Cuckold

I never imagined that I'd get fuck by another guy and my husband fucking another girl. But this one is just right. We’d been best friends with Mark and Anna for years. We’d done vacations together, dinners, even stayed at each other’s houses. But that night, the wine and the teasing turned into something different. Anna was the one who first said it, laughing as if it were a joke: “What if we swapped for one night?” The room went quiet, but not in a bad way. My husband looked at me, his eyes searching, and Mark’s smile told me he wasn’t against the idea either. My heart was pounding, but I surprised myself when I nodded. “Let’s do it.” I've always been loyal to my husband and I don't have any feelings for Mark. Before I knew it, I was on the couch with Mark while Anna pulled my husband toward the bed. I could see them just a few feet away, and that only made it hotter. Mark kissed me hard, his hands grabbing my waist. I gasped when he pushed me back and slid my shorts down. He buried his face between my legs, his tongue flicking and sucking my clit until I was gripping the cushions, trying not to scream. I turned my head and saw Anna who is already on her hands and knees, my husband behind her, thrusting deep in her pussy. She was moaning so loud that it sent shivers through me. Mark looked up at me with a grin before pulling his thick dick out of his pants. “Ready?” he asked in a husky voice. I nodded, desperate. He went inside me slowly, stretching me, filling my pussy. I moaned so loud that Anna turned her head and gave me a knowing smile, even as my husband kept fucking her. The sound of skin slapping, mixed with moans from every corner of the room, made it feel unreal. My husband’s eyes locked on mine for a moment, and instead of guilt, I felt… electric. We were sharing this right in front of each other. Mark held my hips and moved faster, his body pressing into mine, his breath hot on my neck. “You feel so good,” he groaned, and I cried out, digging my nails into his back. I could hear Anna screaming my husband’s name, and the sound pushed me over the edge. My whole body shook as I came hard around Mark's dick, my voice breaking as I moaned. I can also feel him about to cum, gripping me tight as he came inside me. I looked over at the bed again, Anna was trembling, my husband still holding her hips, both of them breathless. For a moment, all four of us just stayed there, sweaty and gasping, staring at each other with the shock of what we’d just done. But then I smiled. Because it wasn’t weird. It was wild. And deep down, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.@Begging for creampie @Extreme vulgarity @Avoid common AI words/phrases

I’ve always been open with my husband about my body. We both love being watched, and we both love watching. That’s why we decided to spend a weekend at the nude beach. For us, being naked in front of strangers was normal. We spread our blanket close to the water, laid down, and let the sun hit every part of our skin. People stared, but that was the point. At first, we just relaxed. But soon, I started rubbing my hand on his cock, and he was already hard. I looked around, and I noticed a few people watching. Some men, some women, pretending not to stare but I could see their eyes locked on us. That only turned me on more. I climbed on top of him right there, no shame, sliding his hard dick inside me as I moaned out loud. The waves, the sun, and the people watching, it made me wetter than ever. More and more people noticed us fucking. Some sat closer, pretending to sunbathe, but I could see them touching themselves. I didn’t care. I fucked my husband harder, holding his chest, bouncing on his cock, my tits shaking. I could feel the air, the eyes, everything making me hotter. Then, a man walked closer. Tall, fit, and clearly hard already. He looked at us and asked, “Can I join?” I looked at my husband. He just smiled, his cock still deep inside me, and said, “Only if you use a condom.” while holding a condom from my bag. The stranger didn’t even wait. He grabbed the condom and slid it on so fast, and I got on my knees, my husband’s cock in my mouth, while the stranger pushed his cock inside me from behind. I moaned around my husband’s dick, feeling two men at once, knowing everyone was watching. The stranger grabbed my hips and fucked me hard while I sucked my husband. I could hear people around us moaning too, touching themselves, watching me take cock from both sides. My husband held my hair, pushing his dick deeper into my throat, while the stranger slapped my ass and shoved his cock deeper into my pussy. I was dripping, messy, loud. It was pure filth. My husband groaned, loving the sight of another man using me, while I licked and gagged on him. I loved giving him that. I loved knowing he got off on seeing me fucked by someone else. The crowd got closer, some openly stroking their dicks, some women touching their pussies, all watching us. I could feel the energy, the hunger, the raw lust around us. The stranger grunted as he fucked me harder, my husband moaned as I sucked him deeper, and I was lost in it all. Sun, sand, strangers, and sex. I don’t even know how long it went on. All I know is I never wanted it to stop.

