r/gaycuckold

Victor learns a few things about the kinky side of his new husband on the eve of their Easter wedding. What follows is a night of debauchery spread across two bachelor parties, with forbidden encounters involving both grooms, and a best man who is more than a willing participant, he's the architect.

So, my husband has been seeing this guy for about a month now, and it seems to be going pretty well.

They usually meet once a week, and it isn’t purely sexual—meaning they have wine together and chat about their lives, etc. The sex is great as well.

The funny thing is, since he started seeing this guy, we don’t have sex at all. We haven’t fucked for a while now, but I used to suck him off and eat his butt regularly. I know it’s too early to tell, but it feels like we might be entering a new chapter… and I actually find it really exciting!

A fun and unique cuckold wedding story for Easter.

hoy mi esposo me dijo que tiene ganas de cogerse a un amigo sabroso que no se coge hace años.

incluso me dijo que le gustaria pasar toda la noche con el, pero que yo tendria que irme. No tengo idea donde me quedaría a dormir esa noche, pero con tal de que el pase la noche con otro, lo estoy considerando. Deberia decirle que si?

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Kai held the phone so Evan could see the words, his other hand a firm, grounding weight on the back of Evan's neck.

The screen’s blue light washed over Evan’s face in the dark living room. A single message from Luca Costa. No greeting. Just an address and a time. Tomorrow. 8 PM.

Evan’s gasp was a wet, shuddering thing against Kai’s shoulder. His whole body went rigid, then began to tremble. Kai could feel the fine vibrations through his palm, the frantic scramble of Evan’s thoughts in the tense line of his spine.

“He knows,” Evan breathed, the words muffled by Kai’s shirt. “Kai, he *knows*.”

Kai said nothing. His thumb began to move, a slow, deliberate stroke against the wild pulse fluttering under Evan’s jaw. The touch was an anchor. A question. The world didn’t break; it crystallized around this new, terrifying axis.

“Look at the message again,” Kai said, his voice low and even in the dark. “What does it say?”

Evan’s eyes, wide and frightened, flicked back to the screen. “It’s… it’s his apartment. Tomorrow night.”

“What does it not say?”

Evan was silent, breathing ragged. Kai waited. The hand on Evan’s neck tightened just shy of pain.

“It doesn’t say why,” Evan whispered.

“No,” Kai agreed. The single word was heavy. Final. “It’s an invitation. Not a threat. He’s giving us the ball.”

He lowered the phone, the room sinking back into near-darkness. Evan made a small, lost noise. Kai’s other hand came up, cradling Evan’s face, forcing his gaze up. Evan’s lips were parted, his breath hot and quick against Kai’s wrist.

“This is the shape of it,” Kai said, the words a quiet rumble. “This is what we talked about. In the dark. When it was just a game for us to play alone.”

He leaned closer, his forehead resting against Evan’s. “Tell me what you feel.”

“I’m scared,” Evan choked out immediately. Then, softer, “I’m hard.”

Kai’s thumb brushed over Evan’s lower lip. “I know.”

He shifted, his leg sliding between Evan’s, applying a gentle, insistent pressure. Evan groaned, his hips pushing forward instinctively, seeking friction. The proof of his arousal was a solid, heated line against Kai’s thigh.

“The fear and the want,” Kai murmured, his mouth so close his lips brushed Evan’s as he spoke. “They’re the same thing here. He’s a rival. He’s stronger. He watched you. He wants to play.”

“I don’t want to play with him,” Evan said, but his body arched, pressing closer.

“You will,” Kai said. It wasn’t a prediction. It was a rule. “Because I’m going to tell you to. And you’re going to watch him try to take what’s mine. And you’re going to understand who you really belong to.”

Evan shuddered, a full-body convulsion of surrender. A tear tracked from the corner of his eye. Kai caught it with his tongue, the salt taste a promise. “Look at me.”

“I belong to you,” Evan whispered, the words cracking in the still, dark air. A second tear followed the path of the first. Kai caught this one too, his tongue tracing the wet line to the corner of Evan’s mouth.

“Say it again,” Kai murmured against his skin. His hand slid from Evan’s neck down his spine, a firm, possessive stroke that ended at the small of his back. He pulled Evan flush against him.

Evan’s breath hitched. “I belong to you.” Louder this time. A vow.

Kai’s answering kiss wasn’t gentle. It was claiming. He licked into Evan’s mouth, tasting salt and surrender. Evan melted into it, his hands fisting in the fabric of Kai’s shirt, holding on like it was the only solid thing left.

