But the lingering doubts refused to vanish completely.

They sat there like shadows in the cool, comfortable living room of their dream home — quiet, persistent, and growing stronger with every degrading hour she spent across the street.

She squeezed Aiden’s hand back, forcing a small, tired smile.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I needed to hear that.”

And she had.

But the doubts remained, simmering beneath the surface, making her wonder how much longer she could keep pretending they weren’t there.

The next morning, Sunday, Jenna stood in front of her closet again, staring at her clothes with a knot of tension in her stomach. Sunlight poured through the bedroom window, promising another warm day. The decision about what to wear to Jonas’s house felt heavier than it should.

Her mind kept drifting back to last night.

After Aiden’s sweet reassurances and the comforting Chinese takeout, they had gone to bed. She had been hornier than the night before — a restless, confusing heat that refused to settle. Aiden had sensed it immediately. He’d gone down on her with extra devotion, his tongue working her soaked folds while visions from Jonas’s explicit stories kept flashing unwanted through her mind: the married blonde woman bent over, gasping at how big Jonas was, cumming hard while her small-dicked husband watched and stroked himself.

Even as sweet Aiden licked her clit with familiar care, those images had made her wetter, her hips grinding against his face more urgently. She had wanted him to take her harder than usual — to thrust deep and strong, to make her feel claimed and filled. But when he finally slid inside her, he only lasted a few minutes before groaning and finishing with a shudder. Her own building arousal had clearly spiked his too quickly. She had lain there afterward, still aching and unsatisfied, pretending to be content while the doubts whispered louder.

Now, standing in her closet, Jenna made her choice.

She pulled on her usual home-workout activewear — pieces she rarely wore outside the house. The pale blue shorts were thin, stretchy, and short, hugging her thick thighs and round ass. The matching thong underneath was slightly visible through the thin fabric when she moved, a faint outline at the edges. On top, she chose a light pink sports bra — thinner and more supportive than the padded bra from yesterday, but far more revealing. It lifted and shaped her full breasts while leaving her sculpted midsection completely exposed: the soft curve of her waist, the smooth plane of her stomach, and the gentle definition from her light workouts all on display. She left her long blonde hair down in loose waves, added a bit more makeup than usual — mascara to make her blue eyes pop, a touch of blush, and a glossy pink lip — then stepped back to look at herself in the mirror.

The outfit was undeniably sexy in a sporty, confident way. It showed off her hourglass figure without trying to hide it. Part of her still recoiled at the idea of giving Jonas more to leer at… but another part — the part that remembered how exposed and reduced she had felt yesterday while trying to “take control” — wanted to stop hiding entirely. If he was going to stare anyway, she might as well own it. She told herself it was practical for the messy work ahead: easy to move in, breathable for the warm house.

When she walked into the kitchen, Aiden looked up from his coffee and froze.

His eyes widened behind his glasses, tracing her exposed midriff, the way the thin blue shorts clung to her hips and ass, the prominent swell of her breasts in the pink sports bra, and the subtle makeup that made her already beautiful face even more striking. His cheeks flushed instantly, and she didn’t miss the way his sweatpants tented noticeably as his cock hardened at the sight of her.

“Jen…” he breathed, voice a little hoarse. He couldn’t hide his arousal — it was obvious in the way he shifted in his seat and the hungry look that crossed his cute, nerdy face. “You look… incredible. Really. Are you… sure about wearing that over there?”

Jenna felt a complicated swirl of emotions: a small thrill at his reaction, fresh doubt about whether she was doing this for the “right” reasons, and a lingering sting from how quickly he had finished last night. She adjusted the waistband of the shorts, feeling the thin thong shift underneath.

“It’s going to be hot and messy today,” she said, trying to sound practical. “Ripping up carpet, scraping floors… I need something I can actually move in without dying of heatstroke. The baggy stuff made me miserable the other day.”

She paused, then added more quietly, “And maybe… I don’t want to feel small and hidden anymore. If he’s going to stare no matter what, I might as well feel confident in my own skin.”

Aiden nodded slowly, though his erection was still clearly visible. He stood up and pulled her into a gentle hug, his hands resting respectfully on her bare waist. “You do look confident. And beautiful. Just… be careful, okay? Text me if it gets too much.”

