I’ve been with my girlfriend for about five months now. Last night was the night she finally took that next step and cucked me — fully, deeply, intentionally.
But this wasn’t just some random guy. He’s a former college football player, spent time on an NFL practice squad, and he’s 6’3”, jacked out of his mind, and hung like something out of a porn scene — over 9 inches long and 6.5 inches thick. She told me later that while sucking him, she stacked three full hands on his shaft and still couldn’t reach the base. For reference, when she uses two hands on me, my dick basically disappears.
Last night, she met him at his place in a gated community. I wasn’t allowed to come in — he made that clear from the start. He didn’t want anything to do with me, especially not in his space. In fact, the only reason I was even allowed to watch was because I offered him money. That changed everything.
We agreed on a weekly arrangement: – $200/week, whether we meet or not – 1 personal training session with him (yes, he’s going to be my trainer) – 1 session with my girlfriend at his place, which I’m now allowed to watch
Last night I just waited outside in the car, parked outside his neighborhood. At one point, she called me, but didn’t say a word. She just put the phone on the nightstand next to the bed — and I had to sit there, listening.
I heard her moaning — raw, primal, deeper than I’ve ever heard — and then him. The way he grunted, the way he took control, and the way he yelled out loud when he came all over her stomach. It was aggressive, dominant, totally unfiltered.
This deep, animalistic roar as he emptied himself from those huge, heavy balls I’ll never measure up to. Hearing it was degrading, but at the same time… it got me so hard. That kind of intensity, knowing I’d never give her that — and knowing she didn’t care.
Then, as I was driving her home afterward, he sent me a Snapchat video. No words — just her on her knees, gagging on his massive cock, looking up at him while her mascara started to run. I pulled over and watched the whole thing before finishing the drive in silence.
And now? He’s my personal trainer. Starting this week, he’s going to start working with me one-on-one. He laughed when I asked, but said sure — almost like he was doing me a favor.
I’m lanky, 6’1”, not weak but nowhere near his level. The idea of him coaching me, ordering me around, owning my physical progress while already owning my girlfriend’s body, is hotter than I ever expected.
I don’t know where this is heading. But I’ve never felt more submissive. More turned on.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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