When Kai broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. He leaned back just enough to look down between them. With deliberate slowness, he undid the button of Evan’s jeans. The zipper’s rasp was obscenely loud.

Evan’s cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the tip already wet. He whimpered, hips jerking forward into the cool air.

Kai wrapped his hand around him. Not stroking. Just holding. A firm, warm circle of pressure. Evan’s whole body shuddered. “This is mine,” Kai stated, his thumb sweeping over the leaking slit. “Every part of you that reacts to him, that gets hard for him, that’s scared of him… it’s all just proof of this. Of who you answer to.”

He began to move his hand, a slow, maddening pump. Evan’s head fell back, a choked moan tearing from his throat. His knees buckled; Kai held him up, the grip on his cock unwavering.

“You’re going to say it tomorrow,” Kai continued, his voice a low, relentless rhythm matching his hand. “When he’s there. When you can smell him. When he looks at you the way he did in the showers. You’re going to look him in the eye and you’re going to know, in your bones, that you are mine.”

Evan was trembling, sweat beading at his temples. “Kai… I’m close…”

“No.” Kai stopped moving. He squeezed, just shy of painful. The denial was a physical shock. Evan cried out, his body bowing with frustrated need.

Kai leaned in, his lips brushing Evan’s ear. “You come when I tell you to. Not with him. Not without me. Understand?”

Evan nodded, desperate, tears welling again. “Yes. Yes.”

“Good.” Kai released him, tucking him back into his jeans with a practicality that felt more intimate than the touch. He smoothed Evan’s hair back from his damp forehead. “Now go to bed. We have a game tomorrow.”

Evan turned toward the hallway, his steps unsteady on the creaking floorboards. He stopped at the threshold of their bedroom, one hand gripping the doorframe. He didn’t look back.

The light from the single lamp carved his silhouette out of the dark—the tense line of his shoulders, the dip of his spine. Kai watched from the couch, silent. He saw the quick rise and fall of Evan’s breath.

“You told me to go to bed,” Evan said to the darkness ahead. His voice was thin. Worn.

“I did.”

“I can’t.” Evan’s head dropped forward. A soft, broken sound escaped him. “I can’t just lie down. Not like this.”

Kai didn’t move. “Like what?”

“Aching.” The word was a whisper. A confession. “Full of… tomorrow. Full of him. I can still feel your hand. And I can’t come. And I’m so scared, Kai.”

The leather of the couch sighed as Kai stood. His footsteps were quiet on the rug. He stopped behind Evan, close enough that the heat of his body brushed Evan’s back. Evan shivered.

Kai’s hands came to rest on Evan’s hips. His thumbs pressed into the tense muscle above the jean pockets. “The fear is the point. The ache is the point. You carry it. For me.”

He leaned in, his mouth close to Evan’s ear. “You think I sent you away to sleep? I sent you away to feel it. All night. To know your body belongs to me even when I’m not touching it.”

Evan shuddered. He leaned back, his head coming to rest against Kai’s shoulder. His eyes were closed. A tear escaped, tracing a path into his hairline. “What if I can’t do it tomorrow? What if I… fail you?”

Kai’s arms wrapped around him, crossing over his chest, binding him. A hold that was both restraint and anchor. “You won’t.” He nosed into Evan’s hair, breathing in the scent of sweat and shampoo. “Because failing me isn’t coming too soon, or saying the wrong thing. Failing me is forgetting who you are. You are mine. That’s the only rule that matters in that room tomorrow.”

He turned Evan gently, forcing him to face the darkened bedroom. “Now go. Lie down in the dark. Feel everything you’re feeling. And know that I chose this for us. For you.”

Evan took one step. Then another. He didn’t look back as he crossed into the shadowed room and let the door close softly behind him, leaving Kai alone in the lamplight.

(This one’s a bit slower, but it’s to continue the set up! Thank you for all the comments I had! It’s nice to have your inputs as well! Keep in mind, I do keep your comments in mind, but I won’t always follow them! Enjoy this slower section! Not a lot of sex in this one)

I bit my lip harder, unable to resist any longer. I reopened the message and tapped on the picture Luka had sent. His cock seems even more massive than this morning… perhaps it was the angle… or perhaps it was just my mind playing tricks on me… regardless… seeing it made me get hard…

I pinched the screen to get a closer look…. But then accidently swiped to see the video I had sent earlier. The screen filled with the recording with me on the couch, spread wide, slowly pulling that bloated, cum-swollen condom out of my greedy hole while moaning like a whore, my body clearly loving every second of it. Watching it now made my face burn with shame, but my cock instantly hardened.