Jenna kissed his cheek, feeling the contrast between his sweet, loving touch and the raw dominance she knew awaited her across the street. She grabbed her water bottle and phone, steeling herself as she headed for the door.

As she crossed the sunny street toward Jonas’s house, the thin blue shorts riding up slightly with each step and her midriff bare to the warm air, the doubts from last night lingered. She told herself this was her choice. Her body. Her control.

But deep down, she wondered how much of that was true… and how much was being shaped by the confusing mix of repulsion, curiosity, and unmet need that Jonas had stirred up inside her.

She knocked on the door, heart beating faster than she wanted to admit.

Jonas opened the door and filled the frame instantly.

He was dressed casually for the messy work ahead — light gray sweat shorts that hung low on his hips and a simple white tank top stretched tight across his broad, heavyset chest and thick arms. A faint sheen of morning sweat already glistened on his dark skin, as if he’d been moving boxes or tools earlier. His close-cropped hair and the gray at his temples made him look every bit the confident, experienced man in his late forties or early fifties.

The moment his eyes landed on Jenna, they widened with obvious, unfiltered hunger.

He didn’t speak at first. Instead, he slowly dragged his gaze over her entire body — starting at her painted toes, moving up her thick, smooth thighs barely contained by the thin pale blue workout shorts, lingering on the faint outline of her thong visible at the edges, then tracing the completely exposed sculpted midsection and the soft flare of her hips. His eyes climbed higher, taking in the way the light pink sports bra lifted and shaped her full breasts, the thin fabric doing little to hide their natural movement. Finally, he met her made-up blue eyes and the loose blonde waves framing her face.

A low, appreciative whistle escaped him.

“Goddamn, sweetheart,” he rumbled, voice deep and thick with approval. “Now this is how you show up. Look at you… that tight little sports bra showing off those heavy tits, those tiny blue shorts hugging that fat ass and thick thighs, midriff all out like you’re daring me to stare. You went from hiding everything to giving me a full workout preview. Good fucking choice.”

Jenna felt her cheeks burn, but she kept her chin up, refusing to shrink under his stare.

Jonas stepped aside to let her in, but as she passed him in the doorway, he placed his large, calloused hand possessively on the small of her bare back — right where her exposed skin met the waistband of the shorts. His palm was warm and heavy, fingers splaying slightly as if claiming the space. The unexpected touch sent an involuntary shiver racing up her spine. Her body reacted before her mind could stop it — a quick, electric jolt that made her nipples tighten against the thin pink sports bra and a unwelcome flutter low in her belly.

She turned her head sharply, intending to pull away, but in that split second her eyes caught movement across the street.

Aiden was standing at their front window, watching.

He had clearly followed her to the door and was now frozen in place, staring at the scene: his beautiful wife in her revealing activewear stepping into Jonas’s house while the much larger, older Black man rested his hand possessively on her bare lower back. Even from this distance, Jenna could see the conflicted look on Aiden’s face — a mix of concern, jealousy, and something else she couldn’t quite name. His hand was gripping the curtain tightly.

Then Jonas’s front door swung shut with a solid thud, cutting off the view.

The hand on her back lingered for another long second before Jonas finally let it drop, but not before giving her a light, guiding pat just above the curve of her ass.

“Smart girl,” he said with a satisfied smirk, his eyes still roaming over her exposed midriff and the way the thin shorts clung to her. “This outfit is gonna make today a lot more enjoyable for me. Now come on — we’ve got carpet to rip up and floors to prep in that bedroom. Those sexy thighs and that tight little waist are gonna get a real workout today.”

Jenna swallowed hard, the shiver from his touch still lingering on her skin. The thin blue shorts suddenly felt even smaller, the sports bra more exposing, and the memory of Aiden’s conflicted stare across the street mixed with the unwanted heat low in her body.

The bedroom was already warming up as they got to work. Jenna and Jonas started by sanding down the walls where the old wallpaper adhesive had left rough patches. She wore a dust mask and safety goggles Jonas had given her, but nothing could hide how her body moved in the thin activewear. The light pink sports bra kept her full breasts supported but still allowed them to shift noticeably with each stroke of the sanding block. Her exposed midriff glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and the pale blue shorts rode up higher every time she reached or bent.