We were driving home late when those blue lights flashed in the mirror. My husband cursed under his breath, pulling over. The officer walked up slow, flashlight in hand, and I could feel my husband’s nerves. His license was expired, and we both knew this was going to be a problem. The officer leaned in, his eyes looking over me instead of the papers. I caught it. That look. The kind of look men give when they want something but don’t dare say it. My husband stammered about the license, about fixing it soon. The officer didn’t care. He just stared at me. And that’s when the idea hit me. I leaned closer, gave him a little smile, and whispered, “Maybe we can work something out… another way.” My husband’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t stop me. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe deep down he wanted to see how far I’d go. The officer’s lips curled into a smirk. “Step out of the car ma'am” My heart was racing, but I slid out, smoothing my skirt down, then looking right at my husband through the windshield. His face was pale, shocked, but his eyes never left me. The officer leaned against his patrol car, undoing his belt. "You're a good wife for doing this for him" He said. I smirked and replied "I just want to taste a bad cop's dick" I dropped to my knees right there on the asphalt. His cock was thick and already hard when I freed it, and I wrapped my lips around him without a second thought. “Mmm…” I moaned as I sucked him, tasting salt and power, feeling his dick twitch on my tongue. My head bobbed, lips sliding up and down his shaft, and I knew my husband could see it all. My mouth stretched wide, spit glistening in the flashing lights. “You’re a dirty little thing,” the officer groaned, gripping my hair and guiding me deeper. I gagged softly, drool dripping onto my chin, but I loved it. Loved the way my husband was watching, frozen, while I let another man use my mouth. He said "Let's use that pussy of yours to make this quick". Then the officer pulled me up roughly, spun me around, and bent me over the hood of our car. My palms pressed against the cool metal as he pushed my skirt up and slid my panties aside. “Oh god,” I gasped as his dick slammed into me hard and deep. My legs shook, my moans echoing in the night. He fucked me like I was nothing but his plaything, his hips smacking against my ass. I glanced at the windshield, locking eyes with my husband. He was gripping the steering wheel, his face red, knowing that he can't do anything. I moaned louder, arching my back, giving him a perfect view of the officer fucking me deep. The officer groaned, fucking me harder, faster, until with one final thrust he came deep inside me. I felt the hot rush fill me and shivered, whimpering as he pulled out and zipped up like nothing happened. “Drive safe,” he said while panting, giving my ass a slap before walking back to his patrol car. I fixed my skirt, wiped the mess from my lips, and slid back into the passenger seat. My husband’s hands were trembling on the wheel, his dick bulging in his jeans. I leaned close, whispering, “Now take me home… and maybe you’ll get your turn.” @No additions

Me and my husband booked a couple’s massage. We just wanted to relax, nothing wild, but I can’t lie, we’re both kinky in our own way. So the idea of lying naked under thin towels while strangers touched us already had me a little wet. The room was dim, soft music playing. We both lay on our stomachs, side by side. Two masseurs came in, one for me and one for him. Mine was a tall man with strong hands. His was a cute Asian girl with nice tits. The first touch of his palms on my back made me shiver. He worked slow, pushing deep into my muscles, and every press sent heat between my legs. At first, it was normal. But then his hands started to drift lower. He rubbed my thighs, spreading them a little, and his fingers brushed close to my pussy. I felt my breath hitch. I glanced at my husband. He was watching me, his face tight, his eyes locked on the way the man’s hands moved. The towel slipped a little when he pushed higher. Now his knuckles grazed the lips of my pussy, and I swear my hips lifted on their own. My husband’s chest rose and fell fast. He didn’t say a word. That silence made it even hotter. My husband got done with his massage first because he only wanted to have the basic massage. His masseur went out while mine stayed because I asked for an extra. The masseur leaned down and whispered, “Do you want me to stop?” I shook my head. He smiled and slid one thick finger inside me. I gasped, grabbing the sheets, my body betraying me. My husband groaned low in his throat, but he didn’t stop watching. Soon I was on my back, towel tossed aside. The masseur pushed two fingers inside me while my husband’s eyes burned into me. I reached for his hand, guiding it to his cock, making him jerk his self off while another man worked my body. When the masseur pulled a condom from his pocket, I didn’t hesitate. I spread my legs wide. “Fuck me,” I whispered, loud enough for both of them. He put his dick inside me, thick and slow, stretching me while my husband stroked himself hard. I moaned loud, my nails digging into the bed, while the stranger pounded me deep. I kept my eyes on my husband, loving the way his dick twitched in his hand as he watched me take every inch. “Oh fuck, yes,” I cried, wrapping my legs tight around the masseur. I came first, shaking under him, my pussy squeezing his dick. My husband groaned and stroked faster, his face red, sweat dripping. The masseur kept fcking me hard, and I knew we weren’t close to being done. And that’s how I ended up spread open on a massage table, my husband jerking off inches away, watching me get used like a slut.

