When we first started dating at 20, I was completely transparent with him. I explained that I have a high drive and when I'm in the mood, I tend to act on it without much thought.
He said he was fine with it, but preferred not knowing the specifics. That worked great initially, especially since we had separate places. I could take care of my needs without him seeing the evidence.
Sometimes I'd casually mention that some guy at the gym was flirting with me or that I got a number at a party, just to watch that flicker of jealousy cross his face.
I loved how it made him competitive, how he'd pin me down later and remind me who I belonged to. I'd been in situations like this before, so I knew exactly which buttons to push.
Now that we share an apartment, hiding my activities has become impossible. Even when I go to their place, I come back with marks or smelling like cologne. He's started asking direct questions, and I won't lie to him, so I've been telling him the truth about my hookups.
I live for that moment when his jaw tightens and his eyes darken it always leads to him taking me rough and claiming me all over again. Lately I've been describing my encounters in detail while he's fucking me, and I can tell he's getting into it. On Friday, I went out with people from my job and ended up back at Jake's place for some late-night fun.
I lost track of time and didn't get home until almost midnight. When I walked in, my boyfriend was on the couch gaming with his headset on. I leaned over to kiss his cheek and told him I was hitting the shower right away. By now he's figured out that rushing to clean up means I've been dirty.
As I headed for the bathroom, he paused his game and asked why I was in such a hurry to wash off. "Would you rather I stayed like this?" I asked, smiling. He stood up, pulled me against him, and started kissing me while sliding his hand into my leggings.
He pushed my underwear aside and slipped a finger into me. I was still leaking, no way to pretend otherwise. He got rock hard instantly against my stomach. "Is that from who I think?" he asked. "There's only one way to know for sure," I said. He hesitated, looking into my eyes. I didn't break eye contact. Instead, I walked backward to the couch, sat down, spread my legs, pulled my soaked underwear to the side, and said, "Come here. Try it." He took a few steps and knelt in front of me.
For a moment he just stared at my swollen, obviously used pussy. I gently placed my hand on the back of his head and guided him down until his tongue started lapping at me. He was tentative at first, but I kept encouraging him, telling him it was okay to enjoy it. Watching his lips and chin covered in Jake's cum was so hot that I came hard against his mouth. After that, I needed him inside me immediately.
He pulled his shorts down and fucked me right there on the living room couch, making an even bigger mess. We haven't talked about it since Friday night, but the sex we've had since then has been absolutely primal and intense. I know it's still fresh in his mind. I'm really excited about him slowly accepting his role as my cuck. Having that dynamic with him would be incredible.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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