Jonas couldn’t keep his eyes off her — especially her thick, perfect ass. Every time she leaned forward to sand lower sections or stretched up on her toes for the higher parts, the thin fabric stretched tight across her round cheeks, the faint outline of her thong clearly visible. He made no attempt to hide his admiration, letting out low grunts of approval whenever she moved.

“Fuck, that ass looks incredible in those shorts,” he muttered at one point, not even pretending to focus on his own sanding. “Thick, juicy, and jiggling just right every time you move. You’re killing me over here, sweetheart.”

Jenna ignored the comment as best she could, focusing on the rhythmic motion of sanding, but the words still sent an unwelcome flush through her body.

After the walls were reasonably smooth, they moved on to the carpet. Jonas showed her how to cut and roll the old, stained padding and carpet. The work was heavy and awkward. They had to kneel, pull, lift, and drag the bulky rolls toward the front door. Jenna’s thighs burned from the effort, her sculpted midsection tightening visibly as she helped maneuver the heavy sections.

When it came time to carry the rolled-up carpet and padding out to the trailer in Jonas’s driveway, she grabbed one end while he took the other. The load was cumbersome, forcing her to walk backward at first, then turn and help guide it down the hallway and out the front door. Sweat trickled down her bare stomach and between her breasts. The thin blue shorts wedged slightly between her cheeks with the strain, making her ass look even fuller and rounder.

As they finally dropped the heavy roll into the trailer with a thud, Jenna paused to catch her breath. She stole a quick glance back across the street toward her own house. The front window was empty now — no sign of Aiden watching. She wondered what he was doing inside. Was he working at his laptop, trying to distract himself? Was he pacing, worried about her? Or… was he thinking about the way Jonas had touched her back when she walked in?

She turned her eyes back to Jonas, who was wiping sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his white tank top, briefly exposing his thick, dark stomach. Her gaze drifted over his build almost involuntarily. His strong arms and broad shoulders flexed as he adjusted the carpet roll. His chest was wide and powerful, the tank top clinging to the solid muscle and slight belly beneath. He looked every bit the self-made, blue-collar man who had built his business through raw strength and determination.

Then her eyes dropped lower.

The massive bulge running down the right leg of his light gray sweat shorts was impossible to miss. It was thick, heavy, and unmistakably long, the outline clearly visible against the thin fabric. It wasn’t fully hard, but it was substantial enough to make her breath catch for a split second. The sheer size and weight of it sent a sharp, traitorous jolt through her core — a confusing mix of shock, curiosity, and unwanted heat that made her thighs press together instinctively.

Luckily, Jonas didn’t catch her staring. He was too busy securing the carpet roll in the trailer, muttering something about making another trip for the padding.

Jenna quickly looked away, face burning beneath the remaining dust on her cheeks. She gathered herself, adjusting the waistband of her shorts and tugging her sports bra down slightly, trying to shake off the image that had just seared itself into her mind.

“Ready for the next load?” Jonas asked, turning back to her with that familiar smirk, his eyes once again dropping to her thick ass and exposed midriff.

Jenna nodded, keeping her voice as steady as she could. “Yeah. Let’s get it done.”

The bedroom looked dramatically different by late afternoon. The walls were now a clean, soft gray that made the space feel bigger and brighter. Jonas had finished the precise cut-in work and installed the new baseboards with the same steady skill that had quietly impressed Jenna earlier.

Now came the carpet. Jonas worked efficiently, rolling out the new neutral-toned carpet over the fresh padding, using a knee kicker and stretcher to get it tight and smooth against the walls. His powerful arms and shoulders flexed with each movement, sweat darkening his white tank top. Jenna helped where she could — holding rolls in place, trimming edges, and vacuuming up the final bits of debris — her thin pale blue shorts and pink sports bra now speckled with paint flecks and dust. Her exposed midriff was shiny with sweat, and strands of blonde hair stuck to her neck.

By 6 PM the room was finished. It looked fresh, clean, and ready for furniture. Jonas stepped back, surveying the work with obvious satisfaction, then wiped his hands on a rag.

“Damn good job today,” he said, nodding at her. “You pulled your weight. This room turned out better than I expected.”