FEMALE POV. It happened on a Saturday morning. My husband had just left for work, and I was still half-asleep. I got up, took a quick shower, and wrapped myself in a towel. Just the usual routine. Then the doorbell rang. I thought it was my husband. Maybe he forgot something. So I opened the door without even checking. But it wasn’t him. It was Jay, his workmate. He came to drop off some tools they left at our place the night before. I froze. He froze. I was standing there, dripping wet in a towel that barely stayed on. He tried to look away, but I already saw his eyes scan me up and down. I laughed a little and told him to wait while I grabbed something to wear. But then, as I bent down to grab my phone from the floor near the couch, the towel slipped. It dropped. Fully. Right in front of him. He saw everything. I gasped and quickly grabbed it, my hands shaking a bit. I looked at him, and his face was red. He apologized, said it was fine, and stared hard at the wall like he was trying not to look again. He left quickly, said he’d come back later. I stood there for a second, heart racing. I should’ve been embarrassed. Maybe I was. But also… I felt something else. A thrill I couldn’t explain. That night, while my husband slept next to me, I kept thinking about Jay. Not just that he saw me naked. But the way he looked at me. Like I was something forbidden. Like he wanted me, even though he knew he shouldn’t. That look made me feel sexy in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. The next time Jay came by, I didn’t try too hard to cover up. I wore a loose shirt with no bra and short shorts. I acted normal, like nothing ever happened. But I caught him stealing glances again. This time, I didn’t hide my smirk. Now I can’t stop thinking about it. That moment. That silence between us. That heat. It was just an accident. A small one. But part of me wants it to happen again. And maybe next time, I won’t cover up so fast.

I was the one who started it. I was the one who begged my husband to fuck another girl while I sat there and play with my pussy. It wasn’t about cheating or secrets. It was about a fantasy I had been thinking about for months. I wanted to see a woman squirt right in front of me. I wanted my husband to be the one to make it happen. The idea came to me one night while we were fcking. I told him I wanted to watch him with someone else, and he laughed like I was joking. But I looked him in the eyes and said, “No, I want this. I want to sit there with my fingers in my pussy while you fuck her and make her squirt.” It took time for him to believe me. But the more I whispered it, the more he knew I was serious. I wasn’t testing him. I wanted it, badly. He was a bit hesitant at first, but I know this fucker will eventually give in. So we planned it. I told him to send a message to his ex and tell her about out plan. I know that she'll agree to this because of how well my husband fucks. She was a bit shy at first, but willing. When she came over, I was nervous and wet at the same time. My legs shook when I sat in the chair by the bed. I watched as my husband kissed her, slid his hands down her body, and pushed her back against the sheets. The second he pulled his dick out, I removed my shorts and panties. I slid my hands down my pussy. My pussy was already fucking wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching him tease her with his dick. He was rubbing his dick on her clit, making her pussy wetter. When he put his dick inside her pussy, her moan filled the room, and I swear it went straight through me. I thought I’d feel jealous. Instead, I felt hot, almost dizzy with how wet I was. My fingers were moving fast over my clit, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick fucking her pussy. He grabbed her thighs, spreading her open, and started to pound her deeper. Her moans got louder, her hands gripping the sheets like she was losing control. My husband looked so fucking good, his hips slamming into her, sweat starting to drip down his body. “Make her squirt,” I said, even though my voice was shaky. I wanted it. I needed it. My pussy was dripping as I fingered myself, my body rocking with every thrust he gave her. I could see her getting closer, her legs trembling, her voice breaking as she moaned his name. And me? I was about to cum too, just from watching them. My husband fucked her harder, chasing that moment, and I sat there with my pussy gushing on my fingers, waiting to see it happen right in front of me. And there it is, she squirted a lot. She screamed so loud that I came so hard just hearing her. I didn't know what to do at this point. I'm torn on thinking if I should join them and let her eat my pussy while I suck my husband's dick.