Me and my bf have been together for 2 years. We’ve always had insane chemistry and we’ve explored a lot together, so we’re pretty open with each other.
A few months ago we were mid-fuck when he suddenly groaned in my ear, “Fuck, it would be so hot watching you suck another guy’s cock while I’m buried in you from behind.” I froze for a second, but I was already dripping and so turned on that I just grabbed our 7" dildo, locked eyes with him, and started slowly sucking it. I made a show of it swirling my tongue around the head, letting spit drip down the shaft, moaning around it while I looked up at him and said, “Like this, baby?”
The way his eyes darkened and his cock twitched inside me was unreal. That night turned into one of the dirtiest, most intense sessions we’ve ever had. Afterward we talked about it for hours. He admitted how much the idea of sharing me got him going, and the more we talked the more it became clear he had a full-blown cuckold kink. We didn’t even know the term at first, but once we started researching and lurking on the net, everything clicked.
Before long we were joining adult sites, chatting with couples and bulls, and even hopping on a few video calls. Watching other guys stroke themselves while they told me what they’d do to me while my boyfriend watched… it was addictive. Still, it stayed pure fantasy. We never planned to actually meet anyone.
Until this one bull.
He’s been respectful, confident, and charming from the first message. We’ve been talking for weeks, slowly building trust, exchanging pics and videos, and finally decided to meet in person yesterday. I was so nervous on the way there that my hands were shaking. Part of me wanted to cancel, but my boyfriend kept squeezing my thigh and telling me it would be fine, that we could leave whenever I wanted.
We met at a mall and grabbed coffee first. In person he was even better tall, well-built, easy smile, the kind of calm confidence that makes you feel a little weak. He told us stories, asked thoughtful questions, and eventually pulled out his phone to show us a couple of his videos. Watching him fuck other women on that tiny screen while he sat across from us was so hot I could feel myself getting wet. He was clearly good controlled, deep, the kind of fucking that looks intense without being rough for the sake of it.
Then my boyfriend surprised me. He unlocked his phone and started showing the guy OUR videos… and some of the nudes I’d taken for him. I sat there watching my own boyfriend casually scroll through pictures of me bent over, legs spread, fingers in my pussy, while another man looked at them right in front of me. The heat that shot through me was almost embarrassing. My face was burning, but my nipples were hard and I kept shifting in my seat because I was so turned on.
The bull just smiled, complimented how pretty I looked, how wet I always seemed in the videos, and said he’d love to see that in person someday. We talked a little longer, but eventually we all had other plans so we set another date and said goodbye.
The second the apartment door closed behind us, my boyfriend was on me. He kissed me hard, hands already under my shirt, pulling it off. I’ve never seen him that gone face flushed, eyes dark, cock already rock hard against my stomach. He looked like he was about to lose it just from the memory of the meeting.
I decided to torture him a little. I pushed him down onto the couch and told him to stay there and watch. Then I stripped the rest of the way, grabbed my favorite toy, and sat across from him with my legs spread. I rubbed the head of it up and down my soaked pussy while I stared at him and started talking.
“He was so hot, baby… did you see how thick his cock was in those videos? I kept thinking about what it would feel like in my mouth while you were fucking me.”
I slid the toy inside myself slowly, moaning at the stretch, never breaking eye contact.
“I wanted something to happen earlier. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted you to watch me suck him.”
My boyfriend’s hand was already on his cock, stroking fast, breathing hard. I kept going, describing how I imagined the bull’s hands on my hips, how full I’d feel with both of them, how I’d look at my boyfriend the whole time while another man used me.
He came so hard he almost shouted completely untouched by me, just from watching and listening. Then he dropped to his knees, yanked me to the edge of the couch, and ate me out like a man starving. He didn’t stop until I came twice, shaking and gasping his name.
It was the most intense day we’ve ever had. I’m still thinking about it. Hopefully the next time we meet our bull, things go a lot further.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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