Jenna felt a small, reluctant sense of accomplishment. The physical work had been exhausting, but seeing the transformation helped.

“Go ahead and wash up a bit,” Jonas told her. “Then make us some dinner. I’m starving after all that.”

This time, she didn’t argue or feel the same spike of anger. She was too tired. She quickly rinsed her face and arms in the bathroom sink, then headed to the kitchen and prepared a simple but hearty meal — baked chicken thighs, rice pilaf, and roasted vegetables using ingredients she found in his fridge and pantry.

When everything was ready, she plated Jonas’s food first. As she set it on the small kitchen table, he sat down and looked at the second empty plate.

“Make a plate for yourself too,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “Eat with me tonight. Don’t run off right away.”

Jenna hesitated, fork hovering over the pan. She didn’t understand why he was asking. Yesterday he had been crude and pushy. Today he had been… different. Less aggressive, more conversational. Part of her wanted to refuse and hurry home to Aiden, but another part — the tired, curious part — wondered what this new side of him was about.

“…Okay,” she said quietly, surprising herself. She made a smaller plate for herself and sat down across from him.

They ate in relative silence at first. Then Jonas took a bite of chicken, chewed thoughtfully, and looked up at her with a slight grin.

“You know, when I was a kid, my mama used to make rice just like this whenever we had a little extra money,” he said. “She’d stretch it with whatever vegetables we had. Tasted like victory back then.” He chuckled, a warm, genuine sound. “One time I tried to ‘help’ and burned the bottom so bad we had to scrape it with a spoon for a week. She still laughs about it when I call her.”

Jenna couldn’t help it — a small laugh escaped her. The image of a young, troublemaking Jonas burning rice was unexpectedly funny and human. It clashed hard with the crude, dominant man who had spent yesterday telling graphic cuckold stories.

Jonas noticed her laugh and his smirk softened into something closer to a real smile. “See? I’m not always an asshole. I’ve got layers, sweetheart. Some of them even edible.”

Over the next twenty minutes, he kept the conversation light. He told a couple more harmless stories from his early days in the HVAC business — the time a customer’s cat got stuck in the attic and he had to rescue it, the time he accidentally wired a thermostat backward and made the heat come on in July. He asked her about funny things her third-graders had said recently, and when she shared a story about a little boy who told her he wanted to marry his goldfish, Jonas actually laughed — a deep, rumbling sound that filled the kitchen.

For the first time since she’d started coming over, Jenna felt a strange, reluctant ease. This version of Jonas — the one sharing normal stories and making her laugh — was disarming. It didn’t erase the crude comments or the way he had leered at her body all day, but it made him feel more… real. Less like a caricature of toxic masculinity and more like a complicated man who had built his life from nothing.

When they finished eating, Jenna stood and started gathering the plates. “I should head home,” she said, though her voice lacked the sharp urgency from yesterday.

Jonas nodded, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, I figured. Thanks for dinner… and for staying. You did good today, Jenna. Real good.”

She gave him a small, tired nod and headed for the door, her thin blue shorts and pink sports bra still showing every curve. As she stepped outside into the cooling evening air, the laughter they had shared lingered in her mind alongside the sight of his massive bulge earlier and the memory of Aiden’s conflicted stare that morning.

The short walk across the street felt longer than usual. She was exhausted, paint-speckled, and emotionally drained. But for the first time, the “deal” didn’t feel quite as purely degrading as it had the day before.

When she opened her own front door, the cool AC greeted her, along with the familiar scent of home. Aiden would be waiting, sweet and concerned as always.

Yet as she stepped inside, a quiet, troubling thought followed her:

Why did that version of Jonas make me laugh… and why does that scare me a little?

My fiancé and I (F21 & M22) have been dating for nearly 7 years now. We’ve always had a happy and fulfilled relationship, once we entered college she asked if we wanted to try a MFF with her best friend. From there, my group of close friends since childhood found out and slowly they started also joining me and her up to the point where all 5 of them were gang banging her pretty regularly. About a year ago, my uncle (M37), whom me and my friends are all very close with, found out about this and started talking with her about it, talking turned into flirting, flirting turned into sexting, sexting turned into her snapping me a picture of his cock in her mouth. Up until then I didn’t even know they were talking. A few months after they started fucking, he ended up hiring her as his secretary. Now, regularly, when she comes home now she’ll jerk me off while telling me about how many rounds she went with him, how she was under his desk sucking his cock while he worked, the sloppy rimjobs she gave him, etc. I have never cum so much hearing of all the ways he fucks her.