I finally put my phone away to stop watching the video. I went under the shower spray as the memory of that intense stretch and the warm, heavy fullness came rushing back. Mark had just fucked me… yet my body still craved something more. I leaned against the shower wall, one hand slowly stroking myself as thoughts of Luka ran through my mind.

I closed my eyes and just soaked myself under the water trying to push Luka out of my head and focus on Mark instead. I pictured his strong body under me on the couch, the way he’d grinned up at me while I rode him. My fingers slid down between my legs, circling my slick, still-loose hole before pushing two inside. I’ve been needing this all day… I needed my slutty hole to get violated. For a moment it felt good… but then the frustration hit me.

Mark hadn’t even made me cum. He’d thrust a few times, moaned like he was in heaven, and dumped three weak ropes inside me after barely ten minutes, leaving me aching and desperate while he just panted and called it amazing. Even if I didn't get off with Luka earlier… I definitely would still be pissed… he didn’t even suck me off… that selfish prick…

My fingers curled angrily, pumping faster as the disappointment burned in my chest. Why couldn’t he last? Why couldn’t he fuck me properly and fill me the way I needed tonight? The thoughts of Mark soured completely, and without meaning to, my mind replaced him with Luka. I saw that smug smirk, those powerful hips, and especially that monstrous twelve-inch cock that had ruined me so thoroughly this morning. A loud, needy moan slipped out as I added a third finger, stretching myself wider, my other hand jerking my cock in quick, desperate strokes while I imagined Luka pounding into me again.

The fantasy took over completely. I slammed my fingers deeper, imagining Luka’s massive cock splitting me open, his heavy balls slapping against my ass as he used me like a cheap toy. My strokes grew frantic, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head of my cock while my hole clenched greedily around my fingers. “Fuck… so deep…” I whimpered under the water, toes curling against the shower floor. Within seconds my balls tightened and I came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum against the tiled wall, my hole spasming wildly around my fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I moaned...tilting my head back in pleasure as my body shook a bit in pleasure… I had just jacked off to the idea of Luka… not even with Mark in mind.

I stood there panting, cum slowly washing down the drain, and the guilt started to build back up. Mark wasn’t just a dick to ride when I was horny. He was the guy who had stayed up with me during finals week, who held me when my family disowned me for coming out, who chose me over every other guy and built this life with me. We’d been through so much together—laughs, fights, late-night talks, and quiet mornings where just being next to him felt like home. And here I was, fingering myself in the shower while thinking about another man. I felt sick. What the hell was I doing?

I turned the shower off and quickly dried myself, not wanting to stay trapped with my own thoughts any longer. Wrapping the towel loosely around my waist, I stepped out of the bathroom and padded quietly down the short hallway toward the bedroom. The lights were already dimmed low, and when I pushed the door open I saw Mark already in bed, fast asleep on his back with one arm tossed over his head. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, leaving his broad, toned chest rising and falling slowly with each peaceful breath. He looked so handsome like this. His strong jaw relaxed, dark lashes resting against his cheeks, the faint stubble I loved running my fingers over. For a moment I just stood there in the doorway, admiring the man who had chosen me, who had built this quiet life with me. My heart ached with a fresh wave of guilt as I watched him sleep, completely trusting and unaware of what I’d done.

I stood there a little longer, just watching Mark sleep, when a low, unmistakable moan suddenly drifted through the thin apartment wall from the unit next door. It was deep and breathy, followed by the rhythmic creak of a bedframe and the wet slap of skin on skin. I knew exactly who it was. Luka. He was fucking someone right now, and from the loud, desperate sounds the guy was making, he was getting absolutely railed by that massive cock.

A sharp, unwelcome twist of jealousy came over to me… I should be the one getting— wait… no.. that’s not how I should be thinking. Why did that bother me? I had no right to feel anything about who Luka was screwing, especially after what he was doing to me… but hearing how loudly that stranger was moaning, how thoroughly Luka was wrecking him, made something ugly flare up inside me. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look away from Mark and quietly close the bedroom door behind me, the filthy noises still leaking through the wall like a taunt I couldn’t ignore.

I crawled into bed beside Mark as quietly as I could, careful not to wake him. The moans from Luka’s apartment were still faintly audible through the wall, though they were starting to grow more frantic and broken. I pulled the covers over both of us and pressed myself gently against Mark’s warm back, wrapping an arm around his waist. I closed my eyes and carried myself close to Mark, then drifted off to sleep.

(Day 2 is coming! What rule should we add? Who should win this time? If they do win, what rule will they add? Let me know :3)