We arrived at the symphony about 30 minutes before it started. We made it to our seats. I crossed my legs so the slit in my dress opened wide, my thigh brushing against him the entire time. I kept flexing my foot, watching him squirm and stay rock hard. All I could think about was my boyfriend at home texting innocent “how’s the show?” messages, completely clueless that I was already dripping and dying to get railed.

The second the concert ended he was done holding back. In the parking lot he scooped me up and practically carried me to the car. Back at his place he kicked the door shut, had my dress off in seconds, and threw me on the bed.

I climbed on top first and sat right on his face, grinding my soaked pussy against his mouth while he kept licking and kissing. His tongue was everywhere... on my clit, inside me. I rode his face hard until I was shaking and came all over his mouth.

I needed more. I turned around, got on all fours, and told him to fuck me from behind. He gripped my hips and slammed in deep. The backshots were brutal and perfect... Long, hard strokes that made the bed slam against the wall.

Then I felt his thumb press against my ass. He worked it in slowly at first, then deeper, matching the rhythm of his cock pounding my pussy. The double sensation had me moaning loud, pushing back against him, loving how full and dirty it felt.

He came hard the first time, groaning as he filled me up… but he didn’t pull out.

He stayed rock hard and kept fucking me even harder, like the fact that I was taken made him lose control. He basically used my body as much as his body could physically handle not knowing if he’d ever get to dick me down again, so he went all out.

He flipped me onto my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and pounded me deep and relentless. Then he put me back on all fours and went even harder, thumb back in my ass, sweating, breathing heavy, muscles straining as he fucked me through another orgasm.

I came twice more before he finally pulled out the second time and shot all over my ass while I laughed breathlessly and told him my boyfriend would never know a thing.

After using me good. We stayed in bed kissing and making out. One of the best aftercare pillow talk I ever had.

If you have read my posts before you know Lisa just discovered her love for BBC, having been raised in a white borderline racist family and area its been so hot seeing this BBC kink of hers develop. And i must say watching the skin tone and contrast, watching how small and petite she is under large powerful black men and I am sat in the corner hopelessly wanking out the sight is an incredible experience.

So the other weekend Lisa and Courtney was fucking up stairs while I was in the office finishing some work. Courtney has become a regular and although we still see James and Lisa and I fuck a lot. She is really enjoying the way Courtney makes her feel. So after there session they both come down and Courtney mentioned she might be ready to handle two BBC. Surprised I looked a Lisa. She just giggled and said Courtney has a friend who's bigger than him. I am 7 inch's thick. He much be 9 inches and really thick so I dread to think how big the other guy is. I said it sounds like you made your mind up. Again giggled. I was nervous as well because sometimes, depending on the the guy and how Lisa was feeling she liked to see me get fucked by them as well. And although I am not gay I love the feeling of being fucked. The pure humiliation of it.

A couple weeks later Courtney come over with his friend John. He was built like a NFL line backer. His hands as we shook hands engulfed mine. I got them a couple beers, Lisa a rose. We chatted for a bit when I noticed Courtney was rubbing the inside of Lisa leg. I can tell she is getting turned on and so am I. I sit back on the arm chair and watch my wife be gropped by now two big black men. Her blonde hair and pale skin look so good between them.

Courtney brakes the tension and suggest we go up stairs. He then looks at me dead in tbe eye. "Bro, you sure your ready to see your wife get fucked by two BBC " all i could muster up was a weak yes he then said there will be a lot of cum to clean. And if I am a good boy then might let Lisa make me cum as well. That buckled my knees with excitement.

We got to the bed room, I sat on my cuck chair. Cock out watching the sence in front play out.

Lisa was on her knees eagerly pulling out both cocks, Courtney was right John was an inch bigger and thicker than I had ever seen. Lisa eyes opend so wide. She looked at me and said wow. I am never going to feel you again after tonight. I had to take my hand off my cock because I thought I was about to cum there and then.

She got to work, watching her struggling with her small mouth trying to take as much of these giants cocks as she could. They both lay on the bed and Lisa bends over them still sucking and wanking them off. I move behind her to eat her out but I could already see her pussy was dripping, there was literally juice running down her leg. She tasted so good and knowing not long I would be tasting that lovely taste of her mixed with cum.

Courtney flips Lisa to her back and presses his cock to her tight pussy. Although she has been fucking him for about a year now it still takes her a bit of readjusting. I hear her moan as it pushes deep inside. Slowly opening her up. This is always my favourite part. Watching the pressure and pain on her face. The anticipation of what's the come. As I am watching with a stupid grin John slaps my arse and said come in. I hear you suck a good cock. I look at Losa so smiles and nods. So I get down and go to work, doing my best gagging on his cock as I hear Lisa moan louder. I feel the bed rocking faster and I know Lisa is close to cumming. John pushes my head down further as my Lisa is begging another man to leg her cum. I look up just at the right time to see Courtney thick cock full out of Lisa as she squrted everywhere. John then pushes me off like I am nothing and turns Lisa to doggy. Courtney lines his cock with her mouth .this is the first time she has ever been spit roasted by two black men. It looked incredible. It wasn't long before she cum again over another man's cock. Courtney slids down and pushes back in Lisa pussy. John lines up her arse hole. She makes noises i have never heard before as they both start fucking her simultaneously. She looks in pure pressure, its getting to much for me I ask if I can cum. She said no wait your turn like a good cuck. So I sit back in my chair aching to be allowed to cum. She much of cum a other 2 times while being dp.

John finished in her arse first shortly followed by Courtney in her pussy.

As they move i quickly jump on the bed not wanting to miss any of the dripping cum. I asked for a 69 so I can cum as well. She said no. I asked to wank. Again I got a no. As she lowered down on my face she asked how close I am to cumming. I said very. She said you can beg the boys to fuck the cum out of you. Im to tired myself.

So as the first lot of cum dropped in my open mouth. I begged two black men if they would fuck me till I cum hands free. John went first. As his cock pushed in I had never felt sp full. I was eating his cum from my wife's pussy while he fucked me. It took about 10 minutes for me to cum whole being fucked. And I cum all.over my stomach. Lisa laughed but John wasnt finished. I think the feeling of my tight arse sent him over and he finished deep inside me.

After I get fucked by a man I need close aftercare by Lisa. But unfortunately the bulls where staying over and ordered me to sleep in the spare room while they cuddled up that night.

Ill write part two if people want to hear it

So I’ve been dying to post this since last weekend. My boyfriend had ZERO idea I was going out with another guy that night. He thinks I was just “meeting a friend for the symphony.” The thrill of sneaking around already had me soaked before I even left the house.

It all started with flirty texts. I told him I wanted to make our plans a little more exciting when I casually dropped that my boyfriend would be home waiting for me later, completely clueless. He was instantly more eager that “she’s taken but she’s here with me” and that turned both of us on so much.

I sent him a teasing picture nothing crazy (he's into feet), just my legs up the wall in bed, thighs in the foreground and my pretty toes on full display. One-time view only.

He immediately texted back begging me to send it so he could keep it. I grinned at my phone and didn't reply.

The night was already off to an amazing start.

When he picked me up I had spent hours getting ready everything smooth and shaved, hair perfect, makeup on point, and of course a brand new pair of fuck-me heels I’d been eyeing. I opened the door, gave him a long lingering hug, pressing my body into his. As we pulled apart I let my hand slide down his chest… looking up at him… feeling exactly how hard he already was for me.

No games. Just a man who was rock hard because he knew he was about to enjoy another man’s girlfriend.

He grinned, pulled me closer, and kissed me right there in the doorway deep and confident, the kind of kiss that says he’s not worried about my boyfriend at all.

Before we left he asked if he can get a quick taste of my toes. I let him kiss and lick my toes while I ran my fingers through his hair. I almost said fuck the symphony and dragged him straight to bed… but I wanted the full night.

I wanted to sit through the whole concert knowing I was out with another man while my boyfriend was at home texting me asking how the show was.

I wanted the dirty thrill of sneaking off to a bathroom stall during intermission

And that was only the beginning